Life

Puzzle pieces, fit them together,
just don't expect to be helped.
Meticulously placing with an exhausted mind
as the puzzle box is shelved.
In The Game of Life.

Order forms, send them neatly,
make sure they're perfectly stacked.
Pass them on to those who await them
just don't expect them back.
In The Job of Life.

Things thrown at you, none expected,
but all must be done to perfection.
Everything stacked, hysterically tidy,
for all but one exception,
The End of Life.

Blood Brothers

We sat together, exchanging words
and wondering whether it was plausible,
for us to exchange vows of blood
even though it seemed so impossible.

We've said it all a thousand times,
but it never truly seemed final.
So we searched for what truly defined ourselves
to bring our meaning revival.

Questions came to our minds,
wondering simply; how?
But with two minds that think as one
that question is answered now.

For blood flows much farther than veins,
much brighter colors than red.
And with the rainbow of imagination
we entwined our minds and our heads.

In that we swore to forever be brothers.
To listen when others cant understand
and even when we, ourselves cannot.
Our minds will bleed together as we are forever bonded.
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To Becca, for this oath didn't just mean a lot, it meant everything :D

The Liars Queen

Not my favorite poem but i think its worthy of the blog
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The Liars Queen,
she dictates their deceitful actions
while speaking not a word.

The Liars Queen,
the empress of escapists
those who fear what others cant know.

The Liars Queen,
her people's only fear
though she does nothing to scare them.

The Liars Queen,
is naught but the truth.
She speaks not a word.
She incites not a sound.
But they fear her most of all,
The Liars Queen,
for only she sees them as they are.

The Doctor

The doctor's in,
but his tools are unlikely.
Trust seems a sin,
but what else can you do?

The doctor's in,
a radio firmly in hand.
CD's slowly begin
and sweet music floods in...

The doctor's in,
his voice a seductive whisper.
Speaking just below the melody,
his words no less than poetry in the night.

The doctor's in,
but he wears only a cloak of promise,
while drifting along upon a cloud of melody,
trying to help you sustain your memories.
His oath is no longer for your life
but for the heart which flutters sweetly in your chest.

The doctor's in,
and he knows best.

Chocoholics

Powder me with cravings so sweet,
nothing to smoke, just something to eat.
If I find the sought for tonic
I'll be one happy Chocoholic.

Addiction dragging me down the street,
searching desperately for chocolate treats.
The hidden wont take long to be found
with a rambunctious Chocoholic around.

So hide your sugar-sprinkled treats
and lock them away with many keys.
For when Chocoholics come around
they will clear out every candy in town.

Saltwater Taffy

Something so different to me it COULD be weird
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Saltwater Taffy
please sweeten my sadness
pull me from tears
and stick me back together.

Saltwater Taffy
don't sour my happiness
dragging me from the sun
sticking me to what I've done.

Saltwater Taffy
you contradict explanation,
but I love you no less.
Sugary, Bitter...
just rancid and litter...
while others just can't get enough.

Decisions, decisions...
livid with contradictions...
All bets aside,
All choices made,
Just pick a side,
While charges are laid.

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams,
beauty floating in your mind
an endless fountain
savor it forever

Sweet Dreams,
chasing desire
lost in time
but never forgotten

Sweet Dreams,
a quiet lullaby
its rhythm resonating
its words lost forever

Sweet Dreams,
sleep tonight
hide away from the light
for when its out of sight
you will soar higher than any kite

Getting into That Familiar Groove

I'm starting to write again!!! The pain is subsiding and I feel the writers block melting away, ideas are barreling into my mind, its so amazing!!! Its been so long since I could take up a pencil and write, I'm gonna dish out an amazing shortstory, I promise, keep your fingers crossed, it might ake a while :P

home.... but still suffering

My back is so stiff, its good to be home tho. Dont expect much from me yet, its hurts to sit and it hurts to stand so the computer is a real obstacle. I'll write more later but I really cant right now :S

Hardwood Hatred

The house if filled with the stuff, renovations simply make it more and more plentiful. I know not liking hardwood flooring seems foolish but its me. I've never really liked the stuff, I'm a carpet man. Its more that the wooden floors seem less comfortable to me or something, its more than even physical I feel at edge when I stand on the stuff, weird huh? It must be the fact of how cold it gets, that must be what throws the feeling at me like I'm standing naked in a crowd. It kills me in how irrational it is but why not, eh? Isn't it just human to feel insane in your fears, doesn't it make you feel stronger in knowing you are weaker, more normal.... me neither :P

It bites at my thoughts maniacally whispering mocking remarks at the idiocy of such a fear... well not fear but... discomfort.

Theres only a few rooms left with carpet now, the living room and the hall, I stay there as much as I can but... i gotta go back to my room sometime, and yet the only comfort i can find is when my feet are off the floor. Am I going crazy? O.o