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love letter

i have always thought that love letters are the best way to express how we feel about each other. when speaking we tend to hold back. when writing its all laid out. i love to read love letters from ages ago and see how they would express themselves. this is one of my faves. i hope that youre inspired.
Sullivan Ballou wrote to his wife Sarah just one week before he and 27 of his close comrades and 4000 Americans in all would die in the battle at "First Manassas".
July the 14th, 1861
Washington D.C.
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days -- perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure -- and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine 0 God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing -- perfectly willing -- to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows -- when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children -- is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -- always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
Sullivan

poem #1

I loved you like no one
there was nothing that i wouldnt do for the sake of "us"
over hundreds of miles there were lies and secrets
We came together in an explosion of confusion and betrayal
There was a battle within you
I took you in and sheltered you, i gave you all of me
There are times i look back now and think how could i still be so naive?
drugs and sex consumed you and you shut me out.
I knew your heart i couldnt win.

This was written for my friend brandy.

poem #2

The stars shown like fairy dust in the cloudless moonlit sky.
moonbeams gazed down on ivory sand.
a warm sticky mid august breeze brought a hint of freesia and honeysuckle
a girl reminicent of aphrodite exits a tent like cabana with long beaded curtains
followed by violet butterflies.
her round face and cherry red lips were just visible in the light of the full moon shining on crashing waves.
The sand warm under her feet
in the distance a soft lullaby played on a violin
the girl a little more plump than she would have like
with dark brown hair, large eyes, and pale skin
was not beautiful or even pretty in the usual sense
but there was something that made you take notice.
a mystical air if you will.
her bare skin shines like sliver as she braces herself.
she walks slowly toward the warm dark water her destiny
this is what she has left, all she has left
she embraces it
it is her fate to become one with the ocean
.

poem #3

She can smell the leaves turning golden and red
She walks and walks down lonely dirt paths
This is her time.
She sees squirrels hurrying to gather food.
There are baskets of apples and harvest food on neighbors porches.
Family and friends from long ago come to mind.
The crispness of the new england air clears her head and covers her in
cinnamon warmth.
Everything in nature is preparing for winter
Autumn is when things change and die but are reborn into something better and more
majestic.
In this she sees herself.
She wants to be new and full of potential like soon to come spring days.

have you ever had a feeling that you couldnt really explain. not scared or mad or happy but something else. like in your stomach is like a big ball of emotion and it just makes you want to cry? thats how i feel right now. i cant explain why. the smallest things hurt my feelings now. it doesnt matter who it is or anything i feel like crying all the time. im sad. and the worst part is. i honestly think that no one really cares. my friends see me as having fun and laughing but i think they cant handle this side of me or maybe they really just dont care if im unhappy. i hate my life the spot that im in right now. people think that its so easy being so carefree but actually i worry about so much. im always thinkin about things that happened so long ago and if i did something differently would it be different would i be different. life is strange. the things that come back to you. i cant remember alot of the good things but all the bad are right there lingering in my memory. and i know that most people wont read this but it helps to write about it. i think that even if i made changes in my life i still wouldnt be happy. i dont know what im supposed to do. i feel like im missing something not a person but there is something that isnt right within me its like im broken and i dont know how to fix myself. im battling my demons but not doing a very good job. i guess ill stop tying now its getting kinda hard to see the screen with all the tears. ill write more later

child rape

So i have been thinkin about something lately and i want as much input as possible please. one of my friends went through something and it made me think. why are sex offenders able to go to jail and get off so easy. they do some of the worst things. i personally think that killing someone is better than hurting a child and having them go through their whole like knowing about it and having to live with it. can you imagine? i cant. so i was looking at some stuff and thinking some of these people have had mutiple offenses and are not in jail. why? why arent laws on child molestation and child rape or indecent assualt on children more strict? god forbid someone download music illegally or something harmless like that they get a huge fine and like 10 years in prison. but a sex offender might now this is a big might get 10 years in prison. and the ones that dont when they get out they dont even register its crazy the laws for that arent even inforced and its insane. someone if you can please help me to understand why its like this i mean if you know anything about laws or whatever tell me. i wonder what it would get to have someone change some of these laws you know like what has to happen for things to improve. anyway thats all i wanted to say

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