At least he's straight forward????

New Entry, and an update

A word of advice to anyone who gets their poems to the editing process

It sucks. The most important advice I can give is keep your work short, because any unnecessary line is taken out. Space is too much of a factor. The downside is because I know this I think the stuff ive written lately has been suffering.

Intimate

Would you believe
I am insecure
About most anything

There is a fine line
Between indecision and revision
Knowing yes and shaking no
And this brilliant design has
Stabled life and kept me stable
But now
There is you
And I’m willing to be intimate
If your willing to just be

I keep walking away
Just to come back with bite
You probably don’t notice
Our seasonal goodbyes
Because I don’t think
Deep Down
You ever said hello

My intimate puzzle
Is wearing out
And the answer is at hand,
But I’m not ready to relinquish
Nor submit to such trivial
Pleasantries like truth
It just gets in the way
Of heart driven crusades
And smile relished Renaissances

I apologize in advance
For my scrupled wit
Doesn’t make well for hesitance
And when I see you
When hazel desires meet azure dreams
Our lips might lock on sheer will
I might resign
But I’m willing to be intimate
If your willing to just be.

You know you drank too much when

- You are still hungover 9:00 pm the next day
- You cant find your cell
- You have pizza crusts on your floor (I didnt have pizza)
- I blacked out at my computer, and while doing so posted the previous entry and write a one stanza poem I found, i'd like to share it for the artistic genius

"I wonder if cherry is very merry
very merry is cherry
and quite contrary her blog did grow
cuz im drunk and i like snow"

- I cant find my shoes
- I IMed 7 people

Yep. Back to water for a while.

Almost 5,000 hits!

The site has almost had 5,000 hits and the poetry site half that much. Thanks to all who check it regularly or semi regularly ;) god knows my posting hasnt been consistant.

I hope its been entertaining for everyone. Well actually if it hasnt then fuck off but im pretty sure it has :P

In a few days my portfolio gets sent in and im terribly terribly nervous. Ive had enough positive feedback about my writing to make me feel better but theres always a shred of doubt.

Question of the evening.

A person's drive to want something is what keeps them going; alive. Those who say they are content are either lying or have a secret desire they are unwilling to speak of.

That said

What do you want? Really want?

Dont know what to call this =/

Come sweet love
let us flow within thy candied whispers
kiss the stowaways and stowaway the masses
and elevate ourselves beyond simple physical attraction

your words pierce my soul with desire
as we dance ontop a grave of fear
let sin atrophy and scrape to segmented pavement
where ten toes and infinite melodies
guide our divine grace

oh come my sweet love
before logic's control acosts us so
and we are driven back to horrible cells of reason
locked up and thrown away with keys of peversion and
infected thoughts consume our essence
leaving us with nothing more
than what seems right

we must stand up and
like Gershwin and Mozart before us
give in to sweet rapture
rise with crescendo
as blood rushes to envelop our nerves
let every touch start a revolution!
raw passion is the new currency
our hands invade dorment skin
our licks protest against idle nerves
we shall declare ourselves free
and free ourselves within each other

The dawn will guide a new light
one without ordinary gazes
where curiousity is not without drive!
I will relish you
and you will memorize me
like camera's refurbished and rejuvenated
my eyes take snapshots
perfect transparencies with opaque beauty
so we will remember what was done
and what will not be lost

oh to our embrace
when perfection belies conformity
and legs bounce with a treasured youth
recently let go and told to command
my every move and singular bound
to you
we take our time
like time was meant to be taken
shove off the hourglass
newly replaced with eternity
and eternally bestowed with
immeasurable worth

seconds counting as pleasing gapes of volume
and hours defined only by conjoined breath
twilight spotlighting our days
and sunlight canvassing our nights
destroying convention
within

oh come my love
we will walk along painted shorelines
remembering when longevity was upon us
crying about with reckless abandon

a fire will be built
and our ageless bodies will sit beside
remminiscing of shameless days
with your laughter sweetening
and smile intoxicating
I'd spring up
and with renewal ask for your hand
as five familiar fingers
curl around my own
and we'd begin to prance

oh come thy love
introduce yourself
and accept this dance