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James Hodge Mar 2013
Here I sit at my computer.
Lonely. Contemplative.
Scared to death of the future.
What will tomorrow bring?
Will tomorrow be my last?
I sit and think of the possibilities of what could happen.
And with a tear on the brim,
Waiting to emerge,
Like an overly thought-provoked man
Standing on the edge of a bridge,
Waiting. Just waiting.
James Hodge Mar 2013
When given the choice between two evils
I chose the one I never tried before.
I chose the one that would give me the most
And the one who would love me for life.
Whether or not his love last an eternity
Is only concerned in his mind.
I am only a pawn in this sad game of life
And he is the one playing the board.
Where will I end?
James Hodge Feb 2013
Those three little words that he dares to speak
Makes my heart flutter with delight and wonder.
Does he mean it though?
Does he dare say those words to me and leave me with empty hope?
However will I be able to decide what he means?
How can I choose my words to respond?
One decision will take me into a world of harmony,
With cherubs twittling and harps rejoicing.
The other will take me to bliss,
filled with freedom and no worries ever.
So then I must decide what to do.
Those three little words....
"Cash or credit?"
James Hodge Feb 2013
There is a truth universally acknowledged,
that the night brings out the truth in people.
You let your guard down,
You become yourself,
Letting your true self shine.
Lunatics and solarnauts.
Vampires and werewolves.
Do you dare let yourself out and be victim of the lurkers
And sonderers of the night?
James Hodge Feb 2013
What does your drink tell about you?
I prefer my drink with no ice. Simple, elegant, and completely natural.
I prefer the all natural taste not muddled or diluted.
And often days, I see my ice-less drink half full.
The other days, I see my glass half empty, needing to be filled up.
For if revenge is a dish best served cold, could it also be a drink?
A bitter drink that never seems to empty. Always filling bottom up.
Does that make life your bartender?
James Hodge Feb 2013
Did you ever have that moment when Cupid's bow had three arrows?
One for you, and two for the other people you would fall in love with.
It's not something I can handle, but it's something that just happened.
I fell in love with two guys at the same time.
One's name was Macho, the man of machines.
His love for automobiles contrasted my ignorance for them.
We shared many loves, but enough to keep us different.
The second's name was Eros, a man of passion and ***.
He was the hand of Cupid, and knowingly plucked the bow
In my general direction. He shared the future with me, but distance kept me weary.
So here I sit, wounded and unknowing. Confused for the future and
Lost in the woods. My only task as of present
Is to choose one.
Passion or porche?
Future or Ferrari?
Love.
James Hodge Feb 2013
Just when you thought that you were mighty
Here came the truth.
The truth knocked you down a few notches
And made you see the light.
I was given an opportunity without audition
And declined it because of conscious.
You were instead given that opportunity
Because you worked for it and deserved it.
Instead of thanking me, you tell me
that I ruined you. I was the one who destroyed what you worked for.
The man who handed these opportunities out is now,
in your mind,
Not the role-maker he once was.
I showed you that he offered me the role that made you shine.
I made you.
And you push me away.
A year from now, you will see what I mean.
You will see what I've been preaching.
You will see.
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