Give someone a shove,
and they take flight.
Give one some love,
and they take your night.

Take someone’s breath away,
and they give you love.
Take the time in a day,
and they give answers from above.

When the most beautiful words I never spoke

Are at the tip of my tongue and then I choke

On the possibility that you might respond

And then we€™ll meet, and I€™ll grow fond

Of the way your hair slowly covers your eye

Or the way your hand gently brushes mine

Or how the blood from my heart rushes

At every one of your sparking touches

Forcing my eyes to shut and body stilled

A quick deep breath and my lungs are filled

I can€™t move. The only thing moving is my mind

And all the images of you that it can find

Projected onto the back of my eyelids as a screen

Debuting a movie that no one else has seen

Or ever will, because once I regain sight

And start to gaze at the most beautiful thing in my life

The movie goes back into production inside my head.

But maybe I€™ll get to catch a sneak peak as I sleep in my bed.

All this goes on in the matter of seconds

And when it€™s all over, my heart beckons

For another moment just like it

A moment where my body won€™t fight it

How your touch invokes something so intangible

So much beyond anything imaginable

And all I can do is imagine us there

At that same table, at that same restaurant

At the same time, and our bodies in the same spot

Your eyes focused on mine, and mine on yours

And we stop time around us for what seems like hours

Just you and I continuing our lives without the world around us

And we€™ll continue talking about how love found us

And put us together for the very first time

How everything was easy as it just fell into line

I never knew what I was looking for until I met you

I never knew how to act until I watched what you do

When you talk to people that you don€™t know

How they walk away after with a certain glow

And as for me, I€™m a lighthouse shining bright

Protecting your shores from lost ships at night

Letting them know that I am guarding your beaches

And that tonight, land will be out their reaches

They€™ll have to set anchor in the ocean as blue

As the eyes I€™m staring at; the eyes of you.

This was a poem I wrote back in February of 2007 I was reminded of it when I watched this short film:

Nuit Blanche from Spy Films on Vimeo.

As I walk down Memory Lane,
The past runs like a river behind me.
Over the cliff, down the steep hill,
Trees protect us from falling back down.
They block the clear view of the river,
As mental scars block the pain of memories.
If we descend down the cliff of time passed,
And lose our footing, our bodies become like a plinko chip
Tumbling down, but never knowing where we’ll stop.
Some have made it down without a bruise.
Some have even taken out a tree or two.
Though you feel so close to all the river from above,
The view is always better from the top.
Though you think you’ll make it down just fine,
You’ll never make it back up to where you were.
Where you are. Where I am. Where we are.
As I walk further from the cliff’s view,
I look back, and wonder where I’d be without you.
Probably lost, injured, and hungry, somewhere in that valley
Foolishly looking for something familiar, but not knowing what.
With my hands hidden from the cold in my pocket,
I face the future, and begin walking.
Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.
Left foot, right foot…

Some text is clearly written. We consider this normal and expected.
If I wRiTe In AlTeRnAtInG-cApS oN a ReSuMe, It WiLl MoSt LiKeLy Be ReJeCtEd.
Some text we italicize to whisper quietly, but words never make a sound.
Underlining words makes sure what we’ve written is found.
When Jesus spoke, he apparently spoke in red.
All 2 cmnly, we abbrv. what u said.
I can ^say something without you knowing, by changing the <font color> to white,
Maybe a secret, an "easter egg", or just something to spite.
I’m fascinated at the replacements or tools we have in place,
To relay the intonations, hand gestures, or looks on a face.
Text to symbols of <3, , ,
But love, happy, and sad, aren’t as simple as that.
Just different people using different ways to express differences.
Whether boldly, quietly, OSTENTATIOUSLY, or whatever the variance is.
There’s no point here, or "." as some _say.
I hope I chose the right way(s) on the right day…

This is a creative writing assignment from Dawn. 

I never wanted it to end like this.  It’s cold outside as I put on my coat and walk away from us, from you, from the place I never wanted to leave.  My chin is up though, because I know the revolutions we talked about in your bed were never going to march on the streets.  They’ll stay there, neatly wrapped and placed on the shelf next to your incense and books you never have time to read.  Maybe it’s my fault for falling for your mind and your passion, but I’d like to blame you for not being smart enough to realize the potential you possess.  The thoughtful riot i saw in you, through the eye of my mind, was just a better place to play than the reality of our separate lives.  I loved you, and all I hold dear, I learned from you.  Though I can’t promise I’ll never look back, I can promise you it will never be in anger.

I walked down Church Street today.
I never really thought about those who were there before me.
I walked past many people who were stopped.
I felt like the outsider or scab going to work.
I walked thinking about how my bag was slowing me down,
and how that was a bad thing.
I walked with purpose and destination in mind,
but I found it difficult to get there easily.
I walked and I never looked up.
I kept looking straight ahead to see where I was going.
I walked and noticed a few people standing.
I noticed a few people.
I walked all the way to where I was expected to go,
but I never expected not to be human.

Watching the wind blow by
Watching the clouds cover the sky
Watching the rain camouflage tears
Watching the leaves wither with fears.

Seeing the sky fill over by a shadow
Seeing the lightning strobe the below
Seeing the debris wrestle with the wind
Seeing leaves on trees which they’re pinned.

Hearing the wind rattle the screens
Hearing the rain fall like beans
Hearing the thunder dampen screams
Hearing this storm, interrupts my dreams.

Because you can wing it
And just hope and pray
for a little bit of sun
and not a drop of rain

Because you don’t need me
But you want to hear and see
How I can help you plan your daily drive
Leave a little early; storm comes at five.

Because I will warn you
When a storm is on the way
Or when to set the kids’ curfew
But I’m still around, when skies come back to blue.

Because you like my blue screen
Or whatever it is that goes on behind me
I know what I’m talking about, when it’s not there
I orchestrate this whole deal, to let you know I care.

Because I’m wrong, but try so hard
You accept my flaws, and trust me still
You stay faithful, and I try not to let you down
I’ll do better next time.  I promise, I will.

$emo = rand();

class dreamgirl{  var $family;  var $body;  var $faith;  var $humor;  var $intelligence;  var $sanity;  var $ambition;  var $interest;   function PhysicalAttraction()  {    foreach($attributes as $key => $value){    return $value;}  }

  function PersonalityCompatibility()  {    while($personality>0 && $interest!=NULL){ 	GetToKnow($personality);	$personality--;	NextStep($thisgirl);	}else EXIT;  }

$thisgirl = new dreamgirl();

>Error on line 21, function "NextStep" not defined.

L is for the immediate redirection your life takes
When you need to make the immediate left
But you made the right and slammed on your brakes.

O is the infinite loop and you can’t get out
You’re covering the ground you’ve already covered
No tangents here, just a round about.

V points the direction, which is currently down
or maybe it’s for the really sharp turn that usually comes up
Either way, watch out for it, and the signs that abound.

E is for emo, an emo kid like me
who sits and thinks of words to rhyme
that spell love in the form of poetry.