aww i think this is cute

maybe not necessarily true all the time. but still cute? maybe its the colors, idk, haha.

are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that are'nt as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
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Last Romance first Entry

So we're supposed to post anything that reminds us of the ideals of romance? Very interesting. If I knew how I'd post Harry Chapin's "The Parade's Still Passing By". However, as I do not, I will instead post a poem.

Dance with Me in the Autumn Wind


I stand aloof watching the crowd.

Looking down,

It’s like I see myself drown.


Watching them fall

Watching them squirm

I just can’t seem to earn

The respect of mind necessary

To hide in one place

It seems like I shall be forced to simply win the race.


When every equation is added

And the solution finally totaled,

The only thing relevant in this world

Is the love we leave behind.


Snakes, like malls come

Marching down the halls

I touch them and let them go

No watch the flowers of kindness grow.


Co-creator of this reality

Content in that state of mind

Sitting here watching the docks

I feel as if I’ve cant out a line


To my heart

Like any other moving part

The fishes gather playfully

To entertain my whims


Not all have come

because I called them.


It’s got me funny

Standing there in a strange kind of way.

Watching patiently as the water

of a day slips through my hands to land in cosmic sands.


I swore I would give up fighting

My swords have been re-forged

But my body had to change too.

I was no longer a tool.


But there’s one piece left.

The one that still rules.

Some part of my mind can’t stop struggling

For control of it’s own fate.


Some part of my own mind

Has yet to emulate

The bodily knowledge of a cell,

One of the people in the pit fell.


She and I dance in the autumn wind

And initially it’s joy beyond the rim.

Then I start to over-think

And soon set in the brother’s grim.


But that is the way of opposition

Of a life that clings and stings

To rings and such temporary things,

More fleeting and transitory than the hallowed silence of a loved one’s whisper.


So dance with me in the autumn Wind

Yes dance with me

But never seek to know what I

Lanced in me.


When I couldn’t see a way

Out of the five senses,

I snapped and found

Energy instead.


Not only would a rain-

Drenched rose not smell

As sweet by any other

Name. It would not exist without us to give it fame.


I feels good to create

Again. With the sun in my face.

Not to procreate or make love,

But to simply put the musings of

My mind down on paper


Instills a knowledge and a

Sense of peace that

Has not graced the floor

Of my door, my wars, in many a year.


Such tranquility is instilled

With the coming of peace.

Dance in the Autumn wind

For all those of us that share life are kin.


Sorry if it's too long. But this is one of the last poems I wrote for one of my ex-girlfriends before we broke up. So in a sense I guess you could say this is one of the "Last Romances" in an old relationship. Anyway, I will post more junk later.

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