disenchanted627

My little accident....

2008-09-21T20:47:05Z

In life we all get to have an accident or two.

You’re my accident.

“We’ll always have a thing”

Blurs with colors and words spoken,

But never really meant.

“I said it didn’t matter, because I’ll wait for her”

But you would never wait for me.

In fact you always said that you weren’t ready to date,

Before moving on to the flavor of the week.

And the countless relationships I’ve ruined,

Because of your misspoken words.

Your lies and what you wanted me to believe.

You’re my mistake.

And I will continue to make you.

I’ll slouch further,

Wear lower cut shirts.

Gently graze my fingers across your thigh.

No I didn’t mean it.

I didn’t touch you on purpose,

But lies aren’t believe coming from my lips.

Lips numb from begging and praying,

That someday.

You’d love me to.

But I know better.

My fingers claw at my face and neck as I try,

In what seems to be vein to tear you off my skin.

To get the way you smell of my clothes and out of my head.

I hate the way your skin feels on mine,

Only because I love the way your skin feels on mine.

And I’m trying to forget that first kiss.

You lips on mine.

It was heaven then, but not anymore.

And maybe your right and I never could articulate

The way I feel about you in so many more words then you have for me.

Because you have three main ones.

And I’m tired of them.

Don’t expect me to hang on for ever.

Wired and Unplugged

2008-06-27T06:32:24Z

Wired and Unplugged

One night a week.

People pack themselves into a little café on the corner.

Next to the biker bar and the local farmers market

This is the place, that every Thursday people gather.

All the people are different. And yet. . .

The are all pulled together. One simple thing holds them.

It is the love of poetry.

The twisting metaphors for love and lust.

Life and death. The way life has changed,

From one generation to the next.

Displayed in sweeping words, that depending on the poet,

May have more in the meaning then just what that one word implies.

This is where the veteran comes to read his own poetic memoirs

Of a war the he may never be able to get out of his head.

Where the man with a love of writing what he feels, about Chili one week

And the childhood tale of hide-and-go-seek the next.

Where the one teen that has lost a battle to himself

But week after week bares his soul to the room comes to tell what he feels or thinks.

I would be lying if I said that he doesn’t captivate me.

He tells of the teacher that changed his life and then passed out of it.

And the man who’s seen maybe more then anyone else in the room.

Whom due to his triumph over a disease, that is caused by the bottle

Of amber colored liquor, has hit rock bottom and survived.

To the girl with dreads and a smooth voice who says over and over,

In the back of my mind V-e-l-o-u-r-i-a

The occasional readier will join the midst.

From the features who stand out vividly in my mind.

Like the man who’s poems are continues interlinked chapters.

Or maybe the half black, half Pilipino, who I would vote for to be

President, even if the rest of the world wouldn’t.

Or maybe even the old, young man who sat on stage

And with his hands wove a story with his words

So intense and enamoring, they ripped the attention

From his audience and caused something so special

I almost wonder if it was a dream.

These are the people who I have seen for the past four or so months.

Not all of them do I know by name.

But there faces are familiar to me.

Some of them are friends. Some people I’m almost afraid to talk to,

Worried that I would say something and they wouldn’t find it as witty as I

Intended. And a few that I look up to.

Because they are different and they don’t care if you know it.

There confidence can almost be touched.

I wish I was like that. But maybe in a few years some

Teenage girl will stand here in my place and say

“hey! She is really cool! I want to be like her”

Youtube and its stupid way of killing all the good stuff off....(A Rant)

2008-02-01T04:58:11Z

I'm not sure who if anyone is going to read this but gosh darn it im mad! As a
few of you may know the makers of some very good abriged series have had there accounts on youtube hacked and deleted. I personally am very upset about this. Now i'm sure there are plenty of poeple that this has happened to, but i'm aminly going to focus on Lanipator and Team Dattebayo.

So to start Lani. He is the amazingly talented maker of Yu yu Hakusho Abriged. He is also the maker of Yusuke Rants 1,2,3&4 He also made Yusuke sells his soul to Youtube and one of the most informative videos i have ever seen on Medical Merrajouna. Something else you might have heard is that Lanis back up account 'Lanipatwo' is still okay. Well guess what ITS NOT. Youtube, got rid of his account like the little b****es they are. GAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for Team Dattebayo what more can i say but that Dethnote abriged was creatted by this mastermind and I am forever grateful.

~So in closeing i'm disenchanted627, and this is my rant. Thanks for reading have a good day, night what ever. ^.^ (I feels Better)

-Foxy.

Wellll.........Chapter One.

2007-10-20T03:24:27Z

{One Night In Rydendice.}

Brendon sighed as he stood quietly from his bunk and walked down the hall his fuzzy bright pink slippers making a slight pitter pat noise when he struck the linoleum. He rummaged in the fridge for a bit before deciding on chocolate milk and Oreos. He sat down on the couch and looked down smiling to himself, as he examined his ducky boxers. This had become routine, Brendon would get up find something to eat and drink and then sit down on the couch. He would sit there for a while and then Ryan would come striding down the hall way and get a glass of juice and then sit on the couch next to Brendon and they would talk about anything while huddling to each other for warmth. Tonight Ryan was wearing a bright pink shirt that said in black letters “Define Girlfriend” and black silk boxer shorts with a big cow on the right ass cheek.

Brendon held back a giggle as Ryan passed him and he sunk further into the cushions while he waited shivering lightly in he spring cold. Ryan sat next to him and yawned running a hand through his already tousled hair and smacking his lips the way one does after waking up for a semi deep sleep. Ryan scooted over towards Brendon more and rested his head on his shoulder breathing in his scent. Brendon who at this point was beside him self with the urge to just go AWWWWW!! Tried to hold in another giggle and failed….miserable. Ryan opened on eye and snuck a peek up at Brendon’s well sculptured face only to discover that Brendon was looking down at him tenderly. There was something different with the duo. Brendon was thinking about how cute Ryan looked and Ryan was thinking about how eerily quiet Brendon was being. Ryan shifted braking contact with Brendon’s warm brown eyes. For some reason he had the strong urge to reach out and trace his lips and…WHAT THE HELL? He yelled in his head this was wrong he was straight he like girls no he LOVED them. But….he loved Brendon too… Brendon was watching the emotions play across Ryan’s face and trying to figure out what was going on.

“Hey Ry?” he whispered into Ryan’s ear. Ryan shuddered as Brendon’s warm air came into contact with his skin and Brendon frowned bulling the afghan off the couch and draping around the smaller boy. “What Ben?” he asked looking grateful for the blanket but on the inside he was sad to no longer have the skin on skin contact. “You okay?” Brendon asked resting his head on top of Ryan’s. Ryan muttered a “yes” snuggling into Brendon’s side. After sitting in silence for like 10 minuets Ryan snuck a look up again, relived the Bren was looking out the window at the lights down below. “Hey Bren?” Ryan whispered. “Yeah?” Brendon answered looking down at Ryan. Ryan quickly made up his mind. He sat up suddenly and kissed Brendon, cherishing the feel Brendon’s soft warm lips under his. Brendon moaned into the kiss and Ryan lick along his bottom lip asking for entry. Brendon obliged opening his moth and meeting Ryan’s tongue in a, very wet, slobbery dance. Ryan pushed Brendon backwards and straddled his hips. He nipped at Brendon’s collar bone, smirking at the small sounds of satisfaction coming from the man beneath him. It may be wrong but it was love right? That was the last thought Ryan had before surrendering to his urges.

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The next morning Spencer walked in to see Ryan and Brendon curled up together in a massive heap of limbs and blanket. Finally he thought before walking back to his bed stopping in to worn John. “They finally did it huh?” John asked fallowed by a quiet “Well I’ll be damned!” before he rolled back over and went back to sleep. Spencer smiled to himself and closed his door behind him quietly.

~~End~~