two poems.

spirit of an independent, non-submissive, cynical, yet hopeful me
24 november 2007

oh un-reciprocated crushes
. . .
your smile is so gentle and kind
your eyes are soft and quiet
your voice is warm, like the song of the wind at the end of spring.
your words are always gracious and encouraging; yet your heart so conflicted.
your arms are strong,
and your skin like the smooth face of a rock on the perfect summer day,
the sun beating down
. . .
all this to say: thanks for all the warm feelings and silly daydreams


popcorn
28 october 2007

i am a fickle flirt. i've realised this about myself.
i find myself think fondly of a boy, person, whatever, ... and so in my mind i like them...
this goes on for a few weeks.
usually somewhere right around four; sometimes less, sometimes more. so, i like the boy, and then i get over it.
let's face it: i'm not a player, i just crush a lot.

i've decided it is so much easier to be in a committed relationship.
that way, when anything comes up that might be or become a crush, it's easily abated.
the feelings pass; you get over it.
this is not the case with the single individual.

lame.

see, when you're single there's this thing that society picks on and says, "Hey, you haven't 'found' anyone yet..."
while at the same time forcing you to look at every individual as a potential whatever...
this is stupid.
the best part is that when you begin looking at anyone as a potential anything, they then meet their 'potential' other.
oh yes; that's always grand. just wonderful.
i guess it's good because it helps you have a better understanding of where your desires should lie... but outside of that, it mainly just kind of sucks.
well... cést la vie right?
whatever.