February 2009
3 posts
xoxo etched onto my wrists...
I woke up again tonight. Crying.
Another dream of a life without her.
A life not worth living.
Someone once said, “Without the love of thine woman; to live a life as this is to live as living undead.”
It was me.
And it’s how I often feel. Without you.
January 2009
3 posts
Soleil.
Sometimes I find myself in the midde of nowhere, lost amidst a sea of strife and struggle. As if I were carrying the weight of a thousand migrant workers on my back through a blizzard, a hurricane and anything else that Mother Nature decides to give me.
All hope is lost. There is no promise to look forward to, until I saw it.
The beacon that shone its like not only superficially, but unto my...
He is a constant current of brightness, and his unyielding support projects a path into the shadowed road ahead of me. His warming touch rattles my spine with a potent mixture of hope and promise. With eyes like a stormy night I am so sure that he is heaven sent. I lightly trace the contour of his body with my fingers, it can’t be imaginary. It is real. It is right in front of me. I see his...
Secret Garden - by Bruce Springsteen from the...
September 2008
1 post
If I had a penny for everything I loved about him, I would have many pennies.
August 2008
4 posts
“She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.”
Like honey.
I’m certain now that the ABBA song Honey, Honey was written for us:
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey I’d heard about you before I wanted to know some more And now I know what they mean, you’re a love machine Oh, you make me dizzy Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, don’t...
He is poetry and he is sex. His heart is like a beating drum: bum bum bum bum. Bum bum bum bum.
July 2008
8 posts
Childhood
They say it’s every little girl’s dream to plan her perfect wedding.
I’m here to state that it’s every little boy’s dream too.
When I stop and think, nothing in this world fulfills me more than thinking of marrying her; being with her for the rest of time.
We are magnets. We’re destined for each other. Our love interwoven in destiny.
Fate and destiny...
“CAM-RON. CAM-RON. CAM-RON.”
– My heart.
My affection for him is like a cool breeze through a window draped in lace curtains. His is the only touch I need.
Eternity.
It’s so funny. I could spend the rest of my life with her.
I guess this is what “love” really is.
I’ve always heard the stories. The myths. The legends.
But now I am a part of it. Love.
It’s amazing. Divine. Eternal. Immaculate.
It’s a high I could never mimic.
Undescribable feelings.
Forver and always.
I’m so lucky to have found a love like this.