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Sunday, January 18, 2009

My Rose :)

My rose, how you grow
Thorns jutting humbly outward
petals in such delicate rows

Never leave me
Never whither
Grow in my garden
stay and be
everything you deserve.

My rose, you smell so sweet
your aroma enticing
calling me to your firmly rooted home
always inviting

Never leave me
Never whither
Grow in my garden
stay and be
everything you can.

My rose, dont use your thorns
i just want to be next to you
i want to admire every petal
and never notice what others think is wrong.

Never leave me
Never whither
Grow in my garden
stay and be
anything you want.

My Rose, please dont leave me
Never fall to natures cruel cycle
Never Whither
Never Falter
Just stay with me and spread your beauty forever :)
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i Love You

Friday, January 2, 2009

My Piss has Cooled

I'm writing again, got another Novel idea.. thats right roll your eyes.. i deserve it. I've had so many IDEAS that have been SO strong but i let them slip away, i dont deserve to capture your attention this time, it could be just another idea to be lost by a lazy writer.. But this time things are different.. in a strange way these characters are personal and i cant let them be forgotten, cant lose them. I will finish this novel, no matter how long it may take. I'm not quitting. I'm not straying. I'm setting a course and sailing True.

To some the plotline is a secret and to those i paln to keep it taht way for a while, i WILL tell those who are close enough to deserve it.. But i will also keep it quiet for some until they can read a few chapters. So, if anybody wants to talk about the plot, do it on msn :P

Monday, December 29, 2008

The Hill

Towing his luggage up a Steep, sloping hill
he sniffs out the scent of a fresh gutted kill
with such a grim smell stinging his nose
he stood very still, unmoving, he froze.

The bushes, they rustled, not far away
as the sky was losing the last hint of day.
The traveler, he sprinted, trying the run
and drew from his belt an old rusty gun.

He hoped, prayed to god, that the weapon was loaded
as everything within him surely exploded
with a fear so intense he could hardly stand
while his legs tried to move at his crazed mind's demand.

As he stood at the top of the hill
he turned to find that the whole world was still.
The fresh stench of death still held the air
but to the traveler the world was finally fair
and empty and peaceful and lonely
But he was not alone, far from the only
soul on the hill.
The other slunk silently, hoping to kill,
this easy and foolish prey.
Blood was to be spilled today.

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Personally i hate this poem.. but i finished it nonetheless.. PLEASE comment

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Heating My Piss

Man the world is boring these days. I cant write at all.. i hope it hasn't left me but.. i'm starting to worry that it has :/ I mean I haven't been able to write since November.. its not fit.. not at all.. I'm starting to worry.. no block has lasted so long. Mom told me "Nothing to heat yer piss over" a funny expression it is.. but it really is something to "heat my piss over"

yes it is.

Busy

The snow fell in a divine light today
its something i'd wish to show you
but rare as it is, busy you are
its something you cannot go to.

The ice separated in a wondrous crack
its something that i'd love you to hear
but rare as it is, and busy you are
it'll have to wait for another year.

The world holds a great bounty of beauties,
you yourself hold a place among them,
of course you'll never see every one that comes to my eyes
but i wish you could.

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Don't misinterpret these poems, i don't mind that you're busy, that i can easily handle. Its just when something seemingly one of a kind comes along and you're not there.. it feels sorta empty. Like the wonder of the moment has been wasted :P

and yes, I know i'm weird.

Only One

Watch the snow dance in the sunlight
illuminating every virtue
the picturesque white of every flake
mirroring my thoughts of you.

How you dance through my mind
constantly, accidentally, eluding my vision
as i crave for your beauty, unique and divine
our eyes endure a painful fission.

I'll be here until your done
no matter how many days we spent apart
you're simply the only one.

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Just a little bit of assurance to a certain special person in my life who has been pretty busy lately :P I can wait, I'll always crave you here, always thirst for your presence, but I can wait. :)

Thursday, December 11, 2008

CHRISTMAS!!

Holy Christmas!!!

I'm soooo hyped for it.. i still need to mail Bex's gift.. i still need to wait 14 days.. but i'm SOOOO hyped!!

I wanna give my gifts now.. i want to see the look on Bex's face.. i wanna sing Christmas songs (which i am) .. i wanna decorate (which i was.. and fuck b'y i even i wanna bake cookies!!! Thats a rare occasion.. when i want to BAKE.. or do any work really.. i'm even happy to do Christmas Cleaning.. just means the holiday is getting closer and closer and soon... WHAM! it'll be here, right in our Faces!

Then the Christmas specials.. they're finally on TV, a reason for Me to watch TV, a rare occasion indeed.

I think its cuz i have somebody more to buy for than my family.. theres Chels and theres Bex and i'm gonna try for Bones and Lo (not a priority but i wanna try).. this is the first year where i'll buy gifts for more than three people.. and i LOVE it!!! Makes me Really happy :P

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

12am

9:45 and all was well
the little boy was far from hell.
He pranced around so free from thought
and to all others his ills were forgot.

10:30 and all was fine
the lonely boy was far from dying.
The light inside still burning brightly,
malicious intentions held only slightly.

11:15 and things got worse
death danced around like a demonic curse.
The boy lost his kindness and every friend,
along with the fear he'd held of life's end.

12am the sky ran red
the boy, now older, lay cold and dead
a knife clenched tight between his fist
with long red tracks along his wrist.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Shouting Out to My Fellow Bloggers

Following suit to one of my best friends VideoGirl, i have decided to place some quick, shoutouts on my blog account to my best friends and fellow bloggers. All of which are.. ironically, Girls;

First of All theres Bex: You were there when i was lonely.. nobody to understand me, you vented to me and listened to my troubles. As You still do. I needed that, and i still do. Your my sister, my blood brother of sorts, and we're very much alike. You trusted me with viewing your writing and you made me feel good whenever i was low. I just hope i can do the same for you BekkiBex.. i just hope i can be the friend you were to me.

Then VideoGirl herself of course: What can i say but.. Tweet Tweet SQUACK! :) You were always around to make me laugh up a lung and shat bracks and canaries all over the place. You listened to stuff you probly didn't wanna hear and always made me feel better somehow, usually from randomness but it worked wonders. Thanks a billion and two Bing.

Of Course theres Bones: You may trip over fences and fart to rival a nuclear warhead, you also have 1001 reasons to frown. But still your laughing, every fucking second of the day. Theres always something funny around you, some joke to make to your nickname or your blond moments. And your never sour, never outright bitchy. Its YOUR fault i have all of these awesome friends, YOUR fault i met Chelsea and Laura and Mitchell and the Michael's. All because you wouldn't shut up and leave the shy kid alone. Thanks for that, i can never thank you enough, but thanks.

And then theres Allie: What can i say you're a really one of a kind girl forsure. You can write poetry about nearly anything from the themes of the fact taht you dont want anymore pills cuz your already high on life to the simple yet horrid topic of writer's block. Your immensely versatile and you've always been there to listen to my rants and my troubles and you haven't really asked anything of me in return. Thanks so Much! :)

And Finally Chels: It all Began with a stupid Stienz who noticed nothing.. When the girl he REALLY REALLY liked.. liked him, he hadn't noticed and continued to think her WAY out of reach. She was too clever, too cute, too social... but then again.. because he didn't think it possible he noticed nothing.. in that he missed every time she moved close, every time she favored him over others.. he just didn't think it possible.. he didn't think he could be loved by anybody else :P

But he got over all that with a push from a friend.. thats when he decided he'd tell her.. he did.. and here we are.. after waterfalls, Orange Tangy things, New nicknames: Juno, Woody, Bleeker, Tomato Bisque.. and simply a New World.. where theres something worth living for other than hope. Something more than, "things'll get better" They're just fine as they are, aand without needing it things DO just get better and better and better. You are the BEST thing in my life, the best thing thats ever been there.

And Now:

What can i say that i haven't repeated, i'd kill for you, i'd die for you, if you were gone i'd disappear too, I wish i were near you even more, all i'd ever need from you is a hand to hold and i'd be happy.. what you've given me is so much more so much stronger, You are beautiful no matter what you think, You are brave and strong no matter how much belief is put against that, I want to hold you when your cold and wipe away every tear, You've listened to everything.. awkward and beyond, and you've told me everything.. awkward and beyond, your incredibly cute when you're stubborn, when you have your little fits of OCD, when you get easily amused, when your staring into space, when you hold compassion in your eyes, when your eyes are blazing with any emotion, Your eyes are incredible, I'm such a dork i cant stop smiling, i'm such a tard i cant stop laughing and also.. most importantly of all I Love You.


I Love All You Guys!

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Home is where the heart is

Home is where the heart is,
and with you i'm never astray.
If Home is where the heart is,
why, at my house, is my heart far away?

Home is where the heart is,
with you i'm always there.
So if Home is where the heart is,
why am I comfortable no matter where?

Because You're there.

Home is where the heart is,
for you its always beating,
so i can follow the steady drone,
follow surety's reading,
All the way to the only place i can truly call Home.

Wherever you are.