
About Me
Big nerd, dork and sometimes jerk. Yet I can pretty much make you smile at least once, if not laugh.
age: 32 (Oct 19, 1980)
MEMBER SINCE: April 2005
occupation: hmmm. a latte serving biotch. but soon to be soo much more ;)
heroes: wolverine, neal cassidy, edgar allen poe and a few others.
i lost my virginity: when no one was looking.
makes me happy: my computer, a girl who isnt' just a pretty face. good friends, snow, mountains, self contentment.
stats: bite me
gets me hot: chica's with brains, good laugh, spunk, geekily infulenced, dark hair, dark eyes,
The topic eludes my waking mind
And I do not wish to feel its wrath;
Again.
For only few who I spoke it to
And fearfully uttered not the words
to even less.
There are times when its made me strong
Mostly moments; although,
Where I shrank like a coward.
A barely describable characteristic
Such as virtue can be;
Would make any soul strive towards it
Yet the will power to reach it
Is cumbersome
Waning like the moon
Shifting between this and that
So Lacking the ability to love
Can sound like salvation for few
Who are afraid
Like me.
Like the many.
Defining it
Or defying it
When touching that hand
Which makes you tremble
Or smiling in the eyes
Of the stranger that scares you
Tempting a soul
Ensaring the dreams
That naive minds hold
In slumber.
So dream on
Make a life
In which only dreams
Could be proud;
Then perhaps....
Love wont be afraid
Wary of woes uknown;
Struggling like the living do
Live life fighting
Or die
Without trying.
And I do not wish to feel its wrath;
Again.
For only few who I spoke it to
And fearfully uttered not the words
to even less.
There are times when its made me strong
Mostly moments; although,
Where I shrank like a coward.
A barely describable characteristic
Such as virtue can be;
Would make any soul strive towards it
Yet the will power to reach it
Is cumbersome
Waning like the moon
Shifting between this and that
So Lacking the ability to love
Can sound like salvation for few
Who are afraid
Like me.
Like the many.
Defining it
Or defying it
When touching that hand
Which makes you tremble
Or smiling in the eyes
Of the stranger that scares you
Tempting a soul
Ensaring the dreams
That naive minds hold
In slumber.
So dream on
Make a life
In which only dreams
Could be proud;
Then perhaps....
Love wont be afraid
Wary of woes uknown;
Struggling like the living do
Live life fighting
Or die
Without trying.














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