13-31 Stupid,Stupid Child

As mentioned in the previous post, (that’s your cue to read it) from now till Valentines Day we will review crappy love poetry from men ages 13 to 31 to see if they ever learn a damn thing.   Yes VD is pretty far away, but we have a lot of horribly sappy, horribly written prose to go though in that time.   Hopefully it will be interesting.  Worry not, after 13-31 I am going to bring back the cynicism with the vengence.  I may even have to talk about VD’s (the other VD) for a few months just to get my dignity back.

As we go along so does the age of the authors, therefore we are dealing with some puppy love here.  Stupid, stupid children.

First Poem

A wise man once said

desire was the root of suffering.

But if that were true

My desire for you

Would kill me.

Buddhist?  Hell of a title too.

Farewell Emptiness

Farewell emptiness

For I have found love.

To be whole again

As the child I once was.

Dude, you are child!

So Close

So close, yet so far away,

Why shall I be tortured this way?

What sin did I commit

to be punished this much?

I love her, I want her

but how could I tell her such?

I see her eyes, I speak with her

She’s always with in reach

Alas, a foul thing it is

for love you cannot teach.

If he was a bit older, I’d have a comment about vomiting.

Frozen

I can’t hide from the truth.

For my heart surely sees

That you withhold the soul

Made perfect for me.

Low expectations, childish intimidation

Births my fear of thee.

And so to pray

- for another day,

a time where you are for the taking

and I with fear forsaken.

As she listens sincerely

A quality scarcely found in the human eye,

And as sweet grin appears smoothly

I find myself frozen.

Gentle features, where her beauty only pales

In comparison with her spirit.

Grow some balls kid!

Words Being Better

I can’t hide from the truth.

For my heart surely sees

That you withhold the soul

Made perfect for me.

Low expectations, childish intimidation

Births my fear of thee.

And so to pray

- for another day,

a time where you are for the taking

and I with fear forsaken.

As she listens sincerely

A quality scarcely found in the human eye,

And as sweet grin appears smoothly

I find myself frozen.

Gentle features, where her beauty only pales

In comparison with her spirit.

Words being bet?….virgin.

Mouse

I start to see subtle signals, a rustle in the wind swept weeds,

My tail begins to flick and flicker, as you tease as you please

I have caught your movements now, eyes a bright and focused carefully.

Never mutter even a faint meow, waiting still so patiently

With in my claws the game will find its closing,

a move so swift from crouch to pounce.

Unless you are the merely toying, and I,

I am the wary mouse!

I am detecting brain development here, this kid went on to invent the prenuptial agreement.

Sunning

Sunning is how she feels

and love as water flows,

The calm stream within a fluid existence

of rumbling rivers and unpredictable shores,

To bathe in the current

and need no more to dream of an oasis.

Is this kid a fish?  Wait..lots of wet talk here…hmmm

That’s a good start.  Next time 13-31 will move out of the kiddie crap and on to lustful punk ass’s.