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.