38 definitions by JVeverMind
by JVeverMind April 19, 2023
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Emptiness is like walking down a hollow hall.. Staring into space with full of confused emotions.
September 04, 2021
Emptiness is like walking down a hollow hall.. Staring into space with full of confused emotions.
September 04, 2021
by JVeverMind March 12, 2023
I am crying, actually. I miss you. I miss the old you, very much. I miss our old definitions. One of the reasons for why I can't freely express my feelings like I used to was because this love story is not kept between us. I stopped when you let other people know – those who are totally strangers to me. You share with them about your feelings about me, and then you call them friends, or "best friends" just because they are the people who listen to our stories and give you advice... I was once that person who gave you advice...
Who are those people that want you to go down the bad path? Who are those people that changed you in the way such that? Who are those people that badly influenced you and subconsciously you can't realize? Do they even dare to look at me in the eyes?
Who are those people that want you to go down the bad path? Who are those people that changed you in the way such that? Who are those people that badly influenced you and subconsciously you can't realize? Do they even dare to look at me in the eyes?
The old you...that I tried to save..
The old you.. I adored very much.
I still do.
The old me.. that has always been the same... Just different in the ways I try to express because I felt very uncomfortable when sharing with other people. You should have known me well enough that I do not like being out of control and being vulnerable.
I have learned to share with a person who I thought she was you.. but still... Other than you, I don't feel comfortable to completely open up and share everything with. Remember that.
I trust no one outside of my little bubble that I created..and you are one of a few... I used to trust some social friends, but that trust was long gone 14 years ago.
The old you.. I adored very much.
I still do.
The old me.. that has always been the same... Just different in the ways I try to express because I felt very uncomfortable when sharing with other people. You should have known me well enough that I do not like being out of control and being vulnerable.
I have learned to share with a person who I thought she was you.. but still... Other than you, I don't feel comfortable to completely open up and share everything with. Remember that.
I trust no one outside of my little bubble that I created..and you are one of a few... I used to trust some social friends, but that trust was long gone 14 years ago.
by JVeverMind February 20, 2023
The original:
Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.
Translation by Babette Deutsch:
"I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I."
Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.
Translation by Babette Deutsch:
"I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I."
Another translation:
"I loved you: yet the love, maybe,
Has not extinguished in my heart;
But hence may not it trouble thee;
I do not want to make you sad.
I loved you hopelessly and mutely,
Now with shyness, now with jealousy being vexed;
I loved you so sincerely, so fondly,
Likewise may someone love you next."
This is one of my most favorite poems in my literature class in 7th grade. It represents the silent love - fondly, desperately, sincerely, yet... selflessly.
The kind of love I have always desire to experience. The kind that I would be the one who loves the person silently and quietly. The kind that I will keep on giving my love and care, without actually receive it back in reality...
The love maybe... should be... remained in our imaginations.
I love that poem I Love You - Pushkin
by Renaissance® September 05, 2021
"I loved you: yet the love, maybe,
Has not extinguished in my heart;
But hence may not it trouble thee;
I do not want to make you sad.
I loved you hopelessly and mutely,
Now with shyness, now with jealousy being vexed;
I loved you so sincerely, so fondly,
Likewise may someone love you next."
This is one of my most favorite poems in my literature class in 7th grade. It represents the silent love - fondly, desperately, sincerely, yet... selflessly.
The kind of love I have always desire to experience. The kind that I would be the one who loves the person silently and quietly. The kind that I will keep on giving my love and care, without actually receive it back in reality...
The love maybe... should be... remained in our imaginations.
I love that poem I Love You - Pushkin
by Renaissance® September 05, 2021
by JVeverMind April 19, 2023
The feeling you have when you are lack of information. You are unsure.
You certainly don't want to make mistakes.
You are tired of making mistakes.
There is no room for mistakes.
You are not a carefree individual.
You do care a lot. It troubles you if you make wrong moves. Just like playing chess, one wrong move can lead to "checkmate" if not being careful. There is no turning back.
So, uncertainty comes into the place.
Uncertainty if it is good for you.
Uncertainty if it is worth the risk.
Uncertainty if it was even right.
Uncertainty if you were wrong the entire time.
Uncertainty if it is playing.
Uncertainty if it is deep enough.
Uncertainty if it is long lasting.
You certainly don't want to make mistakes.
You are tired of making mistakes.
There is no room for mistakes.
You are not a carefree individual.
You do care a lot. It troubles you if you make wrong moves. Just like playing chess, one wrong move can lead to "checkmate" if not being careful. There is no turning back.
So, uncertainty comes into the place.
Uncertainty if it is good for you.
Uncertainty if it is worth the risk.
Uncertainty if it was even right.
Uncertainty if you were wrong the entire time.
Uncertainty if it is playing.
Uncertainty if it is deep enough.
Uncertainty if it is long lasting.
Uncertainty because you see that things are not what it seems.
Because there is always an "end" in friend.
There is "over" in lovers.
And it is full of "if" in life.
What if...
Full of what if..
Okay..
Don't rush into things that take time to grow.
Because I know..
Good things take time.
Uncertainty...
Wrote during The Spooky Season in 2021 before November arrived...
Because there is always an "end" in friend.
There is "over" in lovers.
And it is full of "if" in life.
What if...
Full of what if..
Okay..
Don't rush into things that take time to grow.
Because I know..
Good things take time.
Uncertainty...
Wrote during The Spooky Season in 2021 before November arrived...
by JVeverMind April 19, 2023
Summary:
A short story about an old artist, who tried to save a life of a young woman who was on a dying bed due to pneumonia, died because of pneumonia in the cold, windy, rainy night after he finished his masterpiece – drew a leaf (the last leaf) on the wall that looked just like a real leaf for that young woman to see. She was on her dying bed, looking out the windows, counting fallen leaves, and she believed that her life would also end once the last leaf fell.
Moral story:
The pneumonia did not kill her. Her thinking mind was killing her. The old artist should have lived if she was more of a useful individual.
A short story about an old artist, who tried to save a life of a young woman who was on a dying bed due to pneumonia, died because of pneumonia in the cold, windy, rainy night after he finished his masterpiece – drew a leaf (the last leaf) on the wall that looked just like a real leaf for that young woman to see. She was on her dying bed, looking out the windows, counting fallen leaves, and she believed that her life would also end once the last leaf fell.
Moral story:
The pneumonia did not kill her. Her thinking mind was killing her. The old artist should have lived if she was more of a useful individual.
by JVeverMind April 19, 2023
«All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.»
— J.R.R Tolkien
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.»
— J.R.R Tolkien
by JVeverMind January 5, 2022