Login
Forgot Password?

OR

Login with Google Login with Twitter Login with Facebook
  • Join
  • Profiles
  • Groups
  • SuicideGirls
  • Photos
  • Videos
  • Shop
Vital Stats

newark

Exit 117

Member Since 2003

Followers 529 Following 582

  • Everything
  • Photos
  • Video
  • Blogs
  • Groups
  • From Others

Monday May 31, 2004

May 31, 2004
0
  • Facebook
  • Tweet
  • Email
Hope everyone had a great weekend, thanks for the comment and love. When to a wedding Sunday night. First one since Ive been single (a little over 6 months), Im over my ex (the cheating slut), but ran into several people, who asked how she was either they did not know it was over or, just wanted to know how she was doing. I have not spoken to her for about 5 months, so I have no idea. Also the band was the same as a different wedding we went to together last memorial day.

And this to the fact there all they couples there and I have not had sex in a half a year and I start thinking

God I missing having someone to kiss on the forehead goodnight, to fall asleep with hold hands, walking arm in arm or just to squeezing their hand and smiling at a boring event

Plus, I really, really miss sex, I love sex, no I really really love sex: giving, receiving, making love, and flat out fucking. And from what I recall, I was pretty damn good at, so says several exs


I have been on plenty of first date and several second, third and fourth dates. I been out with plenty of woman, I could date for 6 months or two years, but nobody, that I had a spark with and dont want to waste anyone time especially a woman in her mid to late thirtys



below is the draft of a poem ( most of you did not know former Marines write poetry) I have been working on for a while, that will be in my book of poetry coming out, in December called War Cries

For who

I fought for those to my left and those to my right
I fought, because I was young and dumb
I fought never with a thought I had a kryptonite
I fought to get back to for you

I fought for pride
I fought for honor
I fought for home
I fought for you

I dont think we have ever met
I hope we do
I fought each day
I fought in hopes; someday I would find some like you

Does a man with my sins deserve a woman like you
Should a woman as fabulous as you, have to deal with my baggage
Are we just a happenstance away from eternal bliss
Are you on the other side of the globe or could you be right under my nose

I know your out there
I think we may have met
What if I saw you and did not recognize you
I can not think about this great regret

Maybe

Your fathers my dentist
Your sister does my mothers nails
Your brother my butcher
Your sister answers my best clients phones

Your my nieces Pediatrician
Your my nephews pre-K teacher
Your daddy, is he my preacher
Your uncles my best friend sister-in-laws rabbi

You stitched my head and held my hand
You gave me a warning, instead of a ticket
You brought a warm towel on the long red eye home
You heard me at a lecture and said you were a fan

We flirted on the subway
We exchanged glances at the Tate
We shared a cab in the rain
We sat next to each other at Phantom of the Opera

We danced in Ibiza, on a hot summer night; I never got your name
We drank Hurricanes till breakfast in the Big Easy
We shot craps in Las Vegas and again in Grand Cayman Islands
We brushed hands in crowed elevator in Boston

We tossed a Frisbee in Freetown
We played hocesoc in Portland
We played Monopoly in Manila
We ran with the bulls in Spain

We held back our tears while looking at the statue of David
We talk all night, sitting on a fountain in Prague
We surfed in Jaco, then laid for hours in the sand
We drank champagne in Paris, on a windy Sunday night

We met at your wedding, why did he find you first?
We went greyhound on a 12 hours trip and talked about Urban Blight
We made love on the beach in Bali as the sun rose over paradises sky
We talked in line collecting our winnings at the Orangeville kennel club

We glowed together in a caf in North Norway
We drank sour wine in Cape Town on a soft Tuesday morn
We were pushed together tight on Space Mountain
We killed time in our way to Hong Kong, on a 16 hour flight

We planted trees in a Kibbutz
We dug a grave for an orphan in Kenya
We went to mass at Saint Patricks
We rode my Harley to Little Big Horne -I hope this was not my last stand

You sketched my picture in a cemetery, not far from Mount Edna
You let me carry your books home from school the second Thursday in May
Ive spanned the globe, hoping to find you
Will I find you in my own backyard, How Bizarre




Maybe
Perhaps
Possible
I thought

I saw you at a gallery opening in SoHo
I saw you at a George Forman fight in Atlantic City
I saw you in a window in Amsterdam
I saw you in the garden of a convent in Niece

I saw you on horse back outside the foothills of Haifa
I saw you alone a bench on the Thames
I saw you silent at the Vatican library
I saw you skating in Central Park

I saw you on a busy bus to Bombay
I saw you on safari on a sweltering day
I saw you in a Marc Baptiste Photograph
I saw you in Waterville on a fine spring afternoon


You read me Shakespeare on a long mid winters night
You read me Henry and June under the stars
You read me Voltaire by soft candlelight
You read me your thesis, it bored me to piece

You sold me my car
You adjusted my insurance claim
You served me cold porage, but I could not complain
You took my parking space at the mall

You have been a Knick City Dancer
You were once a rockette


You told you desired wealth and Fame
You sold me my ex-girl friends pearls on a cold December day
You dealt me a straight flush on a riverboat is Mississippi
You felt my arms

Your second cousin, half sister cuts my aunts dogs hair
Your papa makes my pizza or pasta, almost every Saturday Night
Your mom works with my dad
Your mother taught me in third grade


Your baby brother, died crying silent on the battlefield in my arms
Your mother slapped for leading him into such great harm
Your grandmother cursed me and cried in my chest
Your father forgave me, knowing, full well, I would trade places with his son in Hell

You moved to Jakarta
You moved to Crete
You moved to Alcainta
You moved to Ohio, when I five and you were four

You kissed me for courage
You kissed me because it felt so right
You kissed me and said be brave
You kissed me and said sleep tight

You kissed me and said Farwell
You kissed me and told me to go to Hell

You kissed good night and said me patient
You Kissed and almost lost your job, as I was under your care
You kissed for hours on a warm Mediterranean Night
You kissed me in your father pick up truck

You kissed me riding on a fire truck in a parade
You kissed me in the cold until our lips turned blue
You kissed me while our car warmed up
You kissed me as you cried, knowing this would be good-bye

You kissed me on your front porch after I walked you home
You kissed me in the dawns early light
You kissed me and looked like, a Doe trapped in the headlights
You Kissed and closed your eyes

You kissed me, and then asked me, if I wanted you to pose
You kissed me, and then you gave me a rose
You kissed me then you read great prose

You kissed me for your pleasure
You kissed me for sport
You kissed me while your boyfriend was in the next room
You kissed me and then said your husband wont be home till ten


You kissed me while we shared an ice cream cone
You kissed me and I could see your eyes had freight
You kissed me and you seemed conflicted
You kissed me, good morning, then asked me my name


I play poker with your dry cleaner
My cousins husband your plumber
His nephew pumps you gas
Our aunts best friends are one in the same

We lived at the same address, just four floors between us
We stayed in the same hotel room, six months apart
We ate off the same plate at our favorite dinner
We swam with the same dolphin

I looked and thought Ive found
Forty years of searching

Like a chameleon you change your color is it to keep me away

Like Beowulf my search for you is epic
Like the Iliad my journal is long
Like traveling to great crusades, my road to you has been long and dry
All that so I could begin my life ultimate quest finding you

Your Taller than most, but shorter than some,
Your Blond, but often Brunette, I have seen you a red head
Your older than me, but seem so young

I love you for your inner beauty
I love you for your style,
I love you for your elegance,
I love you for your pure grace

I love you when your wear soft frilly lace
I love you when you wear sweatpants with your pearls
I love you for being you
I love you for loving a man like me

Ive seen you wear a size two; Ive seen you wear a size fourteen
It changes each and every day
Your white, your yellow, your black, your brown, your red, your coco
I would never make your frown



The last time I saw you
Your eyes were blue and your hair was blond
I was sad when I realized it wasnt you
I keep on looking, knowing, I fought for you

You look like a Botticelli
You could have been a Varga Girl
You remind me of Ertes flapper
You are my Memphis Belle, you help guide me home

Your a work of art, in your own special way
You are you, each time I think Ive found

Like a ganaf in the Night,
You steal me heart each day
Leaving me wondering

Are you Marisa and Gabrielles mom?
I have always thought you were sparks sister
For a moment I wondered if you were tall Betty
Could you be sweet Sarah with the voice of an Angel?

Your eyes are delightful
Your smile brightens each room

I look for you each morning, in our half empty bed
Each day I work on building my empire
What most people dont realize,
Its not for me its for you

Ill love you forever
Happily ever after, we will live
Ill find you a promise
You know that I will

Each day I wonder when we I will Kiss the last woman of my life
I wonder where you are tonight
I fought for me
I fought for you

More Blogs

  • 07.23.05
    10

    Saturday Jul 23, 2005

    i'm back - been a crazy sumer have been to Vermont, New Hamshire,…
  • 05.26.05
    12

    Thursday May 26, 2005

    Fortune I awake In the middle Of the night With thoughts …
  • 05.14.05
    5

    Saturday May 14, 2005

    rough draft Vanda The rarest of all Natural beauties You g…
  • 04.19.05
    10

    Tuesday Apr 19, 2005

    book is finally out www.spdbooks.org
  • 03.31.05
    12

    Thursday Mar 31, 2005

    more dark drafts for third book M Rock, Paper, Scissors "…
  • 03.21.05
    3

    Tuesday Mar 22, 2005

    some more rough drafts - yes sniper poetry as its been called is back…
  • 03.16.05
    4

    Wednesday Mar 16, 2005

    and now some good old fashioned sniper poetry Fair Trade Yo…
  • 02.28.05
    10

    Monday Feb 28, 2005

    Vivian I love you and I'm sorry I hurt you
  • 02.21.05
    7

    Monday Feb 21, 2005

    First, thank you all for the birthday wishes ! Second, I got …
  • 02.03.05
    94

    Thursday Feb 03, 2005

    and now, of the longest post in some time The final draft of War…

We at SuicideGirls have been celebrating alternative pin-up girls for:

23
years
11
months
0
days
  • 5,509,826 fans
  • 41,393 fans
  • 10,327,617 followers
  • 4,600 SuicideGirls
  • 1,115,048 followers
  • 14,952,430 photos
  • 321,315 followers
  • 61,473,954 comments
  • Join
  • Profiles
  • Groups
  • Photos
  • Videos
  • Shop
  • Help
  • About
  • Press
  • LIVE

Legal/Tos | DMCA | Privacy Policy | 18 U.S.C. 2257 Record-Keeping Requirements Compliance Statement | Contact Us | Vendo Payment Support
©SuicideGirls 2001-2025

Press enter to search
Fast Hi-res

Click here to join & see it all...

Crop your photo