crushes, writer's block, and smexual poetry
Sooo, I have a crush on the dude that sits next to me during English... And, yeah, not much to say besides that. 'Course it's a crush that borders slightly as fangirling... >_<
It's odd. I haven't really crushed on anyone in a while now. Not since last year. I mean, the only reason I was interested in Anthony was 'cause he told me he liked me... Ehh... I don't want to be in a relationship anyway. I don't think I'd make a good girlfriend, I think I'd just end up using them for their body like in my last (and only) "serious" relationship. Yep. I use them for their bodies. >_>;;
Like Chris. He was a nice guy I suppose, but I if I'm honest (and I make a point in being honest) I really didn't like him or care about him all that much. I mean, I liked kissing him and stuff, but other then that nada. Nothing. Well, he was hot. So yeah, not girlfriend material.
I'm also suffering from writer's block. Totally sucks. I want to write crack but I've noticed that most of my ideas are really serious shit and while I want to write about it I can't seem to put it down. Also, my mom's being all RAWR right now. I thought her new job calmed her down a bit but I guess not really.
I have a feeling a very big part of her mood is my fault. *headdesk*
I wrote some poetry, though, which I haven't done fore a very long while. They're more personal than a lot of the stuff I've done lately and I'm wondering whether that's a good or bad thing. I think it means that I'm being more honest/open with myself when it comes to my "art" and if that's the case then YAY!! XDDD
I feel like I'm growing up and that scares me sometimes.
FEAST
I'm walking down the hallway
when I see a couple
safely cocooned against the
cold winter air.
Another look reveals:
Her head thrown back
(in such exquisite ecstasy)
The way he nuzzles her
(hot kisses down her neck)
Her hand as it guides his mouth
(lower...
.....lower...
........lower...)
TOPLESS
Past midnight and I'm out on my own
The park is so quiet and
The summer breeze
Feels so good
Against my skin
Poetry under the cut.
It's odd. I haven't really crushed on anyone in a while now. Not since last year. I mean, the only reason I was interested in Anthony was 'cause he told me he liked me... Ehh... I don't want to be in a relationship anyway. I don't think I'd make a good girlfriend, I think I'd just end up using them for their body like in my last (and only) "serious" relationship. Yep. I use them for their bodies. >_>;;
Like Chris. He was a nice guy I suppose, but I if I'm honest (and I make a point in being honest) I really didn't like him or care about him all that much. I mean, I liked kissing him and stuff, but other then that nada. Nothing. Well, he was hot. So yeah, not girlfriend material.
I'm also suffering from writer's block. Totally sucks. I want to write crack but I've noticed that most of my ideas are really serious shit and while I want to write about it I can't seem to put it down. Also, my mom's being all RAWR right now. I thought her new job calmed her down a bit but I guess not really.
I have a feeling a very big part of her mood is my fault. *headdesk*
I wrote some poetry, though, which I haven't done fore a very long while. They're more personal than a lot of the stuff I've done lately and I'm wondering whether that's a good or bad thing. I think it means that I'm being more honest/open with myself when it comes to my "art" and if that's the case then YAY!! XDDD
I feel like I'm growing up and that scares me sometimes.
FEAST
I'm walking down the hallway
when I see a couple
safely cocooned against the
cold winter air.
Another look reveals:
Her head thrown back
(in such exquisite ecstasy)
The way he nuzzles her
(hot kisses down her neck)
Her hand as it guides his mouth
(lower...
.....lower...
........lower...)
TOPLESS
Past midnight and I'm out on my own
The park is so quiet and
The summer breeze
Feels so good
Against my skin
Poetry under the cut.