I'm attracted to men who do things
the hippie health nut rock climbers
the con-going, larping nerds
the artsy poetry writing, painters
I'm attracted to results,
to getting up off the couch and going
to hikers, and bikers, to MMA fighters
these are the men that I want
The men who get up in the morning
with a purpose
the men who know where they're going
and why they're doing what they do
The men with mettle, with strength, with power
I want a man who takes control
Who's not afraid to spend an evening
away from me
If we have differing interests
He won't give up what he loves
for any woman
I'm turned on by men
with steel in their bones
With iron in their hearts
who don't take their hits lying down
To men with hobbies with talent
with ideas and dreams
that they're making happen
not just pondering
I hate talk
The muscles built for sight's sake
aren't worth a **** thing to me
I need skills, a brain with the bulk
I want a man who rarely rests
who never stagnates
who can take me out to do something new
I'm attracted to men who do things

The chill of the cafe
wraps around my arms
a shawl to keep the warm at bay
my reflection in the window
Glances up at me once again
she's pretty, this window girl
with legs that are slim
hair that shines a pretty blonde
there's a hole in her chest though
where the light doesn't bounce
an emptiness in her torso
where the landscape goes in
and the girl fades out
this blend, this meshing of
flawed human and
perfect nature
it blurs the imperfections
the spots on her skin
the lackluster lips
all disappear in the
glow of the cafe window
she's perfect, this mirror girl
with streetlamps and
tree trunks in her chest
filling the spaces where
the lonely would go
where heartache would stay
where sadness would dwell

what I need is a pause
some time alone, to just myself
just a while to be the only soul
in a room, in a building, on my won
I'm surrounded, almost constantly
because I surround myself
if I'm alone, I'm lonely
I'm woefully ill-prepared
for having no one to talk to
when I have nothing to say
I need to be alone for once
but when I am, I give in
to the coldness, the freedom
the acknowledge no one because
No one's there
I'll invite people over,
we'll have a blast, I'm sure
but when they leave
I'm always left lonely once more
lonely is different than being alone
lonely is feeling nobody there
lonely is knowing someone could join you
lonely is not calling them anyway
alone is a fullness, being filled to the brim
alone is being the only you inside your head
alone is a comfort, a closeness a joy

words that mean nothing
said in haste
in poor taste
are quick to pain
but are in vain
they linger not

but as time passes
and life's scars
are all carved
onto the soul
telling tales untold
those words sting

a facade of happy
a mask for the hurt
what's the harm in alittle dirt?
there's a power
that harsh words can't sour
the joy of a compliment

a kind phrase
something said quick
does the trick
a simple nice hair
said without care
can heal any insult

Maybe I'm right
Maybe you are
Maybe I'm meant
To be something more
I've got potential
Of that you're sure
You've got my attention
Let's even out the score

Though ideas hopes and
Suggestions are all you've got
I need a plan, some action
The words don't work
These hopes won't happen
Take a step with me
Down this road with traction
It's better than all the what-ifs in dreamland

A tap of reality
Perhaps you'll understand
The gift of reason
Is the best in the land
So yes, I'm harsh
But so is failure
And I refuse to let you fall so far
So forgive me my dear
For saying look before you leap
Because the ledge is high
And rather steep.

Honesty is not my virtue
but lying is my friend.
Whenever I say something untrue
my troubles are at an end.
Other people spread the truth
trying to be good
but lying is a game for youth
in every neighborhood

My true dear friend lies
why are you so good to me?
You are the strongest rope that ties
my problems up for free

Dearest pal lies you help me out
a blank face is all I need.
to push away the other's doubt
of the stories that I weave.

There's a great beauty in lying
such work to know all the words
to say to send me up and flying
in the air with all the birds.

Lies, you're just the truth well told
you light in me such a fire
the lies I spin will never unfold
a good person's just a bad liar.

Sweet fall,
you turn overbearing heat
into winter's call
such an amazing feat
showing such power
you change the hues
by the hour
you bring sad news
of cold and dark
days coming near
yet winter's bark
doesn't sound when you're here
gorgeous season
why can't you stay?
I abandon all reason
when you've gone away
the grass remains green
but the leaves bloom
in colors, such a scene
it distracts from the gloom
I love this chill
the wind whipping past
fall's such a thrill
why can't this season last?
beauty's fading quick
goodbye wondrous fall
in one clock's tick
barren trees so tall
winter's here for now
then comes summer and spring
autumn gives it's final bow
and flies south on huge wings.