Well I’m going home for break. The odds of me updating during that time are pretty slim so take care everyone. If you get bored, read back into my site here. Maybe you’ll find something about me you didn’t know. Happy holidays.

You tried you foul fiend.

We tried harder.

Ready for Round Two biatch? Who you got in your corner?

I scream.

Today was a rough day. That’s all I can say. Rough.

You ever felt this ” . ” small?

So she wanted to watch a movie with me tonight at around 8:30. Arrived prompt and punctual and knocked. And knocked. At 8:45 I tested her door and found it unlocked. Cautiously and with much fear I opened the door and poked my head inside. “Hello?” I said softly into the dimly lit room. There was no answer save for the peaceful silence that permeates the atmosphere of a place blessed with beauty at rest. There, upon her couch, she lay, completely at peace and fast asleep with the barest trace of a smile upon her lips. I quietly closed the door and went to visit a friend, my eyes moist and heart aching. Oh, what exquisite pain.

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Hush, for now beauty rests

Her body rising and falling

Waxing and waning

With the tide of

Each content sigh

Whispering past

Barely parted lips

An almost imperceptible

Smile shining dimly

Upon her countenance.

What a peaceful creature lies

Before my sight!

I will depart

Quietly for fear of

Waking her.

For to do so

Would be as

Breaking the very night.

Rest and dream sweetly,

For I wish

To see the sun

Rise twice in my sky.

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“The Seed”

I huddle within myself

A seed shivering in the cold, hard soil

Awaiting the day when the snow’s retreat

And the sun beckons me to grow.

It has been a long winter

Full of hope, full of waiting

Waiting to see what light looks like

Hoping to catch a glimpse of its rumored beauty.

How I ache within my shell,

Wishing I could feel more than

Cold upon my face

Wishing I could be held by more than

My own hands

Wishing I could taste more than

The salt of my tears

Hear more than

My cry

Smell more than

My decay

See more than

My own face in the mirror.

Love, take this quivering seed.

Plant it within your evergreen lands,

The eternal spring.

Watch me blossom

In your benevolent hands.

This just in:

So…. I’m sitting in my room all by myself all day. Rather bored, rather alone. Just a few minutes ago I hear a sweet voice echoing down the hall and into my room. I knew right away who it was. I stick my head out and here comes Mystery Girl, skipping towards me smiling and singing. So she takes my hand and we dance in the hallway and chat for a moment before she has to be on her way.

Is the fact I am retaining her anonymity frustrating anyone yet? Sorry if it is, but I’d rather not tell too many people her name before anything even happens romantically between us. I don’t want to count my chickens before they hatch but hey, what’s wrong with estimating?

Mystery Girl, it so happens, bears a remarkable resemblance to an actress named Sienna Guillory. Here are a couple pics of her in the USA TV version of Helen of Troy. It is very good, so try and see it some time.

Mystery Girl is not quite as thin, has slightly shorter hair, is shorter in height and is always smiling. All of these differences, however, are completely meaningless to me. Mystery Girl is beautiful and there is nothing anyone can do about it. So tough.

Here’s what Mystery Girl looks like through a poet’s eyes. (That’d be me.)

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“Classical Ode to the Lady of 10^th Floor”

Sing, oh sing Helios and

Warm thy father’s lands

And let all the world in

Thy light rejoice, painted

By thy sister Aphrodite’s

Hand.

Lo, what precious drop hath

Fallen from her brush?

Peer closer still and gaze

Upon true resplendence,

Dancing o’er the green grass

And singing with a voice

Envied by man and muse.

Closer, closer peer thee and

Thy eternal eye shall see a

Face not beheld since Helen of Troy

Graced the golden walls of that fated city.

Abashed shall thee be when in

Her smile thou dost see

Thy own face.

Oh Helios, fear not for thy

Own vanity; forever shall thy

Brilliance fill the skies.

And when thy fiery chariot o’er

Horizon doth depart,

‘tis then thy throne usurpéd be by

The beauty of her eyes.

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(I saw this mystery girl through a window today. So I wrote a poem about how I felt.)

I saw you through the glass today.

At first, dismissed as a trick of light

At second, a ray of hope.

Is that beauty on the other side?

Behold, tired eyes, the sun is not

The only light in the sky.

See her, the Beast’s enchanted rose

Behind a pane of glass I spy.

Now I am that fated creature

Peering awestruck at the blossom within

Watching without being seen

Solitary in my chagrin.

Oh God or gods, fates or spirits

Hear the cry of this lone heart!

Allow this soul the touch of love

Before this world I do depart.

So I’ve hit that part of being single again where all you want is someone to hold… feeling pretty lonely right now. All I want is a cheek to put my hand on and a pair of eyes to stare into and say, “You are so beautiful.”

Seems like a simple wish, doesn’t it.

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Oh Voice!

How beautiful is thy call!

A wind born upon the

Wings of angels,

Their lofty flight

Bringing joy to my

Ears and

Peace to my heart.

Oh holy zephyr,

Cease not thy

Sweet strains

Lest the silence fill the

Void within

My flesh as darkness

Between the stars.

Oh Voice!

Oh cry, oh chord

Oh angelic breath!

No instrument of man

Nor beast can close

Match thy perfection.

What more perfect

Prayer can be said

Than a song sent

Forth to

Heaven?

Keep not thy breath

Caged within the

Bones of thy

Earthly cell

But loose thy

Stirring soul

To soar

Past thy

Parted lips

To bless all

With ears

To hear

Thy glorious

Flight!