The other day I was called a *****
For loving the same man I have
For quite some time.

People are rather stupid
When you get down to it
And sometimes I feel as though
We are the island of sanity
Cast away
In a vast ocean of insanity.

Of course,
That last part
Could go both ways.
I am but a human
And your choices
Will seldom mirror mine.

The feeling is back
That subconscious pull
That craving, that longing
That urge if you will

An unquentiable thirst
A blazing fire
I'm filled with that feeling
That burning desire

Only one thing
Can put me at ease
Only one thing
Will leave me pleased

Floating above
Way up in the sky
Only one thing
Can give me that high

Waiting and hoping
My needs soon will be met
That I'll soon find
A new catch in my net

duct taped my mouth, open eyes, can you hear me speak without it?

Poem scrawled on the back of a MENS Step-Study Sign Up sheet left in a library book, The Use and Abuse of Literature, I checked out today:

The sleeper, though eyes closed and lying
Supine, awakens later only halfly and
The shape of the dawn comes in
Heavy ladders, steel beams
Slabs drying white to gray as they
Harden -- and feels as though
He slept not at all when the
Night was spent in dreams
Of

See that girls face with a rose in her hair?
Trying not to shade a tear.
She's hurt from inside & out.
Over a boy with so many doubts.
Insecure love is all they could find.
With a touch of a finger, their minds are blind.

Love is the most powerful feeling;
Love has the ability to make people say or do anything.
Love is everything good and helps with everything bad.
Love is sure and honest
Love is innocent
Love is every bit of kindness and always knowing you're there
Love is true and forever; but,
Love can cause pain greater than anything else
Love can be ripped away leaving you with emptiness and heart-ach