Mostly Crap

I called this page mostly crap, because that's what it is. I usually only try and write poetry (if you can even call it that) only when I think I'm in love, depressed, or depressed about being in love. Thus much of this will be sappy drivel and crap, most of its old, but for some reason I felt the need to annoy you with it.

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I'm not your average 28 year old. I like to engage in highly dorky pursuits, and to date highly attractive women. (Well, just one at a time) I'd like to say I get by on my wit and charm... but we all know that just isn't true. I happily find myself in the Bay Area, where I enjoy the temperate weather, sweaters in June, and rolling landscapes. I do miss the raging thunderstorms of Central Texas, but as they drive my dog insane, its probably for the best. I hope you enjoy the inner workings of my dorkiness, feel free to comment as necessary. (Unless its about grammar, puncuation or spelling, then I don't wanna hear it!)

Thursday, February 03, 2005

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

posted by timothy | 6:25 PM

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