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Love makes me so lonely    

By Xin73
7116 Views | 22 Comments | 9/25/2012 1:44:29 PM

Love makes me so lonely
Preface:The Mid-Autumn Festival, No longer pin ,but sent sentence,in order to express my heart:At this point do not hear each other,may follow the moonlight to shine over you.

Some say: woman such as flower, lonely like a dream.

My heart inexplicable pain up, have a such words: "the lonely person is always remember in heart in his life appeared every a person, so I always get enough to think of you, in every falling stars at night, over and over again, the number of my loneliness ". I once fantasy, in my adrift on the way, a certain period on a certain day, met you, is that you give me a warm vision , let me be with you, one's whole life. But in the life that person, really exist?

The love of this world, was originally a mundane world catastrophe, like as the living Buddha tsangyang gyatso of muttering:" the first best not to meet, so do not be in love. the second best don't know, so cannot miss." Acacia to the marrow , only the hearts of winding, can't forget. always longing for love to come, but when love comes, the but again be defeated and flee. then too late to repent , want to go back. but, sometimes, the passage of time back, often become a kind of disturb.

Love a person how bitter? Only oneself most clearly, a person not lonely, miss a talent lonely...... solitude of the person prone to hallucinations, I was also the case, often attempt to taste to what, but those fascinating tender feeling disappear so fast. in not warm intoxicated before has lost its , taste is less than what the details. All I can remember is less and less, but I know those are once ever true, because my heart always seeming to be and not to be convulsions, the eye always is a warm current buried, but now the rest of the only fuzzy unbearable memory and I lightly smile.

When did I become even I myself do not know yourself? Whether during the day's have an icy manner, the soul has been crying in the night. I trying very hard to smile, try very hard to belie inner loneliness, but I know smile cannot take away the lonely. People often say, Deep love to lonely, love to the poor to the vicissitudes of life. the two still save gasp words remain be a survivor of a disaster of burnout, also has the life for the future of earnestly exhort for preach.When the separation has become a necessity, I still stubbornly want to find forever. Seemed to be in need of a true love is surrounded by at the same time, I need a spiritual sustenance, A dream sincere soul, but I was lost in reality.The so-called soul whether yourself essence? I have little doubt that, at least now I'm not sure.

I fantasized about a warm haven, no matter how far away the time and space can not block, can my heart in shore place. It was a night in numerous give me happy time home, that is a remain me good memories of the heaven.
not long after,my dream of heaven became my thoughts of sadness, because the sadness, I put the tears flow thousands of miles away for the love voyage; because of this sadness, I take to beautiful after the sadness stay in that dream of paradise; because the sadness, I am lonely heart again not found find landing place.

Tonight, miss affect my steps through the trinidad time, to go the records a lot of my happy place, just want to quietly look at me worry about friends, with sweet memories drive away my sadness.
In this night is deep moment, a such as I am lonely figure sitting in a corner, I don't know, in this we together have good memories of the heaven, at this time whether your heart and my same lonely, whether and I am same let the thoughts of flying; miss a faraway friends,And your miss are also like me ,some sad? A pair of spaced distant friends, surely there will be some sort of empathy induction?

I don't want to put my sadness transitive to you, I hope everything can be like what I expected, only makes you happy, I will appear in front of you. The sad feeling is left alone to enjoy the best, I don't want to share with others. Lonely night, lonely me, a lonely heart, filled the air around me are scary dark.
In the lonely I found the years lonely, even if the the night deeper and heavier.will the most abundant emotion, will be the most bone-deep pursuit, will be the most brilliant dream, wil lbe the most thorough catharsis,together into the most painful loneliness and lonely, bear the be remembered with deep gratitude of torment. to possess this precious rare feelings.

in the still of the night,I look up for aery starry sky, in the lonely like the water moonlight,do not know that the moon whether like me loneliness ? At this time I sense of a kind of want and bright moon have a drink together of impulse ! I stood at the window, night wind blows over my face, that carry the cold autumn wind, melt into refers to flip between the word, each solidified into tears. At the moment I was the helpless, loneliness and lonely surrounded. the silence of the night, miss and sad to stare at each other, and you just like a temptation, not say a word to let me to miss you, even if in my emotion ruins, the rest are all some rubble cubeba injury.In this deeply shallow imprinting, the projection is my persistent shadow of the larvae alone. At the moment I just want to tell you, I have been in a distant place watch for you.

Life like fireworks loneliness, the loneliness of life like a cloud. Maybe love can last forever. but the confidante, already tired of struggling Acacia torture. Tonight is a difficult to sleep at night,when I try to alcohol paralysis sank dreamland, Across time and space and I miss the people to meet ,lonely to eventually be dispelled......

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#2012-09-25 17:12:41 by kasey @kasey


#2012-09-26 11:22:33 by qdphoebe @qdphoebe


#2012-09-26 11:27:45 by aussieghump @aussieghump

Life is indeed lonely at 3am in the morning - when Love is running around someplace else!

#2012-09-26 23:48:57 by xin73 @xin73

to Gareth:
In the sleepless night,Lonely secretly attacked me ,empty and silent and quiet for many people listen to and enjoy. Lively Ulmer sensual ,cannot resist my inner loneliness and emptiness, And there's just no sounds in the environment,Maybe I can experience a kind of such as poetry the same feeling.

#2012-09-27 20:29:04 by xin73 @xin73

Hi kasey&qdphoebe

#2012-09-30 08:55:28 by jonno @jonno

Oh yes, how I loved studying literature! I am remembering now how much i shunned sonnets, however, and i understand that i really need to avoid stuff like this too. I do know myself. But i began to look closely at that well intended, slightly ((-:) exaggerated, superimposed doohickey of an image capturing this wondrous work. For it alone told me loudly and clearly that i should not delve further, and just let it go. I never really understood the word "photoshop". Another internet term now comes to mind: "poemshop ". Or how about wordshop, literatureshop, or novelshop? Workshop? But i did make it through the piece, though 3/4 of the way i wanted to run to that same open, "cold autumn night window" and hurl profusely.

I am talking more to my western buds here, and i am sincerely hoping that my allusive language is making translation difficult for our beautiful Asian friends, because i don't want to offend. Nor do i feel that even the most exact of translation is going to help me come to grips with this piece, but alas, it is not important that i do, for it is the former to whom my fellow western travelers and i still doth seek. Yet, I think i can speak for guys in general when i say that we do not appreciate love as do women. Ornate is fine, but when i hear melodrama spew from my mate it is enough to make me lose my woody permanently. I thus find it difficult to distinguish this love poem from a requiem. Depression, loneliness, pain, and bone-deep, catastrophic darkness? Is she missing her sweetheart, or suffering in the aftermath of a devastating tsunami?

i begged my wife to go SOMEWHERE in those first couple years of marriage. I was so relieved when she starting making friends. The time alone proved to be beneficial for my sanity. We are now divorcing and that does hurt. Yes, love hurts, but are we to avoid meeting or knowing lovers altogether? Alas, I wish again to try my hand at love. So, please, i pray thee toss those flowers aside for now, and try to understand what love means for man, for love's sake! for if you try to affix love to "paradise" you shall inflict pain on thee when it doth fall short. (-:

p.s. I do remember one sonnet i did appreciate where Shakespeare is able to step back from the rest of the groveling wussies and grow a spine:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

#2012-10-01 12:43:21 by drunkblue12 @drunkblue12


#2012-10-01 13:09:01 by sara1202 @sara1202




#2012-10-02 17:36:34 by xin73 @xin73

Hi jonno :Thank you comments.When you love someone, somewhere in time feel lonely.As for heaven is the word, I was using in the special sentence adjective.Chinese text is abstruse, meaning is wide,Translated into English may let you feel is another meaning.But never mind, if you don't understand, feel free to ask me.
Thank you for share Shakespeare's poetry.

#2012-10-03 14:56:00 by xin73 @xin73

Hi sara1202 & sara1202
sara1202 :心灵的寂寞是一种说不出来的感觉,它不是烦恼,不是痛苦,更不是身体的疼痒饥渴。当心灵感到寂寞的时候,那是一种空荡荡的思绪,没有着落的孤独,找不到归宿的徘回。喧闹的大街上,繁华的高楼林立,盖住了人心灵深处的苦痛,大家都是匆匆忙忙的脚步、浮躁功利的心态、迷茫无助的眼神。人与人之间的心灵距离,使冷漠弥漫于狭窄烦躁的都市生活空间。我们的心灵需要清热解毒,卸下强颜欢笑的面具,自在悠然地回归到淳朴原始的单纯美好。祝愿你在CLM圆寂你的美梦。
sara1202 :好久不见你的作品。我来CLM阅读的第一个博客就是你的《中国女性,你,缺失什么? 》,这篇文章写得非常好,你所有的博客都说出了我想说的话,我很欣赏你的作品,也非常期待你的新作。很久不见你的新作品以为你已找到幸福的归宿离开这里。但我相信聪慧的你绝不会缺少追求者。

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