Here's my poem for Thursday Poetry Day:
I bought you some flowers to show my affection
and read you Shakespeare to prove my good intentions
The drops of wax from the candles that I'm burning
do not melt as quickly as my heart
The Red Wine on your lips that intoxicates my soul
Has convinced me that we are two halves of one whole
I've set you on pillows of satin to rest
With hopes that the dreams of tonight will caress you
The connection of our bodies underneath the crimson lights
and the words I've whispered into your ear on this night
Will stay with me always, until my dying day
On one final note, I know I'm no poet. No Jelaluddin Rumi
No Hafez, No Sufi
Finding the right words to convey has left me blank.
I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with
"Sorry about the Rufies"
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Edited to add:
I am SO FUCKING SICK OF TRAVELING. I'm leaving tomorrow morning @ 4 fucking AM to fly to TN to see my family for x-mas. I loathe that place, so I'm only going to be there about 36 hours before my flight back. Which means that of that 36 hours, I'll be spending approximately 12-15 of it TRAVELING! All for fucking dumb x-mas. I should call my mom and be like "Hey mom, guess what.. I don't even believe in the Christian idea of God, so can we just plan to meet up later, cause this whole Jesus thing is making me ill, and doing nothing but chewing up my wallet." This weekend will mark the 3rd consecutive weekend I've spent in Airports. LA, Seattle, TN. I'll be back on the 26th, so I hope all your little hearts will go on without another brilliant update from me. If you know me.. call me on my cellphone, cause more than likely I'll be trying to find things to do besides claw my own eyes out.
"It was fear that first brought gods to the earth."
I bought you some flowers to show my affection
and read you Shakespeare to prove my good intentions
The drops of wax from the candles that I'm burning
do not melt as quickly as my heart
The Red Wine on your lips that intoxicates my soul
Has convinced me that we are two halves of one whole
I've set you on pillows of satin to rest
With hopes that the dreams of tonight will caress you
The connection of our bodies underneath the crimson lights
and the words I've whispered into your ear on this night
Will stay with me always, until my dying day
On one final note, I know I'm no poet. No Jelaluddin Rumi
No Hafez, No Sufi
Finding the right words to convey has left me blank.
I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with
"Sorry about the Rufies"
________________________________
Edited to add:
I am SO FUCKING SICK OF TRAVELING. I'm leaving tomorrow morning @ 4 fucking AM to fly to TN to see my family for x-mas. I loathe that place, so I'm only going to be there about 36 hours before my flight back. Which means that of that 36 hours, I'll be spending approximately 12-15 of it TRAVELING! All for fucking dumb x-mas. I should call my mom and be like "Hey mom, guess what.. I don't even believe in the Christian idea of God, so can we just plan to meet up later, cause this whole Jesus thing is making me ill, and doing nothing but chewing up my wallet." This weekend will mark the 3rd consecutive weekend I've spent in Airports. LA, Seattle, TN. I'll be back on the 26th, so I hope all your little hearts will go on without another brilliant update from me. If you know me.. call me on my cellphone, cause more than likely I'll be trying to find things to do besides claw my own eyes out.
"It was fear that first brought gods to the earth."
VIEW 24 of 24 COMMENTS
luminaire:
Next time I come to Portland.
sicily:
you weren't born in '77, so how do you suppose you are a "magnetic serpent" fucking hippie! 