Saturday, June 16, 2012

"Thash" Decision


So I think I’ve managed to hit a cross roads. Not just any form of cross roads but the type of cross roads you encounter when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.  That special kind of epiphany which causes you to possibly rethink even your most well put together and carefully crafted thoughts.  Now I hit this crossroads about a month a half ago when I was visited by a friend.  A friend that I have had a crush on for quite some time.  Just over 3 years to be exact.  Yes, many people feel that after one manages to exit the unfriendly confines of High School, scenarios that include having crushes should cease and completely disappear.  These same scenarios should especially never come attached with the notion that one would go over three long years and not say anything to this person.  Well many people don’t know exactly what the situation was three years ago that might have prevented this crush from being acted upon.  Then among those same many people who do know, they probably wouldn’t understand. 

So as not to completely bore you with the ins and outs of life’s trials & tribulations, which all of you have probably stumbled upon at some point in your own, we’ll just say that this crush wasn’t acted upon due to “circumstances”.   If that isn’t enough of an explanation for you, then I’m quite sorry because that is all that you are going to get.  During your child years, you learn than imagination is probably the best means of entertainment you can have. So I simply suggest that you pull that same imagination out of the attic in your head, dust off the cobwebs and use it to make those “circumstances” I was speaking about before become anything you would like them to be.  Thank you.

Now that I’m finished aimlessly carrying on about circumstances and imagination, I’ll attempt to get to my point.  Like I stated before, I hit a crossroads about a month and half ago when a certain friend came to visit me.  Having had gone through said “circumstances”, I had come to my own conclusion regarding the opposite sex and formulated my own personal theory on them.  I’ll also spare you the specifics of that very genius theory as to not spark any debates.  Regardless of what the theory was, it was proven during that visit that there was an exception to it.  If you haven’t figured it out just yet, my friend was the exception.  The lone and sole exception to something I felt I had created so well it couldn’t possibly have any leaks, any air holes, flaws, weaknesses, whatever you want to call it.  But she managed to find the smallest of cracks, the miniscule of chinks in the armor and here’s the craziest part; she did it without even trying.  She didn’t even know she was doing it.  Heck, I didn’t know that she was doing it.  Not until it was already too late.

The Unicorn




There was a while there when I was afraid to approach you
A time when I only sought after you from a distance
Kept to myself because I didn’t want to frighten you away
To say that I was a silent hunter wouldn’t even be correct
Because the truth is I wasn’t hunting, I was merely admiring
Trying to take in everything that was you
I only say everything because if I was to take the time
To list each and everything about you that I love
We would both be old by the time I finished
But only you would remain as beautiful as you are now

There are different names to describe creatures as amazing as you
But only one seems fitting for you
Mythical, majestic, graceful and very difficult to catch
So I call you my Unicorn
Truly one of a kind, sights like you are very hard to come by
I bided my time hoping for a chance
And finally, eventually I got it

My Unicorn
I say it again because it’s still hard to believe
Hard to believe that you’re finally mine
Even as I still watch you, still smell you
Still hold you; I am still in awe of you
I still can’t believe that I actually have you
And even now I sometimes feel as if I don’t

Not because of anything you have done
But because reality says that as difficult as it was to catch you
It’s got to be 100 times harder to keep you
People say once you’ve caught a Unicorn
It’s not a Unicorn to you anymore
Since you have captured it, that desire you had will fade away
Until you find another one

I disagree
There aren’t any others out there
Not for me
I can’t see anything past you
There are legendary creations in this world
And I managed to catch the best one
There will never be another one like her
So to me, you are, and will always be…
                                                  …my Unicorn




Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Her

Her smile...

Her smile shines brighter than the sun, moon and every other star combined.
So bright that you would even be able to see them during the day. 
In fact they are so bright that you could honestly compare her teeth to a string of constellations that would make you wanna lay on the grass and just stare up at them all night.

Her lips...

Her lips are like diving into your bed after having the hardest day you've ever had in your life.
Then having that same bed change into a tropical vacation that lasts forever.
And those lips are always coated in lipgloss that just so happen to be the exact flavor fruit that you were craving that entire day.

Her skin...

Her skin is like a silk blanket that you would be afraid to wrap yourself in because you wouldn't want to ruin it with your own germs and body funk.
You just stroke it every so often to remind yourself of what heaven feels like.

Her eyes...

Looking into her eyes is like peering into pure beauty.
Beauty so pure that if it could be transferred into a drug, you wouldnt be able to afford it at its street value.
You'd be better off by-passing the easy to notice handshake you would give "that guy on the corner" and just go straight to the Colombian fields yourself and get the wholesale price from the Cartel dealer down there.

Bring it back to your place and cut it the way that you want.

But heres the thing,
                             you can't cut this kind of beauty.
It's already chopped and screwed just the way you want it.
That's what makes her so special, she's just the way you want her.

If you could take what she was and melt her down into a fiery ball of pretty, then take that same ball of raw gorgeous and mold it into whatever the most absolute flawless woman would be to you, you would simply find yourself with a finished product the same as what you began with.

You'd be nearly unable to determine a way to describe what she was exactly, but there is one name and only one name that just gets it right;
                                                                                 Nicole.
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