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 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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A love twinkle
Posted: 7/4/2009 3:06:23 PM
Once in a while I find myself walking its not a nice day out
My bus is late again
The arts district is not very busy today and as I pass this shop or that
I drink my coffee in distaste which offends the artists who seem to think I actually have an interest in their abstract oddities they dare call art
Its feigned interest as I'm distracted by my thoughts as cloudy as today
With feelings as cold
The cruel skies strip teasing the sun
It amuses me knowing I want to think of you and I
But no matter what we do something comes up
And I feel colder knowing how alone I am
the sun is you and I want you
Teased behind parental or circumstantial drama we may never get passed
Especially when your with all those guys you hate and we both know underappreciate you
The guys you have come to feel you are meant for
That cuts me deep and deeper yet every time you say it
You know I like you
Even though I'm so indirect
You want to ask why but we both know your smarter than that
You have said I'm not the bad guy
What stops us
Besides ourselves
I can not say I don't like you
And I'd be a liar calling you just a friend
Not that I mind if it came to it
But I do not want to give up on you
I care about you so much
The weather might not be very nice but there's always tommorow
Perhaps I'll ask you then
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Asking
Posted: 7/4/2009 2:57:07 PM
I hate the fact I can not talk to you
I want to but,
You intimidate me... In a good way.
I know what I want to say
I think about it
Its often all I think about.
But everytime it comes to ask you
My blood starts A'racing
And goes to my brain all my thoughts and feelings on the matter
Just leaves me naked; I feel vulnerable
As if I am being weighed or measured
Or whatever you gorgeous ladies do
Which just causes me to say hi
And what's up
As a coward wait till the next time
Because I do not want it to become weird between us
I want to love you
And from where we both lie right now
Does loving you outweigh akwardness
I sure as hell hope so.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Date
Posted: 7/4/2009 2:49:22 PM
So juicy, sweet
Ripe and succulent
A Sensual sensation
Tingling down my back,
Causes hairs to raise on edge.
My eyes locked,
Determined
Set.
Palms sweaty,
Throat cleared
Your clothed breast
To my chest
Masticating your name on my tongue
Tied
By cats; so cute
But a whole hell of a lot uglier
Than you are not.
Man hood sprung
Unleashing butterflies
Flutterbying in my stomach.
About to ask you
Want to ask you
But
No buts
Just asking.
May I ask you out.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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funky monkey in the dogwood tree under the moon reflected in that pond of catfish
Posted: 7/3/2009 11:48:44 AM
The mirror to your soul,
Me,
Myself; I
After looking into the mirror to mine
So shattered;
Otherwise broken.
By the storms of her world.
Crashing, twisted violently
Not a world you want to part of;
Knowing you to be meant for something more.
Because, quite simply you are.
Yet the cards of providence cause you to fear the neibourhood of your thoughts and feelings.
Leave those windows sharp;
Haunted looking.


I see my pearly
Blues
And speckled
Greeney grey
In the mirror.
Judgeing the naked man before me.
Not at all ashamed of everything that shows me to be a man in the mirror.
Yet if you look farther than my mischevious smile,
Proud; pretentiously so.
You will see the weight behind my eyes,
The feeling of a older soul.
I wonder if this is a world you would want to be part of.
Could be part of,
To bring life back to your eyes,
complimenting the cutest smile I ever did see.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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waves upon the moonlit and rockey beach: soft and mysteriously sensual escapades of funky nice guys.
Posted: 7/3/2009 11:48:00 AM
A ghost moans
Wind in the trees
Waves of barley
Flowing up the hill
Towards the lake
Down yonder
Horizons past
Cycles kicking up dust
Lilacs in your hair
Our Names carved into long forgotten and weathered willow
Names soon forgotten
The call of loons so together,
Ducklings and all,
In jealousy the lone wolves haunting howl
In indian summer
Feeding you berries
Dancing with you in the meadow,
Star lit eyes,
The pale moon of your skin,
Traced with my finger
The curve your spine.
On a giant lime stone, rockface
Hearts skipping faster than
This nights tossed
Pebbles
Under aurora borealis.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Sonnet random number
Posted: 7/3/2009 11:46:27 AM
So my critics ask me
how it is even possible to
write a twelve verse poem
under by there reckoning of
four minutes
which is better than my
average I try to gun for of six
I never really had an answer to give
them to now
so now that I gave it some thought
I think it fitting and polite
if I gave you all some reasonings
I am oddly enough convinced
along the lines of,
though I do not know why
your guess being as good as mine
that since I am a love poet
I should be able to write a poem
in the amount of time
I figure it should take
to ask a girl out
if I can write twelve verses of love
to that very girl
in the amount of time it would take
me to ask her out
I suppose I am set
If you want to dare call me on the quality
Well I'll just simply and confidently
defend myself with
Writing poetry is like
asking a girl out
Once with enough experience
you become confident enough you
quite often succeed.
It is only because once you write enough
you can continue
because she,
no matter how many of them
there are
says that they are good
enough.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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The Birds and Bee's
Posted: 7/2/2009 3:29:41 PM
The call of my hearts soul;
like the seductive song of that
crooning lark.
To compliment your day;
relaxing amongst
red violets and roses blue
with my own industrious purpose
of building us a nest.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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If a poet writes a poem a thousand miles from his love does he love her.
Posted: 7/2/2009 3:28:44 PM
If I a writer; poet
sitting upon a windy porch,
of just yonder church.
To write these words; to you.
These leaves of lined parchment,
for me to leave so discarded,
a cluttered assortment; written leaf;
upon the hardest pavement: to fall
and rot; such decaying words,
birthed unfit and pronounced
lies dying at the feet of such familiar roots.
As autumn leaves; fall
in newly summers' rain.
Leaving leaves upon the earthly,
floor: Below
Tallest pine and waving willows; past
Will the winter of my soul,
haunt me again so soon?
To walk the forested paths; before me
In search of a leaf,
one out of a hundred millions
As I walk, I feel as if something watches.
My heart laid so very naked;
yet secure.
The Ancient, haunted trees have eyes,
judging my quest before me
knowing the unspoken rule
that if I but faulter once and twice
the darkest before dawns
consequential; dire wolves
creatures of this nights
cruely cresented moon
Awaiting for me so patiently; hungered
to rip me shred, to very shred
of my humanity, and being.
Yet writing this,
and looking above me,
a lone leaf flutters: still
Beckoning only to me! truly?
As I write this so joyously down,
saying "Eureka, my heart,"
I thought you my dearest should know!
That I love you, so
Though we be miles and miles apart
I still love you, so
Right here, on this written leaf
Shade for your heart.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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A Poem
Posted: 7/2/2009 3:27:49 PM
I am thinking to and very harder still
thinking without much success at, logical inquiry
I should concentrate on these thoughts,
about anything and most of all,
everything worth talking about.
'Cause quite noty so simply,
its all that wont come off my mind,
It's all that I need to get off my chest.
These romantic feelings,
are taking over my romantic life.
My tried tested and true,
logic impeccable;
which has helped me
become the man I am today; though,
by myself;
I am kind of bored, unsatisfied and
feel alone.
I am looking for new adventures,
to talk about; worthy of new chapters
in a life, worth writing.
Yet this current and quite substantial
knowledge I should, and am
considering, such as:
moving in the fall,
Going to post secondary,
writing poetry,
and working.
The the more and more,
I meditate on this,
I find myself seeing these situations
in a whole new light.
These remain my current objectives; though
over friendly deliberations
and persnal revalations
both being for my part,
the dictation holds me not
to these convictions.
I understand that these goals
once realized, has a meaning to add
towards some other end.'
My kind heart or cynically minded musings,
muddled from work
and lack of sleep
due to an over active dream life
my plans, so many of them
are never any longer completely
understood by iMe
Becuase if I may be sincerely honest,
I am but half of those plans;
finding the other half, as you read this.
the part of the plan that confuses me,
confusion however, can not
and just will not even beging to describe
these amazing sensations,
I recieve in certain company.
As I also happen to be distracted
by this gentle and talented
member of the beautiful female persausion
That end I mentioned earlier is,
to become god-willing
her boyfriend
I want to move,
work,
and write poetry
Though I do it for me alone
I wonder
how long until I will be doing it
for an ideal us.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Sugar and spice is not always so nice
Posted: 11/5/2008 11:13:18 PM
My love for you,
is your love for me.
I can understand now,
why shakespeare could not comapare you to summers day.
You were a creature of,
winters coldest nights.
A cold that chills my bones,
and turns my blood to ice.
Roses blighted,
by winter winter with out spring.
A secret garden,
for my secret love.
Sorround my emotional cemetary,
In my mental Void.
Where to graves lie,
if i were not coward enough to do to I,
what you did to me.

Why do you my heart dwelleth in winter,
where white as snow is pure.
For me winter is dark,
both sooner and later.
Those angels of snow,
Are really but Lucifers fallen.
As I walk past your grave,
Where branches are chill and ponds are frozen.
I leave my last rose walk away,
Its melting I can feel the warmth.
 TheSmitten
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Wisdom..what indeed is Wisdom?
Posted: 11/5/2008 10:55:40 PM
I would start off by saying wisdom is experiences, but experience does not necessarilly make us wise.

I think wisdom is the process where we have come into our own individuality outside of the "known" system. Where one can do and say becuase they want to, not becuase they have to. Where one can admit that he can know alot, becuase he really does not know a whole lot.
Read up on Aristotles works its very congruent with your quest for wisdom.
 
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