Honestly for the past week, I wished that people would understand to be aware that their life's problems and misery isn't the worse in the world. You, me or anyone else all have set backs in our lives. But that isn't an excuse to give you the entitlement to make you the center of the universe and how its out to get only you. You are no better or worse than most people out there. If you think you have it worse then take a honest look around you and especially in other parts of th
Find the time
To sit and wait
A heart a racing
Since time began
You fill that space
In the sky
And summer breeze
Take us back
To a night at ease
Time to fly
Far off horizon
A new beginning
You and I
Just something I written a few years back that never seen the light of day. Thought I share it even though its not very good.
If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show the you I've come to know.
If a face could launch a thousand ships,
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you,
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me.
If a man could be two places at one time,
I'd be with you.
Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly
I sleep when my body can no longer take the toll of the day, it's heat, it's demands, and it's ever present bullshit. I run when I can no longer hide from the torment of the man and his tasks that he sets out on my plate for me to consume, every bite, spoonful after spoonful, until my fingers start to bleed from gripping so tight and my jaws ache with anguish and I have no other choice, but to run. I explode when I can no longer keep house the frustrations that brew inside
Sexy to me isn't about looks. It's more about attitude. The way he carries himself. The way he walks and talks. Definitely the way he emits his masculinity. Little habits he does, like a flick to his nose, the way he unconsciously runs his hands through his hair, the way his eyes glint with happiness or mischievousness, the way his laughs or cracks a joke, the way he can roll with the punches, they way he creates a sense of security, they way he holds you in his arms, the way he sleeps peaceful
So a very close friend of mine came into town for a visit. I haven't seen her in over a year. We were catching up over dinner. With wine in my hand and she sober (being the responsible driver) we came on the topic of one of her friends who came out to her. When I came out to her a few years ago, I remember it not being such a big deal. We were still friends. She didn't bat an eye. As far as I could tell, nothing has changed but we never really talked about it after that. So wh
Just going through some of my writings as of lately. Do you guys ever get the feeling when you write, words just seems to flow right out of you in a series of unlimited coherency. It's like I'm possessed by some unknown being who use me as a medium to get their thoughts out. In the past, when I get stuck, I just write out all the words that just form into my mind until I can get my flow. I guess this is how that came to be. But looking back at some of the chapters to ASH, I fi
...I would, rest our cheeks together,
so I could hear every word that escapes your mouth and kisses could act as punctuation.
And I would pray and wait for periods and exclamation points:
Tracing your outline in my sheets,
Painting your face on my pillow,
Faking going to sleep,
So I can fake waking up to you.