My Life:
Note:i tried to post two days ago but SG said they were "under construction" so it failed. i hope this one goes through.
The Box: by WichCraft
i find the box
i knew i would.
thrust from it's hiding place
it mocks me even now
i try but still it's contents stay.
the trash is too good for it
i'd burn them but that would mean touching them
that's why i have the box
to protect me from them
they disapear once more
in to the void
i know they will return
to remind me of the past
at times when i forget.
alright so it sucks, i'm not a poet. i'm a writer, and not even a very good one at that. but i try, and while my art may suffer i a making great strides in other areas. last night, i invited Diana to see Sin City half because she wanted to see it and didn't have anyone to go with, and half because i still am not sure what is going on between us. anywho, she met the crew last night, the most of them anyways. there was Joe, a spaz who has problems with maturity, Boyer who i wouldn't talk to if it weren't for the fact that he's as loyal as a fuckin' puppy. to round it all off she met Cheryl, who desided that she didn't like diana and was a major bitch the entire night. this is nothing new, most of you know, but what irritated me was Diana did nothing to provoke the fat cunt. tonight i wanted her to say something to me about diana, just so i could bitch her out, but nothing was shared so tere was no bitchout. i'll save that because i know it's coming. so Diana and i had our second "not date", still standard date type things. still not sure what to think. had a good time though, the other day she did ask me not to move to denver, but couldn't provide a real reason (pretty sure i know the reason).
in other news, of more importance: i have pictures and a name for my Godchild. i wish all the best to boB and Sam and will be ever so happy to see them in june... and maybe later on too. this situation reminds me of the last pages of the D.C. Comic "Kingdom Come", a child raised by Superman, Wonder Woman, and The Batman, sweet i get to be Batman. under our guideance, Sophie will become the most powerful being in the world. (or something like that.)
the poem(for lack of a better word) tonight comes from finding a small wooden box that contains the articles i still have of an Ex. every once and awhile i find this box while i am cleaning. usualy i look through it, get depressed, ad drown my sorrows in a beer. this time, i didn't even open it. i just put it back where i found it and left it alone. not sure if that's progress, but here's wishing.
Chelsea won today, game started live when i woke up today so i got to watch it. then it was followed by an Aresnal game. the Blues and the Gunners both won their matches, Chelsea stays at the top of the table but Arsenal's win and the four goals they scored put them in to second place (they were in third) over Manchester United. the win also qualified them for "The Champion's Cup" tournement, which is good. so all this in a small way makes up for the death of the Pope, wel in my book it makes today a very good day involvig the death of a nice man who never really bothered me but did stand for a lot of things i hate. i love Arsenal, i respect Chelsea, and god, i hate ManU.
Note:i tried to post two days ago but SG said they were "under construction" so it failed. i hope this one goes through.
The Box: by WichCraft
i find the box
i knew i would.
thrust from it's hiding place
it mocks me even now
i try but still it's contents stay.
the trash is too good for it
i'd burn them but that would mean touching them
that's why i have the box
to protect me from them
they disapear once more
in to the void
i know they will return
to remind me of the past
at times when i forget.
alright so it sucks, i'm not a poet. i'm a writer, and not even a very good one at that. but i try, and while my art may suffer i a making great strides in other areas. last night, i invited Diana to see Sin City half because she wanted to see it and didn't have anyone to go with, and half because i still am not sure what is going on between us. anywho, she met the crew last night, the most of them anyways. there was Joe, a spaz who has problems with maturity, Boyer who i wouldn't talk to if it weren't for the fact that he's as loyal as a fuckin' puppy. to round it all off she met Cheryl, who desided that she didn't like diana and was a major bitch the entire night. this is nothing new, most of you know, but what irritated me was Diana did nothing to provoke the fat cunt. tonight i wanted her to say something to me about diana, just so i could bitch her out, but nothing was shared so tere was no bitchout. i'll save that because i know it's coming. so Diana and i had our second "not date", still standard date type things. still not sure what to think. had a good time though, the other day she did ask me not to move to denver, but couldn't provide a real reason (pretty sure i know the reason).
in other news, of more importance: i have pictures and a name for my Godchild. i wish all the best to boB and Sam and will be ever so happy to see them in june... and maybe later on too. this situation reminds me of the last pages of the D.C. Comic "Kingdom Come", a child raised by Superman, Wonder Woman, and The Batman, sweet i get to be Batman. under our guideance, Sophie will become the most powerful being in the world. (or something like that.)
the poem(for lack of a better word) tonight comes from finding a small wooden box that contains the articles i still have of an Ex. every once and awhile i find this box while i am cleaning. usualy i look through it, get depressed, ad drown my sorrows in a beer. this time, i didn't even open it. i just put it back where i found it and left it alone. not sure if that's progress, but here's wishing.
Chelsea won today, game started live when i woke up today so i got to watch it. then it was followed by an Aresnal game. the Blues and the Gunners both won their matches, Chelsea stays at the top of the table but Arsenal's win and the four goals they scored put them in to second place (they were in third) over Manchester United. the win also qualified them for "The Champion's Cup" tournement, which is good. so all this in a small way makes up for the death of the Pope, wel in my book it makes today a very good day involvig the death of a nice man who never really bothered me but did stand for a lot of things i hate. i love Arsenal, i respect Chelsea, and god, i hate ManU.
a. i really don't want her to blow my good time here
2. she would never fly cause "she hates flying even though she's never been on plane"
next. if she decieded to drive i wouldn't give her an address to come to!
jealousy rears it's ugly head. but remember this! at least i had reasons to hang at the grill. (it wasn't my place. and most nights the coffee was free) what the fuck has cheryl done with her life? tell her you won't sleep with her but you'd happily hook her up with chris. that she tell her something. if she can get the hint.
fuck look what you've done to me! i can rant about her fat ass forever! i give you permission to use my "looks like you're allergic to thin" line if need be. but be warned it's a last resort. make sure you tell her hlw happy i am out here and what's up with girls.
glad to see that you and amy finally met. about fucking time!