First Meetings

Upon first meeting you,
I knew it was going to be
Something special.

I knew you would easily
Capture my every shard of attention,
And hold me entrapped in you.

I knew,
Oh I knew,
But I didn't turn away.

Cause who could turn away
From something so interesting as
A man who would do so much
Great annihilation.

Body Language

I don't notice eyes.
Not really, atleast.
People say they're
The window to your soul
And they can be,
But the body tells so much more.

Not to mention,
That short people
Have to really stare up hard
To get a glimpse of a tall person's.
And when you stand real close,
Like I love to do,
You can't ever really
Get that good stare going.

So I get annoyed with friends,
When they ask me,
What color are his eyes?!
Cause if I like the guy.
I'm snuggled up close,
Not moving an inch away.
No matter if I can't see into his soul.
Cause I've got my window,
In is body.

Punching

I'm lonely,
No one remembers me,
They loose me
And don't use me.

I am such a useful tool
I don't take up much room
I'm not even that heavy.

But no one loves me
No one even likes me.
And why?

Because there's a bigger,
heavier,
one out.

So it can do more work,
Its also bulky,
And you don't ever
See any one caring around one them.

Its all because
I am only one hole.
Its three.
The world is so prejudice.

So I didn't know what to write about so I asked my teacher what she was thinking about and her awnser was "Where to get a one hole hole puncher." So I did it. I made a poem in the eyes of a hole puncher. I'm proud of myself cause I don't usually write like this.

Were what?

Pages turn
And I see an aray of creatures.
Big,
Small,
Ugly,
Beautiful.

But none
Are me.
Er, well none fit me.
They have human,
But those who know me
Wonder.

I'm not even one creature
Some bizzare cross
Of dog,
Horse,
And human.

Most of the human comes across
In looks.
I compare so closely,
No one can choose one or
The other.

Samples of my blood
Show nothing but,
The same question.
The only thing that will tell,
Is the next full moon.

Heaven

Two years older,
Tall,
Sexy,
Smart,
Funny,
Sweet,
Entertaining.

Whats not to love?

He works,
At a store I love,
And has good hours.

He can drive us both,
In his little car.
It might be a bit,
Beaterish
But it gets him from one place to another!

And he's just as perverted as me...
Which everyone knows,
Is absolutely amazing.

He even
Plays the guitar.
Whats hotter then a rocker?

One that's
Dark,
And savy,
Just like me.

I think I'm in heaven!!!!!

Full Out

Bouncing like a maniac,
Is not that much fun,
Especially,
When you have boobs.

It hurts.

I push a bit with my seat
And we're cantering off.
Its more freeing
Then anything in the world.

My body is completely and utterly
In rhythm with his.
We get to the over flow from the pound,
And I push him just the slightest,
My heart pounding,
I really didn't want to end up in it.

He crashes through
Like a movie poster.
Spray flies to hit every where
And drench his underbelly.

Now we're on the back stretch.
He knows it,
I know it,
He takes initiative.

That girl in Flicka
Didn't have a clue what she was doing.
Cause I'm galloping my horse in a dressage saddle
Not impeding him at all.

We hit the home stretch,
And there's nothing faster in the world.
He and I are one,
And I can't help but wonder,
Why wasn't he successful?

day off

I took my day off yesterday.