Wednesday, December 28, 2005
My Comp
Geez... doesn't anyone else get pissed about these darn anti virus companies making stupid viruses that advertise their product. I just got the mother load of them from one site while searching for some info, I mean WTF? Can't I guy do anything on the net these days without paying someone or having to format his comp after every visit to the WWW? I'm on my laptop now while I back up files, stupid kindergardrens and their lame viruses can't stop me from doing that safely...
Friday, December 23, 2005
A poem, because I can... don't ask me either...
A long lost love, whom will remain unnamed…
The pressures build and the top becomes coiled, as thoughts and feelings come at me my blood boils. I cap my last hole and hold on to something tight, the temptations come and I hear them call. You stand there so patiently waiting for something more, and I want to scream it out at you so that the entire world may hear. Scream about my love for you and the things I’d like to do to you so that not only will you know, but you’d feel. Feel what I say because it would be said with so much passion and meaning I’d be releasing my feelings so that they could be shared.
I’d release a love so strong you’d have to hold on yourself, listening to my words as they run on from love to a plea. Not pleading that you might love me in return or that you understand. Pleading for the strength to understand myself why I love like this and how I might come to terms with myself if you won’t have me. Pleading for the strength to move again if you walk away, leaving me there alone like I have been since you went away. Went and left me alone here in the dark, or maybe I left you in the light to move into the dark. Pleading once again that these questions have no more meaning and you stay instead of go away.
Tears roll down my eyes as I think these things I’d rather not be thinking of. These thoughts that bring only worry and doubt, that come and pray upon my fears like a hunter would his dear. Thoughts of love once lost, now remembered, and rejoiced to what calibration none can attribute, for they exist only to torment me fully well knowing that I have no power against their spells of time, or their tricks of the mind. Tears roll across my checks as I remember these things I once held, the people I once loved, and remember once again that I’m all alone. Remember again that they are all gone. I hate to remember these things that I never want to forget…
The pressures build and the top becomes coiled, as thoughts and feelings come at me my blood boils. I cap my last hole and hold on to something tight, the temptations come and I hear them call. You stand there so patiently waiting for something more, and I want to scream it out at you so that the entire world may hear. Scream about my love for you and the things I’d like to do to you so that not only will you know, but you’d feel. Feel what I say because it would be said with so much passion and meaning I’d be releasing my feelings so that they could be shared.
I’d release a love so strong you’d have to hold on yourself, listening to my words as they run on from love to a plea. Not pleading that you might love me in return or that you understand. Pleading for the strength to understand myself why I love like this and how I might come to terms with myself if you won’t have me. Pleading for the strength to move again if you walk away, leaving me there alone like I have been since you went away. Went and left me alone here in the dark, or maybe I left you in the light to move into the dark. Pleading once again that these questions have no more meaning and you stay instead of go away.
Tears roll down my eyes as I think these things I’d rather not be thinking of. These thoughts that bring only worry and doubt, that come and pray upon my fears like a hunter would his dear. Thoughts of love once lost, now remembered, and rejoiced to what calibration none can attribute, for they exist only to torment me fully well knowing that I have no power against their spells of time, or their tricks of the mind. Tears roll across my checks as I remember these things I once held, the people I once loved, and remember once again that I’m all alone. Remember again that they are all gone. I hate to remember these things that I never want to forget…
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