He sits and waits for some type of inspiration
To fuel the lack of motivation
But the passion died
The fire was put out
It burned on long and strong
but the embers just couldn't hold on
Everybody watched on
and suddenly the will was gone
The safest place for him to hide
Buried deep inside his mind
Where his dreams go to die
lost forever in time
When our dreams die
We lose something inside
and we can't hide the pain
the day the passion died

My stomach erupts sending butterflies up my esophagus and into my mouth. I keep it closed as they tickle the roof of my mouth and wait for you to look my way. I open my mouth for you to witness the beauty but you look away at the last second. The things I wanna say get lost watching them fly away and I'm left speechless once again. If only the butterflies could do the speaking for me.If only I could transform the butterflies into words...we could fly away together.

Yeah.. I think I may be a bit reserved from now on when it comes to commitment. It's def gonna take some time. I think it takes time to develop and has to happen through really getting to know a person(communication), trust, and the willingness on both parts to want to work to make it work. I guess you have to have soooo much love for a person, that you would do any thing for them. That commitment takes time.Not something to jump into. May be best to play the field and find the best connection. It's all so damn confusing. I could pontificate all day.

I actually wrote this awhile ago when I started hanging out with an ex of mine from high school that I had thought I was in love with.I basically had moved in with her and her two children and helped her with everything in the world but we were not hooking up. Then when I spilled my guts... She basically told me I was the perfect guy for a relationship but she wasn't ready for one. Then went on to tell me how she was a bad person and would prob end up cheating on me andshe cared too much about me to ever let that happen. I respected and admired the honesty but was totally heartbroken. It was a bad deal but it could have ended up a lot worse. so... this writing was about that ordeal

Geez... 66 people viewed and only 6 wrote? I must not seem that interesting.

I am growing older, though youth is contained in my blood as it pumps it way through my veins. My cerebellum awaits an answer to a question i haven't thought of yet.. where am I? What am I doing? Where will I go next? Am I complete? I say I am and comfortable with the loneliness that floods my heart but deep down I know it is an unhealthy lie that will only bring cat scans and tests for stress at some point in my later years. Why do I lie to myself. Will I wait forever. Sometimes opening my mouth is equivalent to slitting my own wrists which is something I would never do. It won't find me. How can something find you when you're not putting yourself out there to be found. Confidence is not an issue. It's the fear of rejection that I allow to bring me down. Dwell in past experiences long enough and they are liable to repeat themselves.Allow my youth filled blood to recycle itself and fill my brain with hope and understanding. Open up and start looking. I think I may be able to find you. But for now we're both lost.

I've been feeling down
Lately when you come around
and I'm not too proud
Of the things going thru my head right now
I'm conflicted
I'm feeling restricted
I can't be myself anymore
Know I know where we stand
I only have one foot on the floor
I'm off balance
Feeling incomplete
and obsolete
I'll never get the chance
To hold you close to me
I don't know what to say now
I'm feeling kinda dumb
I've felt rejection before
but now I just feel numb
I'm feeling numb

If there's another way
I can't see it from here
Let my imagination wander
try to get my head clear
So many choices made
Some had to be right
Percentages are not on my side
But I'm fighting the good fight
When will things go my way
It should have happened yesterday
It should have happened a long long time ago

A new beginning a start with fresh roots
Plant myself again and fertilize with truth
Sever my ties and readjust my eyes
Focus on what means most
Myself

Wow... Thanks... way to boost my esteem. Not the best pics.... workin on some new ones. Without the beard it's a baby face I swear. Thanks for your honesty.

I'm ready to fly to florida

You are breathtaking... but you spelled caring wrong... you spelled it careing. Wrong.

I think you are stunning ... wish you were a little older and closer to me. I'd take you out in a heartbeat.

Can some of you ladies out there take a look at my profile and let me know what you think? I'm new at this and not too sure what to put in my profile. I need some help!!!

We hold theses truths to be self evident
Chaos has been created by a blue blood president
Freedoms were lost with the patriot act
While we laid complacent and felt no need to react
And got smacked
we thought that we were getting revenge
But it was just another hidden agenda
They'll tell their lies till the end of time
But they're the lawmakers so there is no crime
The war wasn't because of an attack on our land
It was the result of a c students plan
To infect the world with democracy
Our nations being run by a new age nazi
Bloody boots and battered souls
No hope for tommorow
Nothings changed our lives deranged
A world of words where words wield war
Exhalt the idolater

I wish you the best. I am praying for you and your family.

Thanks!!!!

If you could only see what i see when I see you
Then there's noway you'd allow it to control you
Empty bottles and memories
Lost inside your head again
Never to be found again never to be thought again
You're slipping away from us again
Dependencies you're only friend
If you only heard what's being said
Then you would understand
Enlighten yourself can't you see it's time for change
Let your past go cuz time is slipping away
You're slipping away from us again

Drawing hope from dry wells.
I run backwards too often.
Tripping slipping flipping
Falling harder than a ton of bricks.
Optimism drips like a faucet into dry soil.
Never quite penetrating my root.
I hold on with my failing grip.
Waiting for another one of you to pick me up...
Only to wait for the fall.
When will the clock strike understanding?
When will my shoes stay tied?
I wait for the day when you see the only thing that will complete me is you.
And I don't even know your name.
Sometimes I don't know my own.
Confusion is becoming my best friend.
Really the only one I spend time with anymore.
I guess when I find you I'll know....
Unless I'm tying my shoes.

A pessimistic premonition takes it's toll on my soul
A sight into the future behind bars and alone
When did you become clairvoyant knowing all
Who are you to judge my tendencies

One way to be
A help to me is make me understand you
Don't open
Something you are not prepared for
Don't start this war with me

Don't judge the future
When you're living in the past
This is not an accident
we can't make this last
Nothing's happened yet
Nothing will at all
But know that if it does
I'll be the one that takes the fall

One way to be
a help to me is make me understand you
Don't open
something you are not prepared for
don't start this war with me

Please don't follow me
I can only hurt

Depends entirely on the attraction and circumstances.