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No poem

Inspiration escapes me,
The muse, frightened at the sight of me runs away,
I don’t know what to do,
I panic!
My poem is not a poem,
It’s just a thought.
Maybe sex,
Maybe love . . . No!
Maybe blood,
Maybe death . . . Yes!



Soooo, I was watching Bones on Netflix and my mind started wondering. I am not sure why or how but it came to rest upon him.
I tend to fall in love quite easily, I tend to let my imagination fly without restrain and see a future together, see the potential in us. Of course, is always a construct and, on occasion for a short time it can become a reality. But, in the past, until now, until him I would . . . My mind and my heart would wonder and imagine the future life of all that could be. But not with him.

With him I cannot envision a life together, I cannot see the potential that we could have, there are no thoughts of tomorrow or thoughts of a relationship or . . . There are no visions of the future with him. And yet he never leaves me, he never leaves my thoughts.

With him there are only thoughts of sex and conversations,
With him there are only thoughts of his smile and his voice,
With him there are only leaping hearts and flying butterflies.

When I close my eyes I see him smiling and . . . I feel . . .
I feel something I cannot describe, something that makes me smile, something that makes me  . . . different. Different because I don’t want dinner dates together and the possibility of a future, I don’t believe we are meant for each other, I . . . I just want to lay in his arms, maybe not forever but as much as I can and hear his voice softly talking to me.

I just want sex and conversation. Nothing more. But is so strange because I don’t think I love him but I could.

It is strange because is only sex, but more than sex, it’s what I feel.
Confusion, elation, joy, sadness, more confusion, lust, desire, desire to run either to him or away from him, fear, self-consciousness, lust, lust and the irrational desire to be near him.

Love at work, or sex, or the lack there of

I decided to star running. At my third attempt I ran for 7 minutes and power walked at a steady pace for 53 minutes. Not bad.
And all the time I was power-walking I was thinking about a certain co-worker, how attractive he is and about his naked body, oh and all the shady and cozy spots at the park where we could have sex.

The problem is we don’t co-exist on the same sex universe, meaning I am thinking about doing him and. . .  I don’t think that he is thinking of doing me.

I have been thinking

I met someone somewhere, and he tried in all the wrong ways. Or maybe he tried all the right ways but for the wrong reason, I prefer to think that he tried for the right reason the wrong way. I have been thinking about him and wondering if he’s been thinking about me, again, somehow I believe he has not been thinking about me, but it would be nice if he had. Mainly I think this because I think and thought he wanted only sex. But it would be nice if he wanted something more.

Now, I met him and didn’t play along, I don’t regret it but I wish he was one to want something different and try harder. I know I am worth trying harder but somehow not all men get this (?). Now, I have been wondering many other things, maybe he googles himself, that would be actually hilarious! And maybe I will google him and see what comes up, or look him up on Facebook or . . . Maybe I will stalk him on-line – Which will be really creepy, but now I’m really tempted. In fact,  I am going to do that right noe.

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Oooohhhh! I just saw a picture of him and his dog. Oh fuck it! I’m human and I’m curious. Also, he is cute 😉

Randon Thoughts Before Bed

  1. I hate attorneys
  2. I forgot that you kissed my nose in your car, in the rain. God was that over a year ago already?
  3. Yes, I have to get on with my decision of healthier eating habits
  4. Yes, that thought is really hard to materialize
  5. Sex was good, but I do miss talking to you
  6. Am I growing old because of thought #5?
  7. Great (not really) now I can only think of you and your thoughts have obliterated the rest of my thoughts . . .
  8. Wait, I feel  a thought happroaching . . . Benedict Cummerbatch???
  9. Your thoughts cannot really obliterate mine, because technically they’re all my thoughts…
  10. Tomorrow’s Friday, I can make it one more day