If you must whine, watch out for friendly-fucking-fire.

Oh the trial it is to write a bloody research paper... Oh do give pity upon the poor souls forced to do as much. And ya know who else is worth more of your pity? Somebody who chose a subject about which they have a fiery, perhaps dangerous, passion. Indeed. Pity me. A person who chose perhaps one of the topics most dear and important to me.


What is this topic that stirs such a dangerous emotion? Gay marriage. Now, I would normally rant about this but alas, I lack the energy at this very moment, all of my willpower sucked away in this paper I had to write. I have rather a selfish interest in the approval of gay marriage, being bi myself and wishing ever so that I was allowed the right of marrying whomever I chose. And this interest causes me to argue the point quite passionately until I am literally blue in the face. Do not cross me when I am in such a fit and if your opinion is contrary to mine, unless you can debate as well as I with a thick skin to protect yourself, I do ask that you keep it to yourself, for the sake of both of us.


Only one thing gets me more passionate than the topic of gay marriage and that is the disgusting standard set by the "don't ask, don't tell" policy. How sickeningly egotistic it is to believe that if an individual is interested in your gender they are inherently interested in you, personally; thus the government qualifying this horror as necessary to avoid awkwardness in the workplace of our armed forces.


How dare such a slimy, egotistic worm assume that I am some promiscuous deviate who will clearly make sexual advances towards them at every moment, making the environment "Unwelcoming". You're getting shot at. Quit fucking whining about "unwelcoming" you fucking pansy. Or at least have a good reason too. Like me. me? I have a good reason to whine. My life apparently isn't even good enough to act as cannon fodder for my country. So no. You, my dear bunkmate, may not whine about how "unwelcoming" and "uncomfortable" I make you simply by being in such a way I cannot help. Or, if you must whine, watch out for friendly-fucking-fire.


Personally, you could have the most amazing body possible to me, male or female but if you are so entirely self-absorbed to assume that I must lust after you to the extent I'd hit on you constantly, harassing you... *Boom* You killed any and all appeal. And I'll betcha that's what you do to the gender you're trying to attract, you bimbo.

Starry Night/With Each "I Love You"

~Starry Night~

The starry night

The gasp of delight

As my lover

Steals upon me.

Passionate kisses.

Unspoken wishes.

Nowhere at all

That I’d rather be.

A night in his company,

Nothing could be better for me,

Please, I beg of you,

Never leave.

(11-18-2008)

With Each "I love You"

She lays her head down

On a teddy bear chest.

He's not there to hold her

So she's not her best.

But the world can be forgiven.

Soon enough it will change.

To feel his arms again

She desperately tries to arrange.

Triumph found; smile renewed.

They share their warmth, affection long due.

Her heart growing lighter

With each "I love you."

(10-18-2009)

Maybe you can comment them here, wonderful, since you lost your writing.com info for the millionth time. And a comment to those of you who aren't my boyfriend is in order I suppose... Um... Dontcha guys like me better when I'm happy? Lol. For two poems written almost a year apart, they're remarkably similar, are they not?
Oh, and, an angry rant on the way for this evening. Byyez.

You Are Welcome to Get to Know Me

Well hello. You're prolly here on my blog because you've found yourself lost. Or maybe you're an individual of odd interests. In all likelyhood, you're a friend of mine who I forced at threat of an even more exagerated annoyingness to check out a recent poem or this blog in and of itself.

Now. Those of you who know me know that the idea of blogging annoys me. The world doesn't want to hear about my issues, especialy not through the world wide interwebz. And those of you who don't know me, you poor lost wanuderer of the internet, now know that as well so... It's all good, right? Right. You see, I got this here blog all up and running simply because my writing.com page(s) have both reached their max number of items. Soo it's time to start posting my things elsewhere. Like here.

So this shall be a place for my sucky poetry simply because my harddrive finds itself unhappy with the abuse I've been putting it through. Btw, if you find yourself curious as to the title of the blog itself, I shall share the inspiring poem here.

Sonnet crafting creatures,
With heads of rolling rhyme.
And as such it has been
For the longest time.

A certain kind of human
Needed to spin words well,
It’s isolating; intoxicating,
Our own private hell.

No wish to leave.
A masochist to our work.
Hold it close, like a treasure,
A responsibility you won’t shirk.

A certain kind of human
Needed to bare the soul.
What breaks us down in to pieces,
Completes us and makes us whole.

I express in verse
What you can only shut in.
In any other forum
Such expression labeled sin.

The lament of heartbreak
And the ode to love strong.
All things are changing,
And nothing lasts too long.

But the poets
Mark the change.
Syllables they pluck
And rearrange
Into something of song
That can last
Oh so long.

Woo for sampler peice!! If you like it, I write near constantly so there shall be more to follow shortly.

Guess maybe I shoulda written a couple things about me... Oh well :}