Among other things, writing about nothing. I guess I envy those who can take situations no one would think twice of, and write a beautiful diotribe on it. Granted, the process im in no with creating poetry from strangers is one thing, but what about talking about it. Like im the massive editor of a magazine and every photo clip of my life was worth a thousand pages.
Or maybe I just need to relax and enjoy shit instead of worrying about how many pages every experience will churn up.
I think im just tired.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
When im rome
(this isnt towards anyone im just in one of those moods where id like to try something new : a cynical poem!, let me know what you think)
You beg for something real
I offer reality
in a mixed bag of fun
the grass would be greener
but your ego blocks the sun
Your out of touch
and out of time
I quote 80's songs
because originality
is something you leech
running my patience thin
I hope you realize
that beauty runs farther
than rose makeup and candy lips
I desire just one kiss
but instead I find bitter
you were a muse
whose well ran dry
Just wait
until the image sharpens
and you find
all that you wanted
was right here waiting for you
again not original
but to the point
like the dagger
you once used
or your warm breathe
that so many boys
with their cars and toys
have bathed in
like sweet sin
Maybe once you considered
giving me a chance
I'm not the lottery
one dollar attempts
and loose change collected
Won't earn my intention
from one now infected
vain regards
turn a heart to shards
like glass
you should look in more often
to see who you really are.
far from a once shining star.
Emo songs
and punk ballads
describe you so well
sing along in ignorance
melancholy blisters
and venomous whispers
light you up in shame
play along
to this song
like its all a game
I think to continue
filling up verbs
with malicious intent
are a waste of time
because in the end
my callous friend
your just a fish in the sea
save up that change
maybe you'll win
with that sweet sin
and the grass will start to grow
large ego and all
but in my eyes
those candy lips
and those curvy hips
paint a portrait of bitter shame
I guess you'll ignore me
while I rant and dare to defy
but your just a chance taking girl
and im just the smarter guy.
(wow. I dont think I could write like this all the time haha)
You beg for something real
I offer reality
in a mixed bag of fun
the grass would be greener
but your ego blocks the sun
Your out of touch
and out of time
I quote 80's songs
because originality
is something you leech
running my patience thin
I hope you realize
that beauty runs farther
than rose makeup and candy lips
I desire just one kiss
but instead I find bitter
you were a muse
whose well ran dry
Just wait
until the image sharpens
and you find
all that you wanted
was right here waiting for you
again not original
but to the point
like the dagger
you once used
or your warm breathe
that so many boys
with their cars and toys
have bathed in
like sweet sin
Maybe once you considered
giving me a chance
I'm not the lottery
one dollar attempts
and loose change collected
Won't earn my intention
from one now infected
vain regards
turn a heart to shards
like glass
you should look in more often
to see who you really are.
far from a once shining star.
Emo songs
and punk ballads
describe you so well
sing along in ignorance
melancholy blisters
and venomous whispers
light you up in shame
play along
to this song
like its all a game
I think to continue
filling up verbs
with malicious intent
are a waste of time
because in the end
my callous friend
your just a fish in the sea
save up that change
maybe you'll win
with that sweet sin
and the grass will start to grow
large ego and all
but in my eyes
those candy lips
and those curvy hips
paint a portrait of bitter shame
I guess you'll ignore me
while I rant and dare to defy
but your just a chance taking girl
and im just the smarter guy.
(wow. I dont think I could write like this all the time haha)
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Numbers
One plus one
equals two
two misses one
but one can get by
so two skips on
onto three
two likes three
but three's a crowd
so two moves on
missing one and three
skipping along
until two meets four
four scares two
two is not ready for that many
but already given up one and three
four asks two for some time
two and four fall in love
but two feels something is missing
it thinks about one and three
and decides to keep going
four wont forget two
and goes to join the others
while two misses four
and skips along
until it meets number five
number five isnt suprised
and greets two with much pride
but curiousity met five
and he asked two
'what happened to four and three
two didnt have an answer
and thought about what came of one
it begins to ask
why it kept skipping
past one and three
and why four was so sore
five reminded two
I was still in love with you
and two skipped no more
equals two
two misses one
but one can get by
so two skips on
onto three
two likes three
but three's a crowd
so two moves on
missing one and three
skipping along
until two meets four
four scares two
two is not ready for that many
but already given up one and three
four asks two for some time
two and four fall in love
but two feels something is missing
it thinks about one and three
and decides to keep going
four wont forget two
and goes to join the others
while two misses four
and skips along
until it meets number five
number five isnt suprised
and greets two with much pride
but curiousity met five
and he asked two
'what happened to four and three
two didnt have an answer
and thought about what came of one
it begins to ask
why it kept skipping
past one and three
and why four was so sore
five reminded two
I was still in love with you
and two skipped no more
~ Wine" (not finished)
A smile worth
dozens of roses
One for every time
ive ever wanted to kiss
coated in cabernet
those lips
those lips I quickly miss
should I tell a single soul
these are for you
Indigo outlines your smile
and Fuscia tickles your toes
moonlight drives my thoughts
and sunlight
sunlight breaks the mold
Starving are the days
without your words to eat
I'm sure in another language
you could decieve my ears
And yet in aother
send my skin shivering
pleasure down my spine
like the wine you love to drink
a beautiful lush
ive come to adore
Come circa dare questo una prova, mi amore
Confessions of a saint
Desires of a sinner
I ponder thoughts
not unlike your own
licks and caresses
removal of draping dresses
whispers pillaged
Like snowflakes falling
you tease and tickle
giggling air
up and down my skin
Ontop of tree's
I leap onto fleeing leaves
leaving not fleeing from you and me
while you discover what once was
isnt much like what could
and what should
what can
what will
Sketch outlines
a great imagination at work
and in my mind
we're always kissing
but sometimes
inbetween your sentences
written like sweet poetry
I have to realize
only comprimises
that blush stained lips
that I yearn to rub and kiss
wait for coming months
when the sun breaks its mold
and the moon does what its told
only then
will snowflakes fall again
on love parched skin
let the blizzard consume
legs intertwined
and let us kiss forever
I'd love to taste red wine
(eh its 4 am . could use some work but im happy with it)
dozens of roses
One for every time
ive ever wanted to kiss
coated in cabernet
those lips
those lips I quickly miss
should I tell a single soul
these are for you
Indigo outlines your smile
and Fuscia tickles your toes
moonlight drives my thoughts
and sunlight
sunlight breaks the mold
Starving are the days
without your words to eat
I'm sure in another language
you could decieve my ears
And yet in aother
send my skin shivering
pleasure down my spine
like the wine you love to drink
a beautiful lush
ive come to adore
Come circa dare questo una prova, mi amore
Confessions of a saint
Desires of a sinner
I ponder thoughts
not unlike your own
licks and caresses
removal of draping dresses
whispers pillaged
Like snowflakes falling
you tease and tickle
giggling air
up and down my skin
Ontop of tree's
I leap onto fleeing leaves
leaving not fleeing from you and me
while you discover what once was
isnt much like what could
and what should
what can
what will
Sketch outlines
a great imagination at work
and in my mind
we're always kissing
but sometimes
inbetween your sentences
written like sweet poetry
I have to realize
only comprimises
that blush stained lips
that I yearn to rub and kiss
wait for coming months
when the sun breaks its mold
and the moon does what its told
only then
will snowflakes fall again
on love parched skin
let the blizzard consume
legs intertwined
and let us kiss forever
I'd love to taste red wine
(eh its 4 am . could use some work but im happy with it)
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Choice
Tell them
Inbetween
Your rants and raves
Please tell them
I see it in your eyes
But you choose to deny
I think you mean to
when asked
Theres a flutter in your eyes
and I know you want to
the slight hesitance
Dancing inbetween
Saying yes or no
Tell them
Please tell them
You sit ontop wooden stairs
painting them a new look
staring at your hand
reacing at the crowd
I think you wanted to
because that smile reached my eyes
I know you could have
all I got is time
Tell them
Please tell them
You mix bad drinks
has anyone told you that?
I tell bad stories
lets share our imperfections
I wouldnt mind
exchanging
exchanges
between you and me
just tell them
so they can all see
just tell them
just tell them please
I'd want more
to transpire
a coverup not necessary
but the thing is
its all in my head
and your not real
just let me call you
a seven digit reprieve
maybe then you can tell them
just tell them please
Inbetween
Your rants and raves
Please tell them
I see it in your eyes
But you choose to deny
I think you mean to
when asked
Theres a flutter in your eyes
and I know you want to
the slight hesitance
Dancing inbetween
Saying yes or no
Tell them
Please tell them
You sit ontop wooden stairs
painting them a new look
staring at your hand
reacing at the crowd
I think you wanted to
because that smile reached my eyes
I know you could have
all I got is time
Tell them
Please tell them
You mix bad drinks
has anyone told you that?
I tell bad stories
lets share our imperfections
I wouldnt mind
exchanging
exchanges
between you and me
just tell them
so they can all see
just tell them
just tell them please
I'd want more
to transpire
a coverup not necessary
but the thing is
its all in my head
and your not real
just let me call you
a seven digit reprieve
maybe then you can tell them
just tell them please
Brief Intermission
In my writing to post where I list how people came to my site, heres the top 5
As you can see, I still attract the blowjob lovers!
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As you can see, I still attract the blowjob lovers!
Monday, June 12, 2006
(untitled)
~ Dream ~
Where do you lie?
in the ocean
or the sweeping sand
When was the last time
someone graced
those silky hands
When have you been touched
on your soft rosy cheeks
Did you know that your hair
fulfills what I seek?
When will you whisper
what I want to hear?
From an accent which teaches
words I hold dear
Down under we go
In the canopy
I wish to kiss you
like petals to a flower
Blonde hints at Brown
Twisting round and round
inbetween a potent mixture
lies your face
poets dare to place
Letting you know
the way I feel
besieged by hesitation
in a no rules battlefield
Timing is everything
I better not rush
inwardly I tame
A two syllabal name
from escaping my lips
or grabbing you close
to steal a dired kiss
Our eyes exchange
on the same plane
your shoulders inviting
instigating me insane
I dont know if I'd recite this
Because I think
staying the same
is better
than nothing at all
But in case you read this
and you know who you are
drop me a hint
like a falling star
because we all know
when the moon begins to shine
that if a twinkle grants me wishes
you'd soon be mine
Where do you lie?
in the ocean
or the sweeping sand
When was the last time
someone graced
those silky hands
When have you been touched
on your soft rosy cheeks
Did you know that your hair
fulfills what I seek?
When will you whisper
what I want to hear?
From an accent which teaches
words I hold dear
Down under we go
In the canopy
I wish to kiss you
like petals to a flower
Blonde hints at Brown
Twisting round and round
inbetween a potent mixture
lies your face
poets dare to place
Letting you know
the way I feel
besieged by hesitation
in a no rules battlefield
Timing is everything
I better not rush
inwardly I tame
A two syllabal name
from escaping my lips
or grabbing you close
to steal a dired kiss
Our eyes exchange
on the same plane
your shoulders inviting
instigating me insane
I dont know if I'd recite this
Because I think
staying the same
is better
than nothing at all
But in case you read this
and you know who you are
drop me a hint
like a falling star
because we all know
when the moon begins to shine
that if a twinkle grants me wishes
you'd soon be mine
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