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You are to me the man that stayed. The one that still lives in my heart.
Not like that drafty man of my past I admired so wildly. He was gone before weeks end. Because I called and told him I had the feeling something was not all right about our relationship. He just decided that maybe the whole relationship was not all right then. Or maybe that something about me was not all right, as I got difficult.
No, you stayed through my complaints, my insecurities about my feelings. Through my ranting about most likely just anything. My me being difficult. You stayed and listened to my complaints and my broken-hearted feelings, though you didn't understand them - and I did neither.
You stayed despite me being lazy, just like a sloth. Not really the perfect housewife that could cook like your grandma. Not that funny party fellow that likes to go out every other night. No, I prefer to sit at home and brood hours about things you do not understand because we are so different. But you did not mind. Or rather, you did, but still allowed me to be different, to be myself.
Oh yeah, I might burn myself out, trying to be perfect at work and putting my every little thing into it. And in the end, when I come back home and break apart into a million pieces - because humans just weren't made to be perfect all day every day - you take my parts and piece me back together.
Because in your simple world of craftsmanship, such stupid things as breakups just don't happen.
Oh, how I sometimes wish I could be like that. Not caring about every day intrigues and all that stupid stuff that tends to happen in the background. Cause seriously, what does it help to consider them? Waste our attention on them? Exactly, nothing useful.
You stayed because you are a stubborn fellow. You just decided that I am your wife and you are my husband (our marriage might have to do with that). And as you decided so, you just stayed.
You stayed till foolish dreams burst and something greater grew: trust and intimacy.
And now at the end of the year, you still stay. Despite the fact my stupid goldfish brain can not come up with one proper thing to thank you for in this whole last year. Except that: You stayed. For that you have my Gratitude.
Not like that drafty man of my past I admired so wildly. He was gone before weeks end. Because I called and told him I had the feeling something was not all right about our relationship. He just decided that maybe the whole relationship was not all right then. Or maybe that something about me was not all right, as I got difficult.
No, you stayed through my complaints, my insecurities about my feelings. Through my ranting about most likely just anything. My me being difficult. You stayed and listened to my complaints and my broken-hearted feelings, though you didn't understand them - and I did neither.
You stayed despite me being lazy, just like a sloth. Not really the perfect housewife that could cook like your grandma. Not that funny party fellow that likes to go out every other night. No, I prefer to sit at home and brood hours about things you do not understand because we are so different. But you did not mind. Or rather, you did, but still allowed me to be different, to be myself.
Oh yeah, I might burn myself out, trying to be perfect at work and putting my every little thing into it. And in the end, when I come back home and break apart into a million pieces - because humans just weren't made to be perfect all day every day - you take my parts and piece me back together.
Because in your simple world of craftsmanship, such stupid things as breakups just don't happen.
Oh, how I sometimes wish I could be like that. Not caring about every day intrigues and all that stupid stuff that tends to happen in the background. Cause seriously, what does it help to consider them? Waste our attention on them? Exactly, nothing useful.
You stayed because you are a stubborn fellow. You just decided that I am your wife and you are my husband (our marriage might have to do with that). And as you decided so, you just stayed.
You stayed till foolish dreams burst and something greater grew: trust and intimacy.
And now at the end of the year, you still stay. Despite the fact my stupid goldfish brain can not come up with one proper thing to thank you for in this whole last year. Except that: You stayed. For that you have my Gratitude.
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
Literature
Better Life
I think this would be a better life,
If I could see your face once more,
O you bitter friend of mine,
What a world! What a world! The way that this will end,
May just be round the bend,
But o! The pity,
But o! The strife,
I think this would be a better life.
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
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This is my entry to Flutterings' Literature Competition #14 - The Magic of Memories
Though it is actually a poem competition, the rules said prose is also accepted. So I went for prose, as what I wanted to write did not seem to be willing to fit into a poem.
I started of with the English version, as I was inspired to do it by this contest. Then I translated it into German, me and my husbands native language. Then both versions kept influencing each other while I refined them. Adding a sentence that sounded good in this language here, translating the meaning there and vice versa.
This is the link to the German version: Der Mann, der mir geblieben ist
It is not a word by word translation, but there are little differences to accommodate them to the different languages. If you speak both languages you might want to read both of them and compare them. I would love to get some comments about how you perceive the differences and which version you like better.
Though it is actually a poem competition, the rules said prose is also accepted. So I went for prose, as what I wanted to write did not seem to be willing to fit into a poem.
I started of with the English version, as I was inspired to do it by this contest. Then I translated it into German, me and my husbands native language. Then both versions kept influencing each other while I refined them. Adding a sentence that sounded good in this language here, translating the meaning there and vice versa.
This is the link to the German version: Der Mann, der mir geblieben ist
It is not a word by word translation, but there are little differences to accommodate them to the different languages. If you speak both languages you might want to read both of them and compare them. I would love to get some comments about how you perceive the differences and which version you like better.
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Paragraph three I think this is a typing error "My me being difficult."
As for this story, its a very sad story to me. Perhaps because I identify with the narrator so much. The part about being pieced back together I understood and related to, and the gratitude towards someone who can calmly do that when we can't do it for ourselves. It was an emotional piece and poignant.
Something I did particularly like was the capitalisation of Gratitude at the end. It made gratitude a big thing, an important thing, and I think that in reality it is. It was only a tiny thing you did in your writing but it had a big impact and thought I'd comment on it because it was very effective.
As for this story, its a very sad story to me. Perhaps because I identify with the narrator so much. The part about being pieced back together I understood and related to, and the gratitude towards someone who can calmly do that when we can't do it for ourselves. It was an emotional piece and poignant.
Something I did particularly like was the capitalisation of Gratitude at the end. It made gratitude a big thing, an important thing, and I think that in reality it is. It was only a tiny thing you did in your writing but it had a big impact and thought I'd comment on it because it was very effective.