Monday, February 26, 2007
Lent
Some people give up eating meat, others perhaps watching tv, some maybe even sex if they are really disciplined. However can someone give up someone else for lent? Because I think the former catholic school girl currently in my life has given me up for lent.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
I Need You Now...but I am not totallly overdramatic
Early in the round
Blows I just did not expect
By the end of the day
I had nothing left to protect
Boxers entered my ring
Working the cut on my brow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
High noon had come
I had no where to run
Towns folk abandoned me
with no rounds left in my gun
Other days I was a quick draw
This day left such actions to not allow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Like any sailor before me
I tried to navigate the strait
but the waters didn't adore me
I was left in the storm to wait
out the violence the wind can bring
in your world of stern to bow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
In the walks of life
today, that came forth
It feels as if,
I don't have any worth
We search for the illusion,
closure, somehow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Blows I just did not expect
By the end of the day
I had nothing left to protect
Boxers entered my ring
Working the cut on my brow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
High noon had come
I had no where to run
Towns folk abandoned me
with no rounds left in my gun
Other days I was a quick draw
This day left such actions to not allow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Like any sailor before me
I tried to navigate the strait
but the waters didn't adore me
I was left in the storm to wait
out the violence the wind can bring
in your world of stern to bow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
In the walks of life
today, that came forth
It feels as if,
I don't have any worth
We search for the illusion,
closure, somehow
This time prompts me to realize
I need you now
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Atypical MySpace Whore
He was somewhat fluent
Quite congruent in methods of pursuance
Yet you've never known his touch
The thought is that he's someone else
The stimulus to touch yourself
And you treat him as such
He retells the tragedies
symphonies to remedies
You have a faint recollection of voice
He'll smile at you on the street
Shun him away in discrete
All the while keeping your poise
You'll think he's a ghost
While at the most he writes a post
Like any other myspace whore
He'll review his message queue
Imagining the rendevue
where he'll verify-
you're real for sure
Quite congruent in methods of pursuance
Yet you've never known his touch
The thought is that he's someone else
The stimulus to touch yourself
And you treat him as such
He retells the tragedies
symphonies to remedies
You have a faint recollection of voice
He'll smile at you on the street
Shun him away in discrete
All the while keeping your poise
You'll think he's a ghost
While at the most he writes a post
Like any other myspace whore
He'll review his message queue
Imagining the rendevue
where he'll verify-
you're real for sure
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