Sing to me.
Touch me before only
Nothing hears your words.
Light me
with the match we made.
Climb me to my peak and
we’ll fold away together in the bottom bureau drawer.
Christen me
With the bottle that holds your love.
Grab me.
Hit me with the words you threw away.
Take me.
Hold me back before I
reach the peak without you.
Fold me in half and pack me
in the ice inside of you.
Slip your love around my neck and hang
on before the nothing does.
Do something.
(Suggestion: The following poem is best when accompanied by chocolate.)
** My Favorite Valentine**
Firm softness enters eager warmth.
Juices flow
Chocolate Climax.
Rest easy and melt away.
The Candy Kiss
-Katy
My love, I surrender to you. (gasp)
StoryTyler
“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.”
I Spy Ty.
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I’m feeling down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me…
Shadowfox
“Hard work often pays off after time, but laziness always pays off now.” - Procrastinator’s motto.
In proper tortured artist fashion, the girl I love is lost to me, and by my own hand. I met her while I was in Seattle, and we dated the whole time I lived there. I pretty well killed any chance with her by my insistance that no one could possibly care about me and my inability to express my feelings for her. We broke up when I moved back to Portland and we haven’t talked since. As I’ve slowly been growing out of my last pity me phase, I’m realizing more and more that we were in love, and I totally blew it. The more I think about it, the more I realize how retarded I was for her, but she’s now dating a computer programmer with a big truck, and she seems to happy to have a chance to win her back.
The good thing about all this is that this will be only the second time in seven years that I haven’t been dumped in February. Both times were due to lack of dumpee, however.
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I’ve got a little black book with me poems in. I’ve got a bag, toothbrush, and a comb.
Okay, I’m going to try a happy one now. Who do I love?
I love my friend Dave, who I’ve known since 7th grade. Despite numerous stolen women, anime disagreements, and his inability to eat anything not fried or covered in sugar, we’ve stayed friends throughout, and we share a common mind most of the time. Though, he’s been interrupting me a lot recently, so I’m probably going to have to kill him.
I love my parents, despite the fact that they’ve totally deprived me of any chance of normality by staying married all these years, and maintaining a loving and caring enviornment.
I love my friend Denise, who still loves me even after years of watching me self destruct and crawl back to normalcy. Anyone who cares enough to pick you out of a pool of puke and pills and throw you in the shower till they are sure you’re alright deserves a special place in your heart. And she knows I’d do the same for her if the roles were reversed.
I love everyone really, and am saddened when people can’t learn to look beyond themselves and feel for others. We’re all worth courtesy and compassion, I wish everyone would show it.
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I’ve got a little black book with me poems in. I’ve got a bag, toothbrush, and a comb.
Tonight was Junior Prom at my high school. One of my best friends and I made plans to go together, and I had been looking forward to tonight for months. Then he and I got into a huge fight and called the whole thing off. Due to the fact that all my friends have dates and I’d end up being a third wheel, or alone, I passed the event up.
I started wallowing last night, with a big bowl of ice cream and “It’s Raining On Prom Night” playing over and over in the background, only imagining how much tonight was going to suck.
Instead, I spent today and tonight with my boyfriend and his best friend. They took me to the park and humored my pleas to push me on the tire swing. We then watched chick flicks, played board games, and talked. Later, after his friend left, my boyfriend dug out his stuffed dinosaur for me to snuggle with tonight, and held me for an hour while I talked and cried about everything that has been happening lately.
Then he pulled out a CD with my favorite slow song of all time, and hit the repeat button. The Boy Who Will Not Dance danced with me over and over, in the middle of his living room at 1 AM, to try and make me feel a little less left out.
It’s not love, but he sure means an awful lot to me. I don’t quite know how I’d get on without him sometimes.
-Lanna