January 2010
15 posts
An actual Blog Entry
So although I know ya’ll must love reading my poetry and my occasional story I though I might actually talk directly to ya for once.
Its like… damn, nearly 3.30 p.m.
I haven’t stayed up this late since the summer… Haven’t been able to. Huh.
Well Alex, my love which you have indeed read about several times already (and I’m sure its nowhere near the last time...
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A New Years she wishes to Forget
This was not where she wanted to be. Sitting at her best friends home, New years eve, this was the exact opposite of what she truly wanted. Only it wasn’t what any of her friends were doing that bothered her… It was the guy she was sitting with. The guy she had fallen for and was now making her regret that. She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Trying to mess with her head more...
All you are to me
Sweet cherry
cool air
warm heat
soft breath
sun shining through
the open window as
a warm summer breaze
blows my papers
all about
eyes open and
you breath in
its that
lovely smell
of new mud after
a long rain
eyes open and I see
soft
cool
sweet
warm
green
loving eyes
looking strait at me
Eyes
Fresh cut grass
Deep green tea
spring buds
of the tall old trees
vines climbing
over sides of southern houses
sweet peas
spring dresses
weeping willows
after a cold calm rain
and a hint of
that glimmering sun
all look at me
so lovingly
in your gaze
Dreaming
Close eyes
slowly
softly
my head
rests on your chest
hearing those
beats
hearing those
continuous
rhythmic
pounds
close eyes
and breath
your smell
laying in bed
your bed
more of your smell
surrounds me
that musk
of sweet
and savory
like a most wonderful meal
pull the blanket over
bare shoulders
close eyes
and sleep
i still
smell your smell and
arms instictively
grab...
Mirror
Look into eyes
of blue-green
a little grey
grey thats showing
what the face doesn’t
———
See
that face which, smiles
and laughs
while underneath
the masks
and walls
the body cries
———
See
that face which, lost
friends who were like family
people who had cared
———
See
that face which, wishes
to press rewind on the tape...
Enough
I’m not enough
enough for you
for perfection
that perfection that is you
I love you
Oh so much you can not know
I need you
here for me
and I love that you always are
always here
always near
I’m not good enough
Cause you deserve
perfection
which I am not
You deserve it all
everything
and I want to give it to you
to be able to give
all you want
you love
desire
I...
Your my kind of rain (Making me love it again)
Raindrops travel down my skin
Slowly flowing down my cheek
Streaming down the draw of my neck to the strong line of my shoulder
Cascading down my breast
Down my ribs and around my waist
Turning to rivers on the small of my back
bouncing on the curves of my hips
They drip and envelope my body
Cool waters hold me safe
Wash me clean of all which I wish to forget
Those drops
Landing from...
I hate Storms now
The hard rain is my terror
The wind is my fear
Hard Rain
Pounding like his words to me
at me
repeatative
continuous
unending
over and over again without change
breaking me down into soft malleable mud and muck
Wind
Empty yet still full of anger
and strength
Like his mind
so empty of all emotion
that lack of compassion towards all things
Yet full at anger towards me
for not falling...
Beauty
Beauty is not what I see in the mirror
Though you once…
far more then once
Say that I should
Beauty is not what I see
Heartbreak, yes
A boy who’s soul I threw away
A face that’s cried
and worn a mask of laughter and smiles
far more then its been happy
A body full of could be betters
from waist
to hips
to ass
to thighs
from face
to hair
to everything I see
...
Looking Behind
My back-story does not exist
My past is not my own
I don’t look at it
Although I love history
For I wish to forget
What I’ve done
What I’ve been through
and who I was
My past is not my own
for I am not in my past
A Real Love (Under it all)
Words said before thought
Words that needed no thought
their purpose came through
those words said in simple conversation
more meaningful then you could know
more meaningful then you inteded
for you didn’t intend for them to be meaningful
and possibly because you didn’t intend for them to be meaningful
I’m honored to get them under my skin
New Beginnings
So… God, in the last… not even 24 hours I’ve regained a friend. I can’t believe he’s been through so much in these last few months. Its just… God, I just can’t.
Addictions not for teenagers. Even though I know better, I still find myself falling into the idea that we’re all safe from that kind of stuff.
You were once the only person I could open...
“I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike...”
– Ghandi