Believe. A poem for all ViggOrli shippers/believers...

[blueluthien.livejournal.com]

I have been thinking of this for too long; since I entered the world of ViggOrli fan fiction/love, and became a ViggOrli shipper, I realised there were many people who hated them and us, the believers, and who just wanted to bring us down.

I wondered why there was so much hate... when all we wanted to spread was love.

I am one of the people who post less about ViggOrli, that is true; still, I am a believer.

Something very strong tells me there is no reason for me not to believe, and so I keep believing.

I am not obssessed. No.

I have way too many serious problems in my life (as you know) to be obssessed with this or anything.

I simply believe.

I wear my tinhat, and feel protected from the negative energy that is around, sometimes...

I wanted, needed to write a kind of a celebration of ViggOrli love, and celebrate all the believers who stand firmly...

I feel terribly bad today, but I wrote it.

I wanted to thank jenlynn820 who is one of the people who started the fandom here in LJ, and also romika and crimsonsenya who keep the flame burning with their relentless and bright spirit of faith in ViggOrli love, among others...
Sometimes feeling tired and having more doubts than certainties, very much like myself, but always beliving.


This is a poem for ViggOrli shippers, for every believer...

A celebration of ViggOrli Love.

There is no love like ViggOrli love.
This is so true!





Believe

We are the proud caretakers of a controversial theory
a deep pool filled with a difficult love
difficult but inevitable
inevitably romantic even in the darkest hour…
You try to seal our lips, annihilate our confidence by breaking our spirits with stones and acid
you try as if your life depended on it
you strive to assault our deepest beliefs with fists of steel
but you will never wear us down.
We will probably never grasp the whole truth
sometimes the truth heals
sometimes it kills slowly
and we never know which way to go
but this is a question of trust, a question of faith;
we keep our helmets on for protection
take deep breaths for the long journey ahead
and believe.
Their eyes gazing at each other in a state of suspicious admiration
detached from reality
for nothing exists but them
the words they whispered eagerly in each other’s ears-
with all eyes upon them, devouring them-
as if no one was there but them;
these are the images I will never forget
the pictures on my desk
the pictures in my mind
showing me what is insignificant and what is colossal
even to eyes that were blindfolded once.
That is love, or an undying state of passion
kaerlighed
lidenskab
and it sinks in, never pouring out to be washed away.
We don’t need to be sure-
to know the exactitude
without a shadow of a doubt-
we only need to dig deep inside our hearts
and believe
that this is the ultimate everything.

Ana Gonzalez

2005-03-08


kaerlighed: Love in Danish
lidenskab: Passion in Danish.

Comments

[ilovemybaby.livejournal.com]

Aaaaawwwwwwww!!
I loved it! It says everything!
I don't care what people may say, I'll always be a believer...always.

Thanks for this poem! It's really touching. :D

*hugs*

[blueluthien.livejournal.com]

Thank you so very much.

I am glad I could convey your own feelings into my poem.

*Hugs you*

All my love

~Ana

[fabi-tenshi.livejournal.com]

That was wonderful...it even brought tears to my eyes.
Thank you soooo much for the poem. It was beautiful.
And like you said...we will probably never know the truth but still I`m a beliver.

[blueluthien.livejournal.com]

Thank you so very much.

I am so glad the poem touched you!

And let me say that your icon is A MA ZING!!!

*Huggles

Much Love

~Ana