girl friend Posted March 26, 2007 Share Posted March 26, 2007 When people have thought about suicide, they often say it was just the little things that held them back. Not much really. Not alone anyway. But when you put them all together like this… POWER! These are the things I know I’d miss the most. And if you’ve never experienced any of the below, well then, you’re in for a treat, should you chose to stick around. The Playfulness of Life Intuitive wisdom Making your friends laugh. Bright and beautiful birds, with perfect little wings The taste of blood in your mouth during a real good sports practice. Adrenaline rush Tears of joy. Watching your dreams come true before your eyes. Having kids Seeing your newly-born son’s face for the first time, and realising that he’s inherited your eyes. Being that perfect family for brief moments. That family that other families look upon with envy At how perfect you got it. Those kodak moments At the zoo at the park at the cinema. Looking forward to your photos being developed. Taking your kids to your favourite childhood place. beautiful children. A place to call home. Making your friends laugh. Laughing ‘til your sides hurt. ‘Til you can barely breath. Slumber parties. Trying to crash 16 people on the floor of a student’s room Visual illusions The rush of winning a match Or even of losing, with style. Team work. Sunsets Twilight Dusk The dawn chorus Starry skies Realising finally why you are here. Realising that someone loves you. Reading something and thinking: “that’s gonna change my life.” Realising that the universe is completely one. Making a difference to someone, somewhere. The shining of sun light on glistening waters. Torchlit walks at night Knowing something that no-one else in the room knows. Depth The colour yellow Daffidols Blue-bells Swans Power walking. Your phone going off in a meeting Laughing, lest you should cry Working through the night, and sleeping through the day. The satisfaction of turning in a difficult piece of work, knowing that you put all your all into it. Your first theory. Being published Post-ick notes Waking up in a morning next to your lover and feeling Completely vulnerable. Because you’ve never dared love anyone so much. Church Infallible mystery Sometimes accessible through your writing. Or through your dreams. Day-dreaming. Dreaming. The love of life The beauty of nature The Sound of Music A comfy lie-in bed. The feeling of awakeness after a good nights sleep. Tousled heads. The light and bouncy feeling in your hair after a refreshing long shower. Nearly falling asleep in the bath. Seeing something that you only ever saw in textbooks before. The Grand Canyon Travelling abroad Australia True friendship. Deep and meaningful conversations Realising you know something about another, that no-one else has ever known. Having a great time, doing nothing. Playing Sledging Snowball fights Water fights Food fights E-Jokes Blond jokes Television Playing hide and seek in your 40’s. Riding bikes Rope climbing Bouncing Castles Swings Changing your mind about a rollercoaster, just before the dip The playfulness of life Reading a good new novel Long kisses The beach Pineapple juice Opera A Perfect Day Coffee and hash browns The perfect way to start off A perfect day Realising that life is good. Musicals Christmas trees Sending Christmas cards to nearly forgotten ghosts, of the past. Chocolate Picking yourself up after a heartbreak And realising that it is still a beautiful world For a world full of: Animals Ponies Meadows, full of sweet smelling grass of many colours. Fields laden with buttercups. Could be nothing else. Seeing that it is true, Heaven and paradise are in the present moment. Deep, wise words Spoken, by deep wise theologians of the past. Re-living your childhood with your kids. And then again with your grandkids. Listening to the radio Sitting outsides, on a hot summers day Sitting outsides on a hot summers day listening to the radio. Eating ice cream Realising that a half empty/half full glass doesn’t properly explain it, the glass is positively overflowing. This poem is dedicated to Annie Link to comment
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