Intertwined thoughts about intertwined limbs
^^^ daydream fantasy of making love “intertwined limbs” to a sexy coworker
Flash images like a manic slide show
^^^ reliving in memory, their secret tryst
Thoughts made present on the face
^^^ the thoughts put a sly grin on the face
A mask falls away, briefly
^^^ means the fake smile of retail is briefly traded for a genuine smile
Patriotic sarcastic circle jerking on the blogs today.
I’m not sure this projectile vomit has made any difference. I’d say everyone is pretty set in their beliefs
Beliefs that are only beliefs.
Why am I here anymore, I ask myself.
So, I met this friend who has the same curiosity as I. We both had the day off and he invited me on an investigative adventure.
I felt like a overprotected minor chumming with my friend and checking out an adult store.
CS has presented me with a man who can hold a conversation.
I don’t even remember who wrote who first.
He wrote that he thought he was dull
I told him I didn’t think so
First impressions second impressions
The language is not limited to the written word
Being Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d try to write something positive about love. I am formulating my thoughts.
I wrote “I love you” on my forehead and brushed my bangs away
While you were seated next to me in class
I gave you a parting hug after exchanging numbers under the lights of an empty evening parking lot
I suddenly liked my night course, coursing
After attending “the Fantastics” in college auditorium, we walked familiar lot
Boldly holding hands, waves of heat spreading
A much desired kiss was made
As our attraction and infatuation blossomed
I wrote “I love you” on my forehead
With life’s uncertainty one must be proactive. So, tomorrow I have a job interview with another furniture store. It is not known but the signs indicate a potential store closing, indicating a potential income loss for me.
I’ve already mourned the loss a few weeks ago. I had a feeling.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I plan on giving my associate a dvd of Thelma and Louise. God damn if we weren’t good together! Appreciate every day you’re not suicidal.
Once again, it is confirmed
Tears are useless
Unless you get a speck in your eye
The expelling of a salty water only
Streaks skin with makeup
On an already contorted face
If I am to cry, let me Mel Gibson
In Brave Heart
You know the scene
Today didn’t pan out. I have the wrong type of major depressive disorder. Haha not!
So, I’m on the list for a study with my type
A restless heart rarely sleeps as sharks don’t sleep at all
A lonely heart often weeps even if no tears fall, burning cheeks
Having a voice with no ears to listen, a most lonely place to be
A shelter harboring souls like myself, most comforting
The spiral tower ejected confetti on the hour
She clutched her coat tighter
To insulate Bare skin, shivering
From nervous thoughts, fighting
With urgest thoughts, guilty
For feeling a space inside, empty
Drawing her to the spiral tower, lustily
For LJ
On cream cheese and Camel dreams
My bagel toasts under desert sun
I take my coffee black, usually
He places a date in my hand and I marvel at its perfection.
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