2 parts bitter-sweet vinegar
2 parts harmony
one dash of Hope
one sprinkling of Faith,
one Tablespoon full of miracles.
1/2 stick of helplessness melted but not burnt brown.
1/4 cup memories
16 oz of pure, unstrained Love
1 graham pie crust of sorrows
1 can of heavy-whipping cream
2 tbs allspice, 2 tbs cloves, 4 tbs fresh honesty
one classic ceasar salad of velvet covered sadness
one case of dark irish beer…
blend with one bag of Catholic Guilt,
add two whole egg-yolks
add 7 hail-marys and one quart of confessions.
Blend with a twist of hard scotch whiskey, empathy as a orange peel, a cherry
with-out its stem, some liquid courage, one King James version of
The Holy Bible.
Some false idols/some fake friends/those who will swear by you/
yet they disappear in the end?
I trust nobody who says to me, that they will “pray for me,”
I wish i were not a bitch like that, but i totally am-such a bitch.
I am not going to offend them by declining their pray offers-
but i am not going to depend on them for this junk.
I usually merely responded with Thank you-or thank you very much-whatever.
Prayers are both sweet and nice-
if they are done right.
But true friends do more than have private jesus jams/
talks on your behalf.
True friends know when you are sad, And sense when you need to have a small
phone-call chat. true friends listen and practice the,
Fine Art of Allowance-
meaning they allow you to be sad.
They do not try to cram you into a shoebox
with too much duct tape,
and scrawl the word “Happy”
onto your head-in order to make themselves feel better.
Real friends want you to feel better,
but when you get around to it.
Real friends allow you,
to simply FEEL.
They allow you to be-
They allow you to grieve and to suffer.
They realize there is no universal time clock on
one feeling verses another.
I wrote this out for a friend of mine.
Her mane is Erin-we kinda grew up together.
Anyways, her mother just recently passed away due to Cancer,
this past march on st.patricks day.
Erin and her twin Bridget are both my friends.
I did not realize how huge their family is until very recently,
Anyways yesterday, Erin was having a bad day,
and she shared with her fb friends she really missed her mother.
I was completely floored with all the useless facebook comment messages
she was getting. There were just so fake to me.
So i commented myself-and i was not trying to impress facebook-or Erin or anybody else.
I just wished to say something that could comfort Erin and be
totally completely “real” and “honest” with her.
I was just being me, I was just being emily.
She wrote me later, in a private facebook message, Thank you so much , you knew just how I was feeling and how much my messages helped her.
That really made my evening last night.
It is a good feeling to be a good friend to somebody you forever care for,
cherish and sisterly love.
True friendships among women are not always,
easy to find or to maintain.
But once I’ve formed a friendship bond-
with another female- I keep those friends
out and treasure them immensely.
It really takes a whole pile of damages for me,
to no longer consider a woman my friend.
Once a friend, always a friend, at least that is where
my loyalties take me. So many beautiful feminine friends:
Each is like a precious gem or a secret treasure to me.
I LOVE my friends-all of them.
even the cob-webbed covered ancient ones,
those are kind of crunchy
but i just love them all the more-for it!!!!