Reply Fri 20 Feb, 2009 12:17 am
still lookin for the interpret of love
indicate problem that cant be solve
oh god this is tough

vertigo when we in class
comment on her maybe best
its a test to break da brickwall
god she keep drawin cant talk at all
stop bugin cuz it veks her
now i need vigor to win her
need advice to ask her
my vested interest is her love for me

always give ambiguous msg to her
seems that she dont know
be candid asked her, "stop fool around"
god im 6ft undaground
sittin here and chew the cud
can i chase that rainbow?
Reply Fri 20 Feb, 2009 10:41 pm
You know, by now, that I can't keep my opinions to myself Rolling Eyes .

mngunim, I've been put in charge of the bleeding obvious this week. tell her.

ChineseKidTrG, less power games, more communication JMHO Smile
Reply Fri 20 Feb, 2009 10:53 pm

If I could have that thing that I most want
If I could get that email, take that call,
Or hear that knock, that signal of my bliss,
Then I could mobilise to give my all.

But here I am in numbing, grey, dead limbo
All brio gone, my life a waiting game.
My holding pen the place I once had freedom.
From day to day my days all look the same.

Though I could wait forever, if I had to.
It's not as if I had some other plan.
If I could know that that was what you wanted
And that you'd not become some other's man.

But if, perchance, my love should come to find me
That would begin the part I really fear.
I have my doubts that I could make you happy,
Terrified we wouldn't last a year.

What if you turn out to be that bogan?
What if you want a fluffy, pretty thing?
What if you only live as my invention?
What if I find my mind's just wandering?

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want you,
I want the peace and clarity of love
And fantasise harmonious alliance.
Some world in which your hand might fit my glove.
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Reply Sun 22 Feb, 2009 09:04 pm
you complete me
missin another part of me
dysentery when youre next to me
jotin this down as an elegy

im da layman in this game
when u treat evry1 da same
how do i know if ur interested in my game

prepare myself with meticulous attention
simple questions came from my mouth
any feelin when im around
the dim view on ur face
imma go u dont need to say
i digged my own grave

a dilapidated house
its brokendown
days work down the drain
im insane but gotta keep the faith up
she throw the dirt in my eyes
it suck
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Reply Sun 22 Feb, 2009 09:12 pm
lol i only have dat girl in 1 class @[email protected]
cant talk much cuz we need to pay attention...ya know college is hard!
besides shes a nerdy type, have nothing to talk! only when it comes to school hahaha any suggestion though?
Reply Sun 22 Feb, 2009 10:53 pm
Suggestions from strangers miles away may not be helpful, but give her time to get to know you. You seem intense, from what you write. You seem to know what you want, she might not know her own feelings.

"guess only choice is be like slug
sidle our love till it explode"

This sounds about right to me.
Reply Sat 14 Mar, 2009 06:55 am
In love, as in sex, it's trust.
To place your wellbeing in foreign hands,

To open to potential thrust
And mutely, softly, swear your faith.
Permit the knife beneath the crust.
Invest your capital without

And focus solely on that love.
To nurture that good, kindly soul
And concentrate all you can be
On giving all you'll ever hold.
It's ludicrous.

But that's the only way to fly,
The only way to soar the heights.
“Cos hesitancy poisons care
And self interest can only blight
Reply Sat 28 Mar, 2009 07:30 pm
I used to be strong.
I bet you've had enough supporting,
Chasing weeps, caring,
But here I am, caved.
For my first time in life, that is what I need.
Need, and have never known how to accept.
Ache lacks the love I know I cannot have.
My beautiful man is not mine.

Love clings grimly, but grit's just bit the dust.
All sorts of integrity look good
In the catalogue, but sadly out of stock.
Tomorrow I will grow a spine again,
Tonight I am a tired, unloved jelly.
Reply Sat 9 May, 2009 11:18 pm
I can't get The Unchained Melody out of my head,
I love you so much.
I want your body, but more,
I just crave your touch.

To know that you are mine.
To simply pat your cheek as if by right
To lie with you, companionship or lust,
To make it plain, my love, you shed my light.

So, hold me now, and never let me go.
So gently that a touch could break us free
But never let that touch eventuate
So I can live my life beneath your tree.
Reply Wed 13 May, 2009 12:11 pm
lost love (I don't mean to kill the mood)

those days are all faded now
looking back I can still see your never fading smile
trying to be strong, the pain you felt, tears you cried
more than a memory on this crusty heart of mine
my being dying each day, shouting I’m fine
I am still awake though it’s way past nine
I was always strong, was always your support
what use is the anchor without the vine
for with no flowers and grapes can never be wine
thought our long chats were meant forever
just a blink, I was by myself

I try to keep every memory of you as clear as ever
with everyday I drift afar
with every week I grow apart
from our dreams aspirations, the light you never saw
you slipped too early, could have held on
could have tracted your paws
now it’s just me and the memories
with my eyes closed, I’m still chasing
what could have been ours, what we could have loved
how do I achieve twice in just one life
tell me I’m still to recover and live
tell me I’ll grow old, this will be like a dream
Reply Thu 14 May, 2009 07:00 am
(I don't mean to kill the mood)

Very Happy The mood is pretty flexible around here. Yours is as valid as anyone else's.
Reply Thu 14 May, 2009 08:28 am
<hugs Spike>

Reply Fri 15 May, 2009 02:52 am
Mr. Green G'day Izzie, and a big hug to you.

Somehow, it is a form of agony
To have someone understand
Parts of you
You have not seen, yourself.

To feel so laid out,
Exposed to view,
Lovingly or not.


The tears then flow
To consider
What could draw
That degree of perception
From my big, braw, bonny, butch boy.

He's singing me
And playing me
And I will be his song and baliset.
Reply Mon 18 May, 2009 10:25 pm
maybe, just maybe

maybe the light I saw in your eyes....was from the beautiful dawn..the ideal life I hoped long stare into the bright sun..turned your dark shadow into a comet..skipping its elliptic orbit..straight to my vulnerable heart...for I call myself a man..and loving a woman is my responsibility

maybe I misunderstood your body could I not..when I wanted not more than your best..swearing never to leave..sweating and ready to that moment..the feeling was strange..its just our first time, we thought..but despite circumstance..all felt well but the sin..was to live marks deep within..showing each time we met..we called them butterflies, you see..never knowing how our lives would change..the meaning of simplest words I said..for we were now in love..we had a reason to fight

maybe I allowed science and take over leaving me in fallacy..but was too blind to separate oceans from the seas

maybe it was just love at first site
Reply Thu 16 Jul, 2009 03:08 am
I met a young man the other day
So obviously in love
With his wife of fourteen years
And with his five year old daughter
That I could barely refrain from crying
From mixed awe and glee.

Never let anyone tell you
That men are incapable of that
Which is soft and true and fine.
But always remember,
Being an Aussie,
That he would have cheerfully murdered me in a dark alley
If I were to let the word out.
Reply Thu 16 Jul, 2009 03:11 am
I love you more than all the glory of the morning,
Twilight's glow, the joy of watching kittens at their play.
I want to cling and pat, to feed the love I hope is shyly dawning.
I turn to you to share, but find that there you are, away.
Reply Sun 16 Aug, 2009 11:51 pm
What is love?

A clarion call to what is true.

A chemical bond
To rival Supa-Glue.

A gentle prompt, from offstage,
To cherish, nourish, value another.

A summons to appear eternally
At the petty sessions of honesty and trust.

An introduction, beginner’s guide,
To the complexities of depression.
Reply Wed 26 Aug, 2009 06:42 pm
Playing Bridge, I see you as my partner.
Rewa must wonder why I look at her so.
Serving soup, I feel impelled to serve an extra bowl
To warm and nourish my imaginary friend.

A piece of my needy mind cradles you softly,
Holds you at my side every hour of the day.
Once it was comfort to feel you beside me.
It feels like a lie to imagine you now.
Reply Thu 27 Aug, 2009 09:09 pm
Confusion seems to be my medium.
Wanting to buoy my love,
Feeling like the Undertoad.
That I can believe.
Reply Tue 8 Sep, 2009 06:41 pm
He said "Forgive me, my love."
And my heart whuffled
And thrust its nose into his palm
Searching for sugar and comfort.

He let me know he understood my pain.
In doing so he freed me
To let go
And spread myself as shelter
For my love, from all those months of rain.

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