Young Love

The Admired:
She ruffled her hair
And let the rest fall,
Dancing to a beat
That gravity put forth
Into motion before
The foundations of
The universe were laid
And as they bounced,
The sun shining
Through her hair
Kissed her cheek
And made her blush
At the prospect of
Her perfect prince
Admiring her beauty
Through the corner
Of his entranced eyes.

Her Admirer:
All he really wanted
Was a smile, a nod
Of approval from the one
He cherished even more
Than the stars that
Kissed the posts of his bed
Those long nights when
He battled insomnia
And the dragons in his
Overactive imagination,
The depths of which
No ordinary boy could
Really know or understand
But to him as real as the
Warm rays of the sun
That graced her cheeks
As she danced that
Beautiful Sunday
Morning away.

the guy who put his hands on you,
has got nothing to do with me.
And the bruises that you feel will heal
and i hope you come around,
cause we're missing you.

you used to speak so easy,
now you're afaid to talk to me.
Its like walking with the wounded.
Carrying that weight way too far,
the concrete pulled you down so hard
out there with the wounded,
We're missing you.

Well I never claimed to understand
what happens after dark,
but my fingers catch the sparks
at the thought of touching you,
When you're wounded

lemme break it down til i force the issue,
we miss your face and you know i wish you would
come back down to the Delva Bar
you tell em' ,"Thats just my battle scar."
I wanna kiss you, and knock em down like we used to
you're a marigold
till you're walking down shaking that ass again,
then you walk on, baby, walk on, you walk on.
on and on
you're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air
and we're missing you.

Now its fall and your shoulders get tighter
nervous flicks on your lighter...boots
your pissed off poets
your women's groups
and the friends with you we should've known this fool
well i guess we missed the mark,
still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of
them touching you
when your wounded

Lemme break it down till i force the issue
you never come around and you know we miss you
well nobody took your pride away
i said," thats something people say."
Back down the bully to the back of the bus,
cause its time for them to be scared of us
till you're yelling how we're living cause you got the ball
and then you rock on, baby, rock on, you rock on.
on and on.
you're a summertime hottie with her socks in the air,
you're screaming i dont care baby i dont care no
you say you dont know, you say here we go now,
all i know is we're missing you
you say you dont know, you say here we go now,
all i know is we're missing you
show up, show up wounded
show up, show up wounded

Happy Valentines Day!! May everyone have great SEX tonight!! (use protection)lol

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A. Not at the moment... Thank god.

2) What was your dream growing up?
A. It's weird but... I always wanted to be a "Sharp- Shooter"

3) What talent do you wish you had?
A. The ability to strip womens, as well as my own, clothes off literally with the snap of my fingers. (only on consenscual(?) occassions of course)

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
A. Rum & Coke (Captn' Morgans Private Stock)

5) Favorite vegetable?
A. Zuccini

6) What was the last book you read?
A. Resteraunt at the End of The Universe (2nd Book to the Hitchikers' Guide)

7) What zodiac sign are you?
A. Scorpio... Power & Passion Baby!! Keeper of the dark secrets.

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
A. Four holes in the ear lobes... And an Industrial

9) Worst Habit?
A. Saying "Huh" too much... even after I heard what the person was saying...idk.

10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
A. Who are you? WTF?

11) What is your favorite sport?
A. I'd have to say JJJ. (Japanese Jungle Jym... It's hilarious. Must see. www.CollegeHumor.com - check it out.. very funny.)

12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
A. Optimism - key to positive magnetism.

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
A. Well, I gues I'd ask who the hell you are now... Then, I'd get curious and ask if you wanted to escape through the emergency shaft in the ceiling like they do in the movies.

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
A. Fart while having sex... It was funny... but embarrasing. Didn't mean too... hasn't happened again.

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
A. Well, that's totally perspective... Umm... I like the smell of leather?

16) Do you have any pets?
A. Two dogs and a beta that was given to me.

17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
A. You might get your ass kicked b/c I still don't know you.

18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)
A. Havent had the chance to make one... SHOW YOURSELF!!

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
A. Neither... they are retarded.

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A. Probably my eye color...

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
A. I'd be your slap in the face!

22) What color eyes do you have?
A. Brown.

23) Ever been arrested?
A. Nope

24) Bottle or can soda?
A. Glass bottle above all... Plastic's ok

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
A. Pay some schooling off...

27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
A. Anywhere with a Pool table and Beer/ liquor

28) Do you believe in ghosts?
A. I believe in Bio-physical energies...

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
A. Play Guitar... NAKED!

30) Do you swear a lot?
A. More than I should.

31) Biggest pet peeve?
A. The sound made when Chewind w/ mouth open. Hate it...

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
A. Zack

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
A. OHH yesss... Most Definately... IT's great..

35) Do you believe in God?
A. I do... well, the higher power.


--Feel free to steal this and fill it out.---

The show is over close the story book
There will be no encore
And all the random hands that I have shook
Well they're reaching for the door
I watch their backs as they leave single file
But you stood stubborn, cheering all the while

I know I can be colorful
I know I can be gray
But I know this loser's living fortunate
Cause I know you will love me either way

Most were being good for goodness sake
But you wouldn't pantomime
You are more beautiful when you awake
Than most are in a lifetime
Through the haze that is my memory well
You stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy

I know I can be colorful
I know I can be gray
But I know this loser's living fortunate
Cause I know you will love me either way

Look ahead as far as you can see
We'll live in drama but we'll die in a comedy
I know I can be colorful...

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Time and Time again I find you here,
Lost in the breath of November's fog,
Carrying your wait upon a solemn tear,
Entrapped by an endless monologue,

Her hand is far and the heart is near,
For the firelight in the distant chill,
Will I ever have the strength to bring you here,
Where thoughts are lightly carried on the water still,
And love is far from anywhere.

I wanna go home... I wanna go home... I'm bored... I'm rambling... Good combination... I write some f'd up stuff when I have nothing to do... It's kinda cool I guess.... Don't know what it means.... Gotta mean something... Probably to do with my sub-conscience... Finished homework.... back to being bored... School was ok... a pretty girl wants to take me on a date... which is weird b/c she wants to treat me... a girl who actually wants to pay for dinner b/c she likes me that much.... It's sweet... Hell, I'll give it a whirl... her name is Sarah... She's a doll... I need a beer... I need a massage and a beer... Wait, I need a massage, a beer, and a moosehead... Preferably stuffed moosehead... and poker chips... sounds like a good time... Man, I also need some serious R&R, but thats where the Moosehead comes into play....

Ok, I had this message minimized for about 30 minutes... Just now re-read it... What the Hell am I talking about??!! Yep, I've gone mad... I'm going... 15 minutes of work left. CIAO!!

Tripp... Tripp... Trippp... Says the rain,
I fall from the coat of the wicker man,
He is but sloth and dubly slain,
In which the time Piece sits his better hand,
Cuts and garbs of untold ways,
Dribble down the slow decay,
Calamity climbs to be free of pain,
To one day reach his home again



- I want to go to a bar... Get crunk-

We are all sorry... This world is nothing but sorry. Misconstrued apologies... That is all it ever has to offer. Just a stone so effortlessly chipped away....

What would you do if someone tells you they like you alot, but never shows that they do? Do you think that they are just trying to lead you on and pull you along? If it starts out with fire, and then begins to dwindle... would there be any hope of gaining that flame back?? Should you even try? One last thing... If someone tells you they are something and then you find out they are nothing of what you pre-concieved them to be... would you be mad??