Human Portrait

Sharp features
render description moot
within the lines
that defy your lovely jawline
I submit
my audit
biased like yesterdays news
and made to tailor
just me
and just you

neurons spike
flying at high speed
through channels not yet discovered
they bargain with nerves
devishly sexy deals
that involve you smiling
just the way I like
which is
any way you smile

the wall encircles you
as a figure slumps on the ground
flecks of grace clump up
like knee's on unleaven bread
I see encompassed jewels
staring back
at worn fabric
used furniture
and a burned out heart
we'd negotiate
but priceless is on the rise
and your eyes
are my demise

The Window

Let's stare
starkly out the window
at those less fortunate
that stir emotionless devices
and mark their contempt with snide grins
dont let them see you
the revolution is early
and we're safe in each other's arms

Walk inbetween the lines
let the concrete cushion against insignificance
betray the norm and lose your innocence
gaze without eye contact
and hold my hand
the only committment
I feel secure with

Maybe tonight we'll sit outside
letting the wind carry the masses
to hear our opinionated glances
I'd love to debate
with you at my side
and my liberal banter
making up for the lost time
where I was lost
The night is young
please grab my hand
and stare out the window with me?

When was the last time I talked here?

You need milk with a peanut butter sandwhich. I dont care if your lactose intolerant, drink it with soy milk. If your soytose intolerant, then become a real person. Have you ever tried to get rid of the sticky feeling in your mouth with anythin else? Water just makes it taste horrible. Juice isnt the right consistancy. When I was younger I hit up the soy milk due to allergies, and I have to say after a while you dont even remember what regular milk tasted like. Of course when I went back in my mid teens, the taste was recalled and missed, but the point is the substitution isnt that bad.

I need new music. I'm still listening to my latest batch of newly found artists, but I need something totally different. Your friendly neighborhood Simonman is out of inspirado. My latest poems, at least in my opinion havent been nearly as good as the previous, and I'm just feeling bleh. I'm not sure what I need. All I know is I miss the days when I could churn out two-three pieces of writing in a couple of hours, now its hard to put out a stanza.

My crusade against video games is going eh. My desire to go back to WoW is collapsing, and I really dont miss ten hour days at the computer. It's just one of those things that when your involved, you dont think you could ever quit, and then once you do, the lightbulb goes on and you realize how much of a waste of time it is.
I've been playing Halo more, as well as a couple Strategy games on the side. Overall it equals out to much less time distracted, which makes me realize how much I need to turn this S-train around.

Uconn feels like home when im there. I think this is one of the only instances where I feel more comfortable at someone ELSES college than my own. Being as this is the last year, I should start to get to know those in my own school.

Lately my sleep has been plagued. I have very odd dreams, and waking up every couple
of hours is NOT hot. What add's to this is the uncomfortable feeling when I do wake up. It's like I'm re-experiencing consciousness for the first time, and have to re-aclement myself with my surroundings. Somehow this doesnt happen when I sleep downstairs, or soemwhere else, only my bed. I think I need to finally get sleep without the seroquel. I think after this entry im going to go look online and find a guide on how to get off it.

Conversion Method

I listened to an album while writing this,coming up with idea's after listening to different tracks. 50 bonus points to whomever can figure out the album.



like a bloody nightmare
you make me sweat
in a finished oak bed
thoughts uncontrolled
passionate chaos fills
from head to toe
and i'm left sitting up
with sheets of false security
wondering if somehow
they'll protect me from you

My waking life consists
of watching your mouth give up
relenting to spastic compliments
and prescribing heart flutter
as wreck of the day
I soak choice words up
like a sponge on a killing spree
only slow going
when you ask me to go slow

The anesthetic is fading
give me something new
or cover up the old
with sexy lingerie
or whatever else hides
unmistakable blemishes
and other choice reasons
why we keep the lights off

Oh you just want attention
willing to gaze
like headlights at scared deer
go ahead
stare me down
theres an accident waiting to happen
or happening to wait
whichever makes you sleep better
dont worry about me
I prefer this lust filled nightmare
because frankly
if i had to choose
I always loved
you making me sweat

How Come

Theres things you dont know
little suprises
cagey reflexes and other
untimely demises
but when push comes to shove
we're all super man
just trying to
convince everyone else
that Clark Kent
is a really cool guy
and worth a second glance


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Spin the wheel raggedy man
because I smell a sequel
just listen to the cliche's
being pounded in your head
like Eigon with a death ray
but there aint no ghostbustin
and this isnt the march of dimes
charity is a rarity
and you're out of time