Death of love.

Does true love really last or is it fleeting?
That one feeling inside when you look into one's eyes.
Is that constant or only found upon first meeting?
Love it grows cold and it slowly takes off its disguise.
Once the fantasy departs and you begin your cheating.

J.a.son.

it was nearly three months ago when i met you jason.
you pulled up in that blue car and set my heart racin'.
ever since then i've been here back and forth pacin'.
wondering how to rearrange our distant spacin'.

you are a friend that is always there when i need you.
every time i falter you're there to talk when i need to.
if you did not exist certain things i couldn't get through.
every time i ask all your words are nothing but true.

but i must say there are parts of you i still don't understand.
if only you were closer instead of in the palm of my hand.
that just means that we must meet somewhere in a distant land.
so the reasons why you are truly great will finally expand.

what i know is you have many talents to offer anyone.
and on a cloudy day to me your words are like the sun.
i know that i don't ever want our friendship to be done.
because every time i see that smiley i know we're in for fun.

Battered but not broken

In a series of unfortunate events, it's finally broken

All the words I should have said, I've finally spoken
The monkey's freed from my back, and let out of the cage
In the heat of the battle, it spewed all of its rage
I saw so many of your colors, now where's the pot of gold
When I was dealt my final hand, it was my time to fold
I never really knew you, but I guess I know you now
No matter what happens from here, I've taken my final bow
There's no turning back, all I can do is look ahead
I may not have the friend I thought, but this wisdom's mine instead

To others I may be the enemy, but what I know is true
I learned these lessons early enough, and for that I'd like to thank you
Your name is clean and not dressed in mud, and that is where it stays
Whereas mine rests in a gully of lies, thanks to those devilish ways
The question is how can it be, that this is how it ends
But the sad fact is that I have learned, that we cannot be friends
With a war torn world it breaks my heart that someone is so cruel
But I realize now this is my world, to be surrounded by a fool
What's left for me now is to escape, to a place where I am free
I need a place where I can be, everything that's me.

Bring me cigarettes.

My mind had grown strong,
I felt right to do wrong,
So I went out on the town with the gays.

In came dear old exes,
Of these boys of same sexes,
As Amando pounded down more to drink.

They left in a flurry,
As our minds grew more blurry,
So off to Aut bar we went.

Jolly St. Nick greeted us,
Within minutes he threw such a fuss,
Because he knew how plump he’d gotten.

The night came to a close,
Ross and Amando found hoes,
Leaving little old me in the dust.

So off home alone I went,
In the solitude I was left to repent,
As I thought of what I could do.

I sat alone and opened a beer,
In the room of my lovely old queer,
And turned on techno as loud as it went.

I asked them to bring me cigarettes,
And they told me not to fret,
As I waited there for them patiently.

Time seemed to pass so quickly,
And I grew ever more sickly,
As the boys I waited for romped in the night.

I decided it was time to retire,
Because the situation had grown quite dire,
Since my friends had yet to return.

As I laid in bed all alone,
Amando and Ross were looking to bone,
While wandering the streets of Ann Arbor.

But soon they returned home to me,
After they’d completed their screaming spree,
Traipsing gaily through the streets.

And morning came and I had to leave.
So I wiped my sweet tears away on my sleeve.
And said my goodbyes to my babers.

Soon I will return to you like I said I would.
And we’ll have more fun than we probably should.
But for now I’m far away with the memories.

Who?

It’s 2:00 o’clock and in my head I wonder.
Is this my life’s biggest blunder?

I barely noticed that I hadn’t blinked.
Moments passing are too succinct.

Where, what, and how I ask.
It’s what I was instructed to complete my task.

Robotic existence has become quite formal.
Imitated contentment is all too normal.

I feed the machine what it wants to survive.
The only problem is I'm not able to thrive.

Who am I pleasing if I'm not pleasing myself?
When I started this life, rapture I put on a shelf.

The question remains then where else should I be?
Once I leave this hotel room, does that set me free?

Questions unanswered lead me more in the dark.
The crusade into my soul, I'm about to embark.

WETZLES. END SCENE.

Where are the days that felt oh so divine.
Just you plus me plus a bag of cheap wine.
I miss you dear friends and the fun that we shared.
There is nothing back then that truly compared.

Singing tunes on the porch as people walked by.
Why should we care, we are not shy.
It made it better and brought us much closer.
To know that each one was a brilliant composer.

We created the songs with love in our hearts.
Knowing full well they'd never reach top of the charts.
It was a dedication of love to one of our dearest friends.
Whose love and devotion [and craziness] truly transcends.

This day was like no other as the end grew near.
The thought did not settle in our minds to spoil the cheer.
Verse upon verse we remembered the fun.
I don't think dear Wetzy could be outdone.

Perhaps she learned from the best as I was her tutor.
I programmed her for corruption like a fucking computer.
She is set free now to act as she pleases.
I just hope she stays free of any diseases!

Thanks for creating the masterpiece that day Mdoe.
Without you it would not be quite the show.
The memories of that day lay awake in mind.
And when I need a release, there I go to unwind.

You...Me

The way I feel around you is electric.
And even though I might be eccentric.
Take a chance with me to make something epic.

I promise you it will be magic.
And nothing short of truly orgasmic.
Together we'll be the threads of a fine woven fabric.

To me you are purely poetic.
And when I am around you I feel truly magnetic,
You plus me is arithmetic.

Transformation

Can you save me from suffocation?

Can you lead me to emancipation?
Or is this my final destination?
So have I made my last proclamation?
Am I lost in desperation?
Am I forever confined to isolation?
Or do you have transportation?
So I can find my inspiration?
Will you take me to my operation?
Will you set me free from this occupation?
Or is it too late for a revelation?
So I can reinvent my imagination?

DIVERSITY

Is DIVERSITY more than just an old wooden ship?
Is DIVERSITY the woman with the big ass hips?
Is DIVERSITY the ability to say it's okay to be gay?
Is DIVERSITY letting the kid sit with you who looks a different way?
Is DIVERSITY seeing through the color of someone's skin?
Is DIVERSITY treating each person as if they were the next of kin?
Is DIVERSITY feeling beautiful no matter who you are?
Is it really DIVERSITY when we all look the same from afar?

Earn you.

I burn for you.
I yearn for you.
How can I earn you?
I want to learn from you.

What do I have to do to return to you?

Thank you friend.

Who created earth and sky and even rain?
Was it something bigger than the biggest bang?

The beautiful colors of a rainbow against a sun-filled sky.
That something higher didn't design that prototype.

The sunset as it hits the horizon on a summer day.
Is it science or did it get here some other way?

The clouds are a miracle but is it just another chemical delight?
The right equation that could make the blue sky look right.

The brilliance of the fish in the deepest blue waters of the ocean.
What was it that made that motion?

Who or what is the master of these inventions?
The beauty surrounding is beyond comprehension.

The freshest air in a green filled field.
The feeling in my soul that one breath can yield.

Little things make it all worth it in the end.
Thank you creator, thank you friend.

Betsy>Beezy>Weezy>Beezles>Weezles>Wetzles>Wezbian

Within a fortnight we reunite old friend
And as night begins to ascend
The idiocy we shall attend
However, the fun shall not suspend

I cannot wait to see my good pal
You have always been such a good gal
Maybe I'll take you to my favorite locale
Yes, yes I think I shall

I count down the days until I can see you, dear chum!
I cannot wait to see what you've become
I know that you get with quite a few scum
Just make sure you wrap it up when they cum!

I only joke with you my wonderful comrade
Perhaps when I sweep into town we'll pick up a lad
You know when we're together we're always so bad
We'll go ahead and bring them back to YOUR pad!

Well the clock is ticking on when I hug you again buddy
We don't have to worry about business or nurse study
And the diva will take care so no one is bloody
But we should watch out so that we don't get muddy!

I can't wait to hit prospect once again crazy mate
For the duration all I can do is patiently wait
To party all night in our lovely estate
The times with you are nothing but GREAT!

Heaven and Hell

I think I took a look in Heaven,
..........when I stepped into your door.
When I left it only left me wanting more.
Now I'm back in purgatory feeling oh so bland.
The thoughts residing in my head,
..........are nothing that I planned.

I want to be back in the clouds again,
..........instead of sitting here in Hell.
But reality is, I'm in a fucking lonely, old hotel.
What does it take to repent me of my sin?
The journey from Hell and back,
..........is a journey deep within.

I think I took a look in Heaven,
..........when I stepped into your door.
When I left it only left me wanting more.
Now I'm back in purgatory feeling oh so bland.
The thoughts residing in my head,
..........are nothing I understand.

I'm face to face with the Devil now.
When I look him in the eyes,
..........I make a solemn vow.
I'm crawling back to Heaven,
..........with every fiber of my soul.
If I don't make it back,
..........then my heart will never be whole.

I took a look in Heaven,
..........when I stepped into your door.
When I left it only left me wanting more.
Now I'm back in purgatory feeling oh so bland.
The thoughts residing in my head,
..........are nothing that I demand.

I may never make it back to Heaven,
..........and this just might be true
And in my final moments,
..........I will bid my heart adieu
You took away the pain and even the sorrow.
If I made it to Heaven,
..........I'd hope to see you there tomorrow.

I know it wasn't Heaven,
..........but you're the closest thing on Earth.
To get from Hell and back,
..........I'd give anything it's worth.
I know I took a look in Heaven,
..........when I stepped into your door.
But I also stared down Hell's gate,
..........because I haven't felt this way before.

BORLA

B is for the bewilderment you bring when blackness beckons the brain
O is for the oratory that you ornately officiate on the occasion
A is for all altercations and any alleyways and aqueous adventures you assail

B is for the banter you bestow when beyond biologically bibulous with booze
O is for the obligatory obfuscation on obscure occasions
L is for laying limp as a leaf on the lawn after laborious locomotion
I is for idiotic inebriation including illogical illusions and illustrative images

B is for the bravery and brawn you boldly blazon for a benefactor
O is for obligingly offering your ornamental obstruction often
R is for remembering regrettable realities remaining in reverie of robotic relations.

I wish.

I wish I could turn back the hands on this clock.
I wish, right this instant, on my door you would knock.
I wish, for one second, you were here with me now.
I wish I could feel your tender lips on my brow.
I wish the past was the present and the future too.
I wish that meant I could spend it with you.
I wish I could run to you at any time of the day.
I wish I could see you without any delay.
I wish you sat next to me as I wrote this dear friend.
I wish we will love each other up until the sweet end.

Are you still at Rick's?

The day was cold,
The night had grown old,
As Rosa's mind grew hazy,
Friend's were lost,
Inhibitions were tossed,
So he texted Matt Card for booty.

Although he did not respond,
Rosa still felt a strong bond,
And so he waited patiently,
It was not until the next day,
He heard not a thing from this gay,
So he sent the text again.

It was 7 at night,
You're still at Rick's, am I right?
But to no avail was this attempt,
Rosa could not believe the text went through,
This had been a minor snaffoo,
We all sat in disbelief.

Matt Card thought Rosa was still waiting,
In front of Rick's masturbating,
At 7 PM the day after,
But the truth had been,
To Rosa's chagrin,
This was all a big mistake.

Matt never replied,
Rosa had been flat out denied,
Twice by the gay messiah,
We shall never know the truth,
But I do know MCard is quite uncooth,
For not replying to dear Ross Beurmann.

Babers

Long since the last time we made memories together
I miss the laughter that made me feel light as a feather
We found one another for a reason, I know
And I'd walk to each one of you through the thickest of snow
All I desire now is to meet you somewhere, I'd brave any weather.

My name is Linda Lee

My name is Linda Lee
My eyes are barely open, I can barely see.

Some people call me Cunty Eyes.
Which to me is a huge surprise.

See, the reason behind it goes something like this...
When you hear it too, you'll know it's amiss

I am Asian you know
But I'm still a ho

The perception from many is that my pussy is tight
But when a guy gets on down there, I give him a fright

I'm so loose you can clap inside me when you give me the teaser
It doesn't get any better, don't try the pleaser

For I've hooked up with many
I don't judge, give me any

I'm not racist at all
He can be big, he can be small

He can even be deaf, I don't need him to hear me
When I'm about to cum, I scream like a banshee

Now on to the fun stuff
I'm not a wimp, do me rough!

The scissor's my favorite position
But into doggy style, it's an easy transition

Do not try to date me, you won't have much luck
But meet me in bed and you'll get a good fuck.

I'm sorry to say but there isn't much more
I really am just a cheap dirty whore.

Escape from Flatulence

It's 2pm, and I need a release
Wednesday afternoon, soon I hope this week to cease
I creep in the bathroom, check to see if anyone is there
I get the all clear, sit down, and out comes the loud gust of air
I've been waiting so long
But letting it out in my office would have been so wrong
I'm a little lighter now
I no longer feel of a cow
But as thoughts of my desk rest back in my mind
My stomach, again, is back in a bind
I sit for a minute and hear someone walk in the door
I should leave now, I know, to maintain some rapport
As I get up to go I can't control what's to come
A little noise sneaks from my bum
I can feel the cheeks get red and hot
Damnit, Laura, you just got caught.

KY

You did something stupid.

KY

You woke up in a stranger's house.

KY

You tripped on the curb while we chased you home.

KY

You hooked up with a deaf guy.

KY

You got shocked and didn't know it.

KY

You flirted too much and got banned from the salon.

KY

You tried beating up a girl.

KY

You made out with owner of Quickie burger.

KY

You hooked up with a freshman and he pissed in your bed.

KY

You ate raw rice and you peed in your bed.

KY

You ended up 45 minutes outside of Las Vegas, again, in a stranger's house.

KY

You hooked up with grandpa saddlebags.

KY

You fell asleep in your front yard and broke your face.

KY

You fell asleep in Angell Hall and broke the bank.

KY

You fell asleep on a stranger's porch and broke your pride.

KY

You drank too much and ended up wiping your face in Rick's juice.

KY

You had an international sandwich party, literally.

KY

You became cookie butt, for more reasons than one.

KY, or FY?

We do it for the joy it brings

Oh the joy it brings

The nights, we can't remember so many flings

But together, we reminisce on our couch

And Wetzles walks in, around her waist is her pouch

That fanny pack, it carries more than her chap stick

But the faint memories, of the last night's dick

We laugh so hard it hurts

But Katie got so drunk last night, she's got the squirts

She runs so fast, crouched over, up to the bathroom.

The next time I see her, she's laying in fetal position, like she's in the womb

And Kara's here too, laid out in the hall

I can barely get to the bathroom , I'm pressed up to the wall

It's almost three P.M., so I think she's dead

I put on her socks and place a pillow under her head

I look back on the night before and back toward my room I walk

What was that guy's name and how big was his cock?

But that doesn't matter now, all that matters is us.

The memories we have now, we can forever discuss.

I love you joyful girls for the joy it brought.

You will absolutely, never be forgot.

Rosa

O, Rosa, Rosa.

Where for art thou Rosa?

Deny thy mouse and refuse thy flame.


But if thou wilt not, be but porn my love,

And I'll no longer be a dead person.

Wizard of poetic inventions

Oh where art thou wizard?

Am I missing something?
I need your lyrical sorcery.
You're a warlock of poetic inventions.
Have you gone away to a magical land?
Are you captured by a demonic man?
I shall traverse the terrain and rescue you.
For your minstrelsy casts great spells on me.
If I find you, will you wave your wand?
And take us back to where we belong?

Sara

How can you be there?
When I am here in this place?
Let me be with you!

Rockford, IL

Today I go to Rockford, IL.
I am flying out at 8:20 so I won't get in until LATE!
This is my first business trip of my full time career.

Arousal

C
C it P's.
The C is clit.
The clit pulses.
Pulses like my beating heart,
between my legs.
Arousal.

CURSE

Red
Red like blood.
Blood like death.
Death comes soon with the curse.
The curse of a curse that you bring.

Chapter close

Nails are bitten.
The feelings inside, unwritten.
Harsh thoughts dance about your face.
Each one interlace.
As you ponder life's meaning.
Your chaotic mind intervening.
Where have you gone?
You look so withdrawn.
Please don't get lost.
Some day again, our paths will be crossed.

Many moons ago.

Our eyes met,
then lips.
Atop the building so many years ago.
Days later I found you,
wearing a technicolor shirt.
Then, I knew.
We were destined as friends,
but lovers,
We shall never be.
My love for you will never fade.
But the colors of the shirt from that night,
so many years ago,
they will.

Sitting

I sit.
Bored.
Floored.
Abhorred.
Injustice.
Inability.
Change.
Help.
Me.

Hai

A little haiku
I write these words just for you
Oh, beautiful one

Mr. MDoe's Opus

I keep checking for another rhyme, another verse.

Another few lines for me to rehearse.

Please don't deny me the splendor of your words.

Your effortless minstrelsy dances divinely.

With this, I ask you ever so kindly.

Bestow upon me another magical opus.

US

You, the enemy?
Destruction is all around
End the war within

Missing you

Missing you is hard to put in words

Like poetry, the rhymes don't flow

Our chemistry is like the songs of birds

Without you I just don't know

Laughter isn't as sweet without you by my side

People here they just don't understand me

I feel as though I need to run and hide

When I'm with you, those feelings will never be.

Work?

Sitting here, a drone I be
What wonder lies ahead of me?
A passion for something more
I urge to run free, through the door
But society holds me back here
Conventionality and normality keep me near
What senseless wisdom lies in my heart
My life, my world, it's nothing without art.