Possibly you'll think of me,
devise some simple fantasy...
or maybe I will always be
the one you fail to notice.
Regardless of the things I do,
the words I say are all too few
to earn the love I ask of you,
but that won't stop my trying.
Perhaps I've set my aims too high
to wait in hopes that you'll comply,
but on my dreams I'll yet rely
with faith in one more day.

Flash Photography

I comb the uniform shelves
for a mirror void of the cracks
of contemporary stylized judgment
said to make the image of one's self
believable
peeling the reflective tape
from the glass of the image maker
realizing there is no more
to glamour
than the lighting in a given room

Jordan.
I love you and your birthday. Happy day my friend. How does it feel to be old? One more year till you can buy drinks in England. Or just buddy up with Hob Nob Rob....


17 is awesome.

John Hancock

Kind, clever, caring, creative, and passionate as fire's red...
Above all things the world today could stand a bit more passion.
Thouroughly boundless like a fairy who suits her fickle fancies as she pleases...
Holding back my curiosity is a feat I find nearly impossible.
Even though I love to love, after a second glance you wouldn't know that I have never been kissed.
Really...why rush when I have books and music, poems and skirts, and plenty of boys to flirt with?
In truth-believe it or not-boys do make the best friends.
Noon time dates for chicken curry and rice, so spicy my eyes water,
Entertain persistent dreams I have with all those nameless boys...
Though I'm sure they remember me and my curls in a day when straighteners are household appliances.
Honestly.
Ordinary girls have rooms just like mine, but which of them has my books, pictures, letters, journals and keepsakes to fill them?
My name changes daily from person to place but some things surely will not...
Pink will always make me feel pretty.

Bedtime Stories

This arrangement of ours is temporary,
this moment fleeting at best.
In our cleverness we have crafted
sensations of mutual fondness.
This thread of reason is tearing the seams
but the look in your eye seems genuine,
I have always been fooled by deception.
Tonight we are fools for love.
These declarations are biting to hear.
The shallow words pierce through my heart.
Our mere expectations will not be sufficient
to fabricate something of depth.
These dreams are mechanically driven,
this dance merely renders illusion.
I was fooled by your cunning deception.
Tonight we are fools for love

It's fantastic how illusions rise:
our eyes create perfection,
confections of our sleeping dreams,
the schemes of our desires.
Innocently hopes unfold,
made bold by misconception,
perceptions of how things should be,
pleasantries conspired.
Higher than reality
we place these fabrications
of expectation, feeding hearts
this artful complication.

adkjdl

As I Recall

Have you seen the city
from the highest story
of the building standing there?
I climbed them once,
those cement steps
with bold inclines,
to reach the skyline
where the heavens meet the streets.
And in your eyes
the lights of the city
tell the secret story
of the boy standing there.
I knew you once,
your carefree steps
and bold inclinations,
when you loved the skyline
and found heaven in the streets.

The Highest Bidder

I want to hear you talk forever,
The clever things you say
inspire me to hold you close
if you wouldn't push away.

But you're bold and keep your distance,
Your resistance to my arms
just complicates my courage
and cripples all my charms.

I just can't divert my thoughts from you,
Construe a new emotion
to hide the fiction of my mind
or blind my heart's devotion.

Because your eyes are so resilient,
You're brilliant when you smile
like everything you see you love...
Just love me for a while.

a kiss left your mouth
and was given to mine
where it danced on my lips
and our hearts intertwined
leaving me breathless
and blind with elation
hungry for more
of your sweet invitation

Catch a Falling Star

Laying on my back at night
I've tried to count the stars
and pick apart that veil of light
to find what we made ours.

I'd take the silver moonbeams down
and tie them in my hair
so heaven's light would be the crown
of our glittering affair.

Upon my collar I would place
a strand of starry pearls
for every kiss upon my face
that made my dreams unfurl.

I'd pick a corner of the sky
and wrap it close around
so I'd always remember why
the love we have was found.

When the sky is stripped above
the blanket covering me
will beam the splendor of our love
for all eternity.

It's easier to love you when your words are naked and plain.
I don't trust imagination to manage affairs of the heart

But the River

I find my reflection in the water below
but the river is blind to my face.
It makes no attempt to study my skin
or the wrinkles that whisper my age.

I cast my legs in the water below
but the river does not sense my filth.
It makes no attempt to push me away
but gently washes the dirt from my feet.

I sing out my stories to the water below
but the river is quiet and calm.
It makes no attempt to silence my words
or hush me whenever I speak.

I drink from my palms of the water below
but the river does not keep a charge.
It makes no attempt to equal my debt
but flows freely and quenches my thirst.

I am home on the waves of the water below
but the river has no expectations.
It makes to attempt to structure my dreams
or cage me against my wishes.

skywalker135: i'll waste time on you anyday girl
katapillerscheme: ooh la la, now that's a friend

hehe, thanks Chris.