Ode to my readers! (this is a new one)

I type, I type,
I endlessly type...

I mock, complain,
I curse, and groan.
I make my feelings known.

My thoughts and dreams
My curiousities and quirks
You are the witness to my sanity,
(or lack thereof).

I post, I post,
I endlessly post...

You read, comment,
You laugh and smirk.
You forward on to friends?

My hobbies and passions,
My victories and failures,
You see my soul laid bare,
(and you come back for more).

I blog, I blog,
I endlessly blog...

and all I ask, is you read.

Red Prom Dress

This I know I wrote in highschool. I was at work one day and I looked out the window, and for some reason, the sky appeared white and the clouds were all blue. Could have been because of the sunset or the lake, but for some reason it inspired me to write what I meant at the time to be a song, but I don't write music. Man I was a whiny 16 year old.


I always love the ones who love another
I can only ever be a friend.
I imagine tender moments that will never occur,
but I cannot love any other

A gentle embrace, a soft caress,
her lovely form in that red prom dress.
Her hair is up, her nails are done,
and the night, its just begun.

Refrain:
The the sky is white,
the clouds are blue,
And this girl she loves me too.
If it is all so unreal,
then why is it all that I can feel?

The sun it sets, the stars arise,
I love the way it reflects her eyes.
She looks at me, I kiss her lips,
I wrap my arms around her hips.

We sit on rocks by moonlit lake
Just hearing her speak, makes me quake
We slide out of our clothes and into the cold,
its the one I've longed for that I now hold.

Refrain

Ok, fine.. I wrote this recently

Like no girl I've ever met,
Like the girl I've always known.
In my head you've lived your life,
up till now, when our paths cross.

Way to perfect to exist,
I always thought you couldn't be.
Even if we happened on it,
the choice you'd make would not be me.

Of all the dreams when you'd appear,
Of all the times I woke refreshed.
I knew that you were meant for me,
I knew "home" would be with you.

I met you once, I did not know,
of all the days to smoke away.
I chanced to quit, we meet again,
I regret the times that could've been.

People say, "If its meant to be,
time will meet with place."
Time and I, we are not friends,
If this is it, I will not wait.

For years I've searched, I've looked afar,
I've been from here to there.
The world is large I was adrift,
Only to find you where I have been.

I've gone too far,
Can I go back? Was it all my folly?
If you are there, and I am here,
how can we be together?

Wrote this sometime in college, probably senior year.

I sit in my room
My room in disarray.
I'm surrounded by liquor bottles, cigarette butts, and an over-riding smell of bong resin.
These items consume my life, suck it away.
But I persist
Textbooks and spirals lay all over my room, unused, undisturbed, except for the numerous parade of visitors that stop in, making room to sit.
My computer lies in pieces, not yet ready to use.
A useless relic of a once great "mind" that produced many profound and insightful tidbits.
But I persist
My room is cramped, full to the brim.
But daily I will try and jam in more stuff to make it feel comfortable.
It is stuffy, my spirit can't breathe in this room. It lies under murky waters gasping for air, not able to grasp a single breath, slowly dying, but immortal, so the touch of death slips off its slim shoulders.
But I persist
My Bible still resides in its lofty position, but has gathered dust from lack of use and the weight of other books I've placed atop it.
The burning incense pretends to bring some sense, but it merely covers up the rancid smell of stagnation and decay.
I sit in my room.
My room in disarray
I sit in my life.