NIFOC

Don't understand what's going on
Woke up this morning,
All the hurt was gone
This is a new beginning
I'm back in the land of the living

Friday, December 03, 2004

AT A DISTANCE


They both sit together at a comfortable distance
Neither too far nor too close...

In silence, he looks at her from head to toe...
Carefully memorizing every single square inch of skin
She allows him to see...
Which is not much anyway...

She musters a friendly smile...
He smiles back...

He desperately wants to get closer and hug her...
Kiss her passionately on her mouth
And tell her that he loves her...

He would give anything to unbotton her blouse, unhook her bra...
And gently fondle her breasts and suck on her nipples
Reaching down, he wants nothing more
Than to unzip her jeans completely
Letting his fingers playfully slide down her body
And into her underwear...

But tonight as every other night for the last year...
He won't lift a finger to do any of that...
She wants him at a distance
And at a distance is where he has learned to be...

She musters a friendly smile...
He smiles back...

He turns his face away towards the window...
Stares into the horizon
A single tear starts to spring from his eye

But then...
he feels a soft and tender kiss on his cheek
and a cozy and warm feeling fills him up
and he catches himself mustering a smile
'cause now he knows... now he feels in his heart...
that every little thing is gonna be alright...



Tuesday, November 30, 2004

What Should I write?

I'm sitting here in my underwear staring at the screen...
Blank... nothing...
I stare at the keyboard for a while and it doesn't help much...

What should I write?
Should I speak of love? Should I write a poem?
Should I invent some silly story again?
Should I write a song? Should I write an essay?
Should I write something funny? something sad?
Should I pour my soul onto the keyboard?
Should I cry injustice? Should I complain and pressure?
Should I demand my rights and my fair share?
Should I throw a tantrum? Should I fight?
Should I write about sex?
Should I write about my fantasies and desires?
Should I post naked pictures of myself instead?
Should I use force? Should I use irony?
Should I be direct? Should I become an asshole?
Should I just not write anything?

Is there anything at all I can write
that can make a difference whatsoever?

Sunday, November 28, 2004

See me... feel me... touch me... love me... heal me.
See me... feel me... touch me... love me... heal me.

Listening to you I get the music.
Gazing at you I get the heat.
Following you I climb the mountain.
I get excitement at your feet!