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My New Journal...Those who have not yet visited/added. DO SO NOW! [15 Jul 2005|12:21pm]
[ mood | artistic ]


soon [21 Jun 2005|03:55pm]
[ mood | regretful ]

reconciliation is in order.

youthful times [19 Jun 2005|09:46am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

I use to make it glide across the carpet.
It carried me from room to room.
After sitting down at the table,
After removing my cowboy hat,
After finishing my "beer" (juicebox).
I would ride off into the living room,
Leaving hoof marks on the kitchen floor.

I look back and things were better then.
Because now all I have are youthful times galloping through my mind.

Let's Try This One More Time [10 Jun 2005|10:21pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

Some things are so good...They need to be modified/updated

it's the way she curls up in my bed...waiting for me to turn off the light.
it's the way her make-up and other beauty supplies are sprawled across my bathroom counter.
it's the way she argues about SpaghettiOs.
it's the way she still can't walk around my house with the lights out (even after 8 months).
it's the way she makes faces and sticks out her tongue at me when I'm driving. (I can still see her from the corner of my eye)
it's the way she looks in my NY Yankees hats.
it's the way she displays her anger towards my Jeep.
it's the way she thinks that taking a bath is a remedy for almost anything.
it's the way she tells me that she's hungers (hungry).

But most of all

it's the way she knows that when I tell her that I love her and that we'll be together always...I MEAN it.

I Love You Always.

Second Time Around [10 Jun 2005|10:04pm]
[ mood | Nostalgic ]

Some things are so good...They need to be said twice

it's the way her eyes widen when she studies my soul.
it's the way she hits me whenever I invoke God to "Damn this" and/or "that".
it's the way she replies "Can't tell." when I ask her "What are you thinking when you look at me like that?".
it's the way she requests that I accompany her around my house after the lights go out.
it's the way her eyes seem to drift and then settle on me whenever I'm driving. (I can always see her from the corner of my eye)
it's the way her hand always seems to find mine whenever my mind has sailed away somewhere.
it's the way she squeezes the demons from my body.
it's the way her lips hold mine.
it's the way she finds me every time I lose myself in her eyes.

But most of all

it's the way she knows that when I hold her...I'll NEVER let her go.

Summertime Summertime Sum Sum Summertime [12 May 2005|03:31pm]
[ mood | Energetic ]

It's about that time...
Corn Dogs and Root Beer Floats.

Where's my Stinker-butt?
my Bubbies?
my Snuggle-butt?
my Butternut?
my Bubbles?

Enough of that.
Time for the gym.

It's about that time.

[12 May 2005|01:03pm]
[ mood | drained ]

one. Total number of films I own on DVD/video:
Somewhere in the thousands. (seriously)

two. The last film I bought:
Closer and Spanglish. (I wanted to buy Lemony Snicket's but my girlfriend wouldn't let me)

three. The last film I watched:
Kingdom of Heaven.

four. Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Lord of the Rings/Star Wars
A Bronx Tale
The Boondock Saints
The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys

five. Pick five people and have them put this in their journal:

(Never) Say Good-Bye [24 Apr 2005|04:33pm]
[ mood | Comfortably Numb ]

"some summer sunday
drifting between sleep and waking
your absence brought me to
sick feelings filled me
slowly remembering
the bitterness
of the final kiss
never said good-bye

when we gave in
but we don't mind
if we never say good-bye
there'll be no end
there'll be no end

stream of consciousness
leads me to drowning dreams
looking up
you're colored baby blue
the frustration of knowing
what it's like
to breathe you in
remember then
remember when

hold on
hold on
we can be strong
dig our fingers deep
into each other"

Now & Then:
From happiness to heartache:
From a whisper to a scream:

No matter what:

You & Me:
That's all there is:
All there was:
And all that shall ever be:


Descriptive Essay [21 Apr 2005|05:11pm]
[ mood | sick ]

"to whom it may be of any concern:

i forget this lesson each time that it's learned.
this argument that i try and defend,
it's not logic, it's a means to an end.

if my fingers clench too tightly,
it's because i'm afraid i'll lose my grip.
if i think about you nightly,
it's because i'm afraid i might forget.

excuse my mess as i pitch this fit,
it bothers me more than i can admit.
my face goes flush and my head starts to ache.

i think this may be my biggest mistake."

my heart remains with you [19 Feb 2005|02:13pm]
[ mood | drained ]

...some things just fit together so perfectly.

It Bleeds Love

the beginning...these hearts trickle down my back [18 Feb 2005|12:25pm]
[ mood | tired ]

...and you take
half my heart

yours to tear apart...

[taking turns]

Taboo [08 Feb 2005|08:19pm]
[ mood | In Love ]



7 + 7]


the color of my heart]

"will you be my...?"]

"- - - - - - - - -"

Surprise [03 Feb 2005|10:23pm]
I will be with [her] tonight.

[03 Feb 2005|07:09pm]

Just another day of melting [20 Jan 2005|02:39am]
[ mood | determined ]

as i wait
it feels like forever
just to see her
walk through that door
90 minute strike zone
and the product of love
consumed by gravity
she sells me her tune
and i frame it in my mind
the cost of blood is priceless
this product of love
not many can find it
but you have
you see it everyday
you wait for it
you wait for her
to walk through that door
i can't even say thank you
i love you more

tides change
so does the one you love
nothing is forever
the tides
they change again
this person holds you
all of you
as does the sea
this ocean may not be forever
the both of you shall be


Just wither away... [17 Jan 2005|11:13pm]
[ mood | hot ]

New York.


the words [i] scribble [05 Jan 2005|09:25pm]
[ mood | thinking something different ]

buy and sell
buy and sell

sell thoughts
sell clothes
buy clothes
buy other people's thoughts
discard and consume

plebeian lifestyle?
definitely not
not while she's here

come and go
go away

the shadow puppets of my life dance and flicker on the wall
with every stroke of the brush in my writing hand
i make them go away

it's just my non-sensical way of amusing myself when she's not here
i've recently taken an interest in tennis
i think i'll go pro
peter colt

It Bleeds Love
you don't deserve to feel like this
i need to work on my backhand

Ideas are limited when you're away [29 Dec 2004|08:28pm]
[ mood | Missing You ]

no[thing] can compare

Ideas Ideas Ideas [28 Dec 2004|08:44pm]
[ mood | excited about the idea of us ]


. . . . . . . . . .

with you by my side]-----[i will definitely rock

[A kingdom for a kiss upon my shoulder] [22 Dec 2004|05:34pm]
[ mood | Amazed ]

Stupid in love.
[meant nothing to me until now]

You know you've found someone special when:
-You can't think.
-You walk-tumble through life in a haze because all your thoughts are of her.
-The phrase "I'm sorry" is ridiculously over-used because you can't stop walking into things/people.
-All concern for your own well-being pause-moves out the window like smoke from a cigarette.
-You spend your days thanking God because your car almost became intimate with someone else's.
(and when asked "What the fuck?" all you can say is "I'm sorry" because you don't want to tell her the real reason)
-You respond to people with "What?" when they talk to you because the only voice you hear is hers.
-You would give anything for just one kiss from her lips.
-You love her no matter what.

..And when she reads this..
She'll know...



[if she lets me]

Stupid in love.
[forever i will be]
[and i'll most likely die because of it]
[but at least i'll die knowing that i loved her as much as any one person could]
[and i'll know that she loved me]

I Love You
With All My


It Bleeds Love

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