slappyjenkins

Ok folks this is hard for me. I'm proud of these but I know not everyone is gonna react with 100 percent positivity...you know sometimes when you have an ugly baby you just have an ugly baby, when people go 'EWWWWW what is that?' They are just being honest.

Well I need ugly baby honesty here. Tell me what you REALLY think. This will help me guage the reaction I would get and what things I might have to change to launch this terrifying venture.

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Here's the first selection of my poems...omg I'm weak in the knees....

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Thinking of you

I'll write a poem
I'll write a letter
I'll look them over
and send the better

I'll send the one
with the most heartfelt meaning
The sweetest words
and the warmest feelings
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Blue Eyes

I'll sit outside every night and look for you
in the sky, in the stars, in the face of the moon
I'll see you there in life's grandest mysteries
and think of you quite endlessly
I'll long for you
when the nights are still
I'll wake and look for you
I always will
I may love others
but never like I loved you
I'll hold my children
and hug them and love them
I hope their eyes are blue

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Three Words

three little words
and what they mean to me
three little words
handed down through history
three little words
every guy tells his girl
three little words
heard all 'round the world
three little words
you might say in the park
three little words
you might say in the dark
three little words
you might say at the movies
three little words
I... want....boobies
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Love is good medicine

kisses kisses and warm wet wishes
for your nose your toes
your knees and elbows

hugs hugs and pharmacuetical drugs
for your uppers your downers
your infections and frowners
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Untitled #29

Life is moving on
and I must move with it
Because life isn't what you
think or feel or say
its what you do
and how you live it
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paths that never meet

Winding winding winding
at times so close
but destined never to meet

There is a path made for you
And one made for me

Around and over and back and still
winding through the trees
and winding through the hills

Two seperate lives
going their seperate ways

Sharing only memories
If only for today

I think our paths meet
on the road up ahead
But they are once again
diverging instead

Maybe this is all we'll ever be
two seperate paths
that never quite meet
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I'll love you from afar

As my life goes by I'll think of you
And wonder how you are...
I'll sit quietly and remember you
And love you from afar
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I know some of these are REALLY short, but this is how each poem revealed itself to me and I am always loathe to touch them after they've been born.

These are some of my babies, tell me what you think.