A poem of this sort spins around a question
one of life or love matters only in the session
or who you're with and how its read
and all the hidden meanings in what is said.

A question with an answer one can only hope
complicated simplicity with which we learn to cope
inside our hearts and minds evades our grasp
'til finally and pitifully our hands around it clasp.

A further query is arisen then
a conundrum upon our moment of purity and zen.
what of the speaker who first asked,
does he want to know what we finally grasped?

A reply to that is easily given
hastily sealed after carefully written
communicated quickly to you;
yes, I most certainly do.

A desired temptation once vexed me with its purpose
it danced and twirled in ways less than virtuous
drawing me towards a life of full service
cultivating an end that left me powerless.

A fashion seems brewing in this life full of ire
pulling me away from that end and so I will retire
but not before I ask the question that burns my heart with fire
exactly which temptation is it that you desire?





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My beloved Bella, you have torn my heart in two.
How will I ever know what to do?
I see all the things I am giving up for you,
And it seems just a few;
When compared to the love I have.
What sort of test is this, that leaves me crying?
What sort of man is it that can be so easily reduced to tears?
For your love I will always be trying;
Even if it takes me all of my years.

I am sitting in a clearing in the woods. The grass is soft and welcoming. Leaves and flowers dance in the wind in fluttering gaity. All is silent but the dancing, my breath long since stolen away. Shaded light tinted green is permeated by floating objects; objects occasionally turned to brilliant stars by the shafts of golden light that pierce through the clearing and my mind. The smell is good clean air, unspoiled and pure. I begin to breathe slowly, losing myself to the rhythm of the wind. My mind floats through the clearing; dancing with the butterflies and the leaves. A sound thunders through my soul, singsong sounds of a singsong bird. I find myself twisting in the wake of the wondrous noise, and in the silence thereafter I find peace.
This is nothing compared to what I feel when I think of you, my dear sweet Bella.

I like to write and fight. I have long red hair and i severely dislike people telling me to cut it. I luuuuuurve music and i like to listen to most music. Rap is the first radio transmitted disease, excercise caution.



A Haiku for my Beloved Bella.

Vampire in the night
Safely taken from the fight
your Edward is here.

My Bella is my everything, and she knows who she is. My queen, my goddess, my morning and evening star, alpha and omega, beginning and end. I worship the ground that she walks on. I am her Edward. Protector; one true love. All is for her.


I'm a relatively open minded individual, and I really enjoy talking to people about their problems and issues and the things that they enjoy, no matter how explicit. (pictures are worth a thousand words)



You may ask me four questions.
Any four, no matter how private or how random. I have to answer them honestly, And I have to answer them ALL! In turn you post this message in your own journal, wikki, or profile and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you!




Books are a passion of mine and I love video games involving good storylines. Strategy is something at which I excel, although sometimes I'm not very good at talking to people in person.



hey buddy... answer these for me plz...
::::Fill this out and send it to me just for funn!::::

1.Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?

14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Did you message me just because of how i look?
16. If i had something stuck in my teeth would you tell me?
17. Do you cyber?
18. Do you smoke?
19. Could you keep a secret?
20. What's your fav color?
21. Would You ever date me?
22. would you ever fuck me? If you're a guy, don't answer this. Please?
23. Do you think im hott?
24. Are you going to put this on your house and see what I say about you?



I am a graphics design engineer....or for the lay person I like to mess with pictures using Adobe Photoshop CS. I work for a small non-profit organization called HTRN and for a favor I have been known to make lame pictures awesome. I just love to be creative.

I can recount the histories of at least 7 long gone civilizations, and maybe 2 of them actually existed. The other 5....I just love good storylines.

Pretty much everyday I fantasize about being sent into a fantasy realm where I get to fight evil stuff with a big sword, or axe, or quarterstaff, or my bare hands, or just talk to people and impress them with my knowledge of things. Learning how to become a ninja is another dream of mine that will probably never happen, but it kind of goes in hand with having that 1967 chevy camaro ss350 painted jet black with a red interior. *SIGH* oh well. :)

Wanna get bit?
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A Man

I am a man
sizzling in a pan
I don't know how I got here
and I'll escape if I can.

My feet are going numb
so I sat on my bum
for sure it is seared
and I am so glum

To be eaten I'm sure
is so much of a bore
I'll make it perfectly clear
There is no cure.




Words

In the judging of others we find ourselves most distraught, for we learned not what they really wanted but only what we thought;
and what once is cast away can never be brought back,
our words may yet one day our own hearts attack.



The End.

Wolves running through the trees
misty morning hunt.
My heart beats alive again
but for now I'm just a runt.
My pack is running full with ease
to chase our quarry sent;
my soul soars for what has been
and now I see the end:
Paradise.



Her Voice

What happens when your eyes become a swirling vortex of colour and beauty,

when all your mind is consumed with the thought of hearing her again?

Life is kindled in emptiness.

From where comes your emotions when your heart is unblackened and free,

the droplets of sound echoing in your mind in a thunderous and quiet amen?

The sweet nectar of her voice.

Lying in that half consciousness so close to sleep and agonizing,

the sound so pure and wonderful lulling me closer to the edge of bliss.

Take me back again.

Yet afraid to lose myself to it lest I no longer hear the soft lullaby of her singing.

A death and rebirth all in one moment; part of me is gone and I love this,

but where is she?


Cry, Rain.

The rain falls to the ground,
A sound so profound;
Water on earth.
The tempo increases,
Shattering to pieces;
My view of this world.
I’ll do anything to stop it,
Why?
Because I can’t stand to see you cry.
So please, my dear,
Stop the tears,
And clear the skies of your eyes.



Rain Rain On My Face

Rain rain on my face, coming down at a pace;
Set by those who cried in time, lived by those that speak in rhyme.
Rain Rain pouring down, running by past my frown;
Trickling low off my chin, leaving streams upon my skin.
Where are they that lived before, who cried and showed me shore to shore;
Bringing life to my emotion, seeding down into an ocean
This river from my eye, the color of the clear blue sky;
Of rain a sea it creates, flowing water that ne’er abates.
 Rain Rain on my face, falling falling to disgrace;
Ever going down below, giving everyone the show;
That my tears will always know.
Rain Rain be merciful, for I need to be careful;
One of my greatest fears, is that someone will see my tears;
To see just me, and not as I was meant to be.
Here am I living now, rhyme rhyme and take a bow;
Making life seem so strange, then my tears they cause a change;
This mighty river speaks alone; my fear will not let it be shown.
What change alone can I make, when all I do seems a mistake;
I see my life is passing by, I feel I must tell you why;
The rain comes pouring from the sky.
And now before I go I say, the changes that I made today;
Brought you to a frame of mind, then did they cause you to shine.
Rain Rain in the sky, looking up I see you fly;
Seeing me; you do know why, the tears come falling from my eyes.




Labyrinth Hall

I wander the labyrinth.
it has no twists or turns
a straight path is before me.
Traversing this way seems easy,
but I've bumped the wall; it burns.
From that wall I've sailed away
only to hit the other; it soothes,
pain and pleasure I am clay.
Bouncing off walls leaving grooves,
deep gashes in my shoulders strong;
but I will not last for long.
I know the dangerous side is the left
where I am soothed and happy.
For my right is in pain, but it is honest.
Behold! Both sides look the same!
But my left is bruised the best,
the lies have warped my mind,
and realization of the truth is pain,
so I turn away from the left wall.
But does not the right hurt as well?
What is this masochismic reign
bouncing around the hall?
I brace for the pain thats coming
and slam into the wallpaper;
but it hurts no more.
I am relieved and rocket away
only to be seared again.
My shoulder vomits fire
and my arm falls away in flame.
In anger I swing my fist in ire
to smash this right wall
which lied to me when I came.
It smashes, it shatters, it falls.
and I see behind it a girl.
She is clothed in a red dress.
and tears cascade down her face;
jet black hair shines in these streams.
In horror I turn away without grace
and smash the other wall,
it crumples, it breaks, it descends.
and I see behind it a girl.
In black she glares at me
her eyes aflame beckon,
and fiery red hair calls.
But again I turn; but now in fear;
and I stop.
Dead center in the middle
moving nowhere and looking
from right to left.
Such a fool I am to not see
these fake walls I have built
these barriers I have broken
and this choice I have neglected.
On the one side is beauty,
and on the other beauty.
One cries for me and yet
the other demands me.
How could such a choice be so hard?
This labyrinth is deadly
I know this now;
not because I am forced to choose,
rather it is that I am back;
doomed to traverse this easy path:
a straight path before me.
It has no twists or turns,
I wander the labyrinth.



An Ellipse of Lips

Your lips make an ellipse that eclipses the moon and make the stars sing out in a wondrous croon and the mix is so powerful that I cannot but swoon to the elegant decadence of your sweet tune.



Weary Widow (The Sordid Limerick)

There once was a warrior that died.
His wife was so sad that she cried.
Death tried to revisit,
she fought and resisted,
but her life from her fingers it pried.



The Uncertain


Fear, I am afraid.
She smiles at me with warmth.
Unknowing of my feelings, she laughs with gaiety.
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Love, she is my life.
I would go to the farthest ends of the earth,
Cherish, care, and dote on her.
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Anger, what is my problem?
Where does my tongue go,
When she approaches and when she speaks?
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Loathing to hear her say it.
The rejection would be too much,
I would rather die a thousand deaths.
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Hate, how dare he?
I am the one that loves her,
Yet I do nothing to stop him.
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Shock, he's a fake!
Seduction, then abuse.
I must do something!
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Dear God, help me find myself, and save this poor girl.

Nervousness, what will she say?
I'm going to tell her,
Rejection or not, there is no other way.
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Bravery, her smile is incredible.
I cannot let such an angel fall,
To be tormented by such an imp.
I cannot tell her, all I can do is watch.

Reason, it's gone.
I've told her, it's over.
Her eyes show uncertainty.
I shouldn't have told, I should've just watched.

Recognition, she sees the signs.
A grateful hug, warm and heartfelt,
Dashes this doubt inside me.
I did tell her, I didn't just watch.

Fear, I am afraid.
Anger, how dare he?
But she is smarter than that,
His first hit, and then the click of the revolver.
The policeman walks out, calm and cool.
This jerk will torment no longer,
And I will see her at school.



I don't know.

Its a confession, I'm sorry I can't say to you what I really want to and if I could really talk to you I would. The problem is that I'm afraid, I love you more than you could ever imagine and you're so incredibly perfect, but I can't handle the possibility of rejection. I guess what that really means is you deserve better than me, even though I would fight a thousand demons and die a thousand deaths just to feel your breath on my cheek, to hear your voice whispering in my ear. I've tried to tell you, but you're so driven and ready to go. What's going to happen now is I'm going to walk away and regret for the rest of my life not that I never got the chance, but that I was too gutless to take it; and the only reassurance that I get is that you can get someone worth having, because it must not be me. I'm sorry, and I wish you the best of life, but for now I'm just going to crawl into a hole and drink myself into oblivion.