Inline

Wasted no time at all,
Headed straight to install,
Executing sprints and dashes, and
Eventually the fall surges,
Laughing adrenaline pumping
Swiftly with the breeze blowing.

Yellow

I'm ready! I'm ready!
To hit the road
and have a date
with my baby!

C'mon woohoo!
Done the chores
and packed up,
now I'm good!

An Ode to December 2010

Whereof I write, I wrote them in time
There off in a loft a space entirely mine;
Gripping a pen and paper, letting flow,
Words to bump in itself invoking glow,
Evoking emotions to muster a stir
As I remember today I bestir
Of our timely union, a year-long given
With many more ahead thriven..

..to our anniversary ♥

Holiday

A lasting mode
in a cherishing tone,
are the days I have been
happy, happier even
in my dreams, I escape
to this day and state.

Endearing

To my best friend,

she is amazingly the best;

hence now I can,
I can cook thee a simple dine,
and drive ye around
all day round

whilst being the best,

the best a boyfriend could,
protecting thee from harm,
guarding

and providing the best,

the best yet experience,
one that I can provide.

Preparations

Things to pack,
quite a lot in fact
and I have much to do;
lets' hope nothing I lack.

Hurdle

This is your one last push,
one more day to succumb;
you can do it, shush -
believe you can and overcome!

Desk Top

Again we meet, my dearest companion.
In times where I have words to speak,
you aid me and provide me with ease;
enabling my very thoughts be concise
and precise not to mention it suffice,
to keep me sane as I pout and crease,
missing her tremendously as I speak...
and with that I shall await for our reunion.

Meet.

I was running up and down,
to the toilet back and forth,
checking over and again,
for her mum's favor I wish to gain.

I drove down the highway,
arrived, and had Manhattan!
Despite inside I feel the pain,
babyy's presence I just wish to gain.

Sixteen Twothousand And Ten

Bountiful wishes, calls from abroad,
Thank You - telling all in one accord
for remembering my birthday,
where I shed tears on this day.

Hiatus

It has been some time, lovely,
a time all preppy and crappy
and what not feeling happy,
for the time which we spent,
together, of a time we rent
from our individual lives; we went

...on a hiatus.

Sparlike

Once upon a time,
I sparred with the wall,
was infuriated
though flat and dull.

Had a go then at a post -
a concrete column,
and that hurts the most,
fracturing a toe or two.

A scar for life. No
never silly no more.
Patiently does it now
controlling unlike before.

Endorphin

The mind is sometimes capable,
to ward, bear and yet still unable
at zeroing the hurt the heart felt;
so slumber now to ease it shalt.

Scutum

I want to hold ye closely as I could,
hug ye firmly the way ye likes it,
and reassuringly comfort as I would
for the times ye heave anger in a sigh.

Looking Forward

I long and I wait
for a Friday I wake,
to her morning I bid,
and to our date for the week.

It cheers just to think,
and wonders my heart to sing,
as together a time we spend
yet, Friday, it hardly can.

Boxed

I am opening the plastic
to folding this into something,
keeping letters and all nostalgic
to remembering, to preserving,
picturing writes visually poetic,
cherishing them with passion a loving.

An Influx

A journey I pave,
at that spur moment I gave
it a thought - to be with her tonight;
and that gave hope a beautiful sight.
It is to be remembered, forever
this bind I am passionate over her,
to be in her arms, to slumber to sleep
just tonight, a Thursday night I keep,
together, together with her laughing,
smiling and moreover, studying.

Unanimously

For it was spontaneous,
I lack the words to plan,
to construct nor to mention
beforehand, to fellow friends
hence, there, my silent sanction.

Contact

Dawn broke a good night
as morn' draws enlightenment,
rising our hearts from a good fight,
a good sleep, a slumber refinement.

Dusk excites me once again
as we turn in, to bunk in - a battle,
scuffling and wrestle, our strength gain,
finding its path to a kiss, and settle.

Honest

In a sense, hidden,
a chocker - too much too thick
hence, take them off.
Drop thy garments of red cotton slick
and be off, be of without.
The stare from winter's unnerving cold,
as my summer reaches to touch
and pash the outlines thy lips hold -
hush, shush . . .