i watch him as i walk behind him. i can feel an air of confidence coming off of him, partially because he had his head held high and his chest puffed out slightly. i let my eyes travel up and down his perfect body. because, to be honest, he will never ever notice me. im too insignificant for him to even look at me. his legs are perfectly muscled; not too much, not too much fat. my eyes follow the curve of his knee as it disappears into the bottom of shorts. his shorts just barely rest on his hips, i bet if you gave them a light tug they would come crashing down. my eyes travel over the perfect curve of his ****. i smirk, i would love to touch it, just like nemo. next is his perfectly shaped back, i follow the soft curves. the dip of his lower back up to his shoulder blades jutting out. oh how i wish my hands could trace those curves up and down, memorizing every dip and curve and flow. his shoulders flow perfectly into his muscular arms. his biceps are perfection. my eyes continue to travel up his neck to his perfect blonde hair. hes let it grow out, so its long, just how i love. but of course none of this is mine. however, as i continue to try to memorize his every curve with my eyes, he turns his head. he catches me staring and winks.

Forever In Our Heart:

That fateful night when everything as We know it changed
The call late in the night
The weeping that followed
The lives that were forever changed

That was the night He passed
It was the night We lost a class mate, a friend, a brother, a son
That was the night We lost a young man so full of life
A young man who sought only the truth

We miss His bright happy smiles
We miss His care free attitude
We miss His presence
But most of all We miss Him

However life must continue
We must continue
But even as We continue
A part of us will never forget Him

He will always remain in that part
Never to be forgotten
Always to be rembered
May You Rest In Peace Dear Friend

To: The one 
that can draw 
The grandiosity
Out of me

To write you a ******* song

Come on,
**** 
the
words
right 
out
of 
My
*mouth

She does have a beautiful face
And eyes that work like witchcraft,
Slow, hypnotic and dark,
And the body of some goddess,
But she’s a rotten one,
Cold down to her core.
And I hate her so very much,
And I hate seeing her wherever I go,
And I hate when she appears in dreams.
Why! Oh why does this happen
When I hate her this much?
Not green nor whiskey work
To drown it out,
She’s a stubborn one,
Refusing to leave me be,
And it makes me hate her
So much more.

I've lost
the touch
and writing
has become
a damnation.