I dont make the first move, when I have in the past I have always been rejected, so I wait until the woman makes her intentions know, and if she doesn't make the move, then I suppose we'll never know. You can only a kick a dog so many times before he bites you or runs away, I run, fewer cops.

fool

Crazy he calls me Billie Holiday

cucumber melon hand lotion
My daughters shampoo,
my 3 week old nephew,
african violets.

There is no right answer, your mind will talk you out of it, your heart will talk you into it, either way, in the end, you will learn to hate one or the other..

The gentlemen are usually dating the *****es who think of them as a paycheck with legs.... NO I AM NOT BITTER.... much.

Yeah, that sounds right for me.

I like the new ones, "last call jalapeno poppers" gooooooooooooood

Thak you both, you are too kind.

Thank you

As I sit here,
Alone in my room,

My mind,
A million miles away,

A hundred thoughts,
Fight for center stage,

My eyes lose focus,
Staring at nothing,

One thought,
Moves to the front,

Before my unfocused eyes,
A vision slowly takes shape,

Colors shift and swirl,
Slowly forming into your face,

I feel the smile on my lips,
Uncontrolled and free,

All other thoughts fade,
Like whispers on the wind,

My mind has found its way,
As always back to you,

A smile of your face,
The glint in your eyes,

Utterly consumes me,
Freezing me in your gaze,

The rush of warmth I feel,
At just the thought of you,

Startles me a touch,
Shakes my reality to bits,

The pain I've been thru,
Shed slowly over time,

Surfaces momentairly,
Then drifts back into memory,

The phone rings,
Shaking me out of my dream,

I hear the sound of your voice,
And the warmth I felt now burns,

My skin feels electric,
You're presence feels my soul,

Your tones and inflections,
Vibrate across my mind,

Thoughts of you take hold,
Gripping me in joy,

Our time together short,
Fresh and new,

It gives me pause,
Are the feelings real,

Is the rush,
That overwhelms me,

As true as it feels,
Will it fade in time,

I cannot answer that,
Only time can tell,

I pray to god it lasts,
It has been so long,

So long since I have felt this,
Since I have known this glow,

Do you feel it too,
Am I the only one,

I long to hold your hand,
To brush my fingers on your cheek,

Can I take your facem
In my hands and pull you close,

Let me feel the power,
Of that first glorious kiss,

Our lips gently brush,
The pressure increases slowly,

With the pounding of my heart,
The blood pulsing in my ears,

For that instant in time,
My universe is just you,

All sensation washed away,
Only your lips remain,

As the kiss comes to it's end,
It is like dying,

I hear the wail of my soul,
Longing to return to you,

To throw myself back,
Into the passion of your embrace,

My hands reluctantly give way,
Sliding mournfully from your face,

I stare into your eyes,
Trying to pierce your soul,

I cannot deny my heart,
Nor hide my glowing smile,

I am laid bare before you,
Yours to command,

Is this all in my mind,
The imaginings of a fool,

This kiss has never happened,
I crave to make it real,

Am I misguided,
Feeling what is not there,

Have I let myself go to soon,
Given in to my own destruction,

Do you feel any of this,
Or am I so very wrong,

You fill my fragile mind,
Filling every space,

Popping like a child,
The pearlescent bubbles of my thought,

I see your face each day,
You always make me smile,

When I hear your voice I come alive,
And die each time we part,

Am I such a fool,
To feel so much so fast,

Several times in my life,
I have played an unwelcome part,

The dancing clown,
A momentary distraction,

Something to occupy some time,
Until someone better comes along,

I dont believe this true,
You are not like them,

I will be your roaring flame,
If you will be my spark......

texting

Love Vegas.... yeah, not so much. 30 years is long enough, "JANE! GET ME OFF THIS CRAZY THING" sorry, tourettes, the heat will do that to ya....

Michael Jordan

I saw the movie, I enjoyed the movie, I appreciated the little twist they gave it so as not to screw it all up like the 3 new star wars movies. I am Deep Space Nine guy myself.

The movie John Q always makes me cry, a father's love is often under valued because we aren't the huggy kissy mushy ones. We are the ones who will blow our heads off to save our kids.

you are being kind Meg, love your name by the way my daughters name is Megan. Somehow in the middle my train was derailed and in the crash I bumped my head and started rhyming, generally i dont write rhyming poetry. But I thank you anyway :)

Why did I come here,
I think I was bored,
Thought it could be fun,
Maybe a little lonely,

Needed someone to talk to,
Over the age of six,
You were unexpected,
What do I do now,

Why do you talk to me,
Are you sure you meant me,
Not the guy in the picture,
Above me, or below me,

My first thought was wow,
And she is talking to me,
No way, this isn't happening,
Cool,

Nervous as hell,
I really dont know why,
We talked, and laughed,
Played a game or two,

Shooting pool,
Scribbling silly pictures,
Listening to music,
Camming with my kids,

You are a pretty face,
But so much more,
The mind behind the eyes,
Is more than I ever dreamed,

I smile at your picture,
When telling my friends,
The incredible person,
I met the other day,

Your voice gives me chills,
Your laugh gives me thrills,
Your smile lights my days,
In so many ways,

I look for you in the mornings,
I look for you at night,
I am somewhat dissapointed,
When you're out of sight,

You make me laugh,
You make me think,
You gave me a nickname,
That implies I stink,

When did this poem,
Begin to rhyme,
I don't do that,
Well not all the time,

Usually somber,
Sometimes morose,
My poetry appeals,
To teenage Emo's,

You have me confused,
A little bit mixed up,
I think I really like it,
You make me wake up,

I tell you my secrets,
And embarassing tales,
You never mock me,
Or take the wind from my sails,

You make me believe,
In myself most of all,
You are my friend,
On you I can call,

I show you my babies,
The new ones and old,
When froggie was born,
You're the first one I told,

I've gone on too long,
The rhymings too much,
I usually dont do it,
Rambling and such,

I wish we were closer,
But we are as close as we can be,
Until I can change that,
I'll be crushing Bambi....

Well little man,
We meet at last,
I have been waiting a while,
Now it's time to play,

You are so small,
So soft and pink,
Tiny little hands and feet,
Itty bitty fingers and toes,

Big chubby cheeks,
Dinky little nose,
Dark hair,
Shiney new eyes,

I am not your dad,
But I was there for you,
I was the voice,
Telling you silly things,

I am the hand,
Rubbing your head,
I am the uncle,
And I love you,

My kids are bigger,
You'll meet them soon,
When you come,
You can sleep in my room,

We're gonna be pals,
The games we will play,
I am know I am old,
But I can still be fun,

I cant wait to hold you,
Smell the baby smell,
Rub the fuzzy head,
Kiss the pudgy cheeks,

You are not my son,
But you are my boy,
I am your uncle,
I will always love you.

Daniel Evan Dumont, 6lbs 3oz 18inches. the 15th of my neices and nephews, I hope they know I love them all.

I think so





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