I was quite surprised a few days ago when I realised that I had been nominated by Amreen Shaikh (http://painttheworldwithwords.wordpress.com/) for the Blog of the Year Award. Thank you kindly! Amreen’s blog is often filled with positive ideologies and quotes that are very easy to read, so you may want to check it out sometime!
Like all blog awards their are rules, and this particular one is no exception:
One – select the blogs you believe are deserving of the nomination
Two – Write a post about the blogs you chose to nominate and present the blogs with the award
Three – Let the blogs know they have been nominated, and the rules involved in accepting the award
Four – Come over and say ‘hello’ to the promulgator of the Blog of the Year award at this link:
(apparently this is a mandatory part of accepting the award, and if you do not do this, then the world will end. So, if I wake up to a meteor shower tomorrow, it will be because of YOU!)
Five – You can additionally join the Blog of the Year Facebook Page and share your posts:
Six – Lastly, link back to the blog that nominated you and (in the words of the rules) proudly display the award for all to see and start gathering stars! Yes, stars! Each time you are nominated for the award you gain another star. There are six to collect. And once you have all six, a billion dollars will come flying out from the screen. No, it won’t – sorry! I have no idea what happens once you collect all six stars. Probably nothing. Might feel good about it though!
Below are my nominations for the award (in alphabetical order):
Congratulations guys! I probably missed a couple of amazing blogs from my list, and for that I do hope you forgive me! And thank you to Amreen again for the award!
Cheers! Have a great week!
Recently, fellow blogger Ann Johnson-Murphree nominated me for not only the Versatile Blogger Award, but for the WordPress Family Award as well. Ms. Johnson-Murphree’s page can be found at this link: http://annjohnsonmurphreeauthor.wordpress.com/
Ms. Johnson-Murphree is an amazingly talented poet and writer who I recommend reading if you are not already.
Previously I have been lucky enough to be awarded both the Versatile Blogger Award and the WordPress Family Award as well, and so I shall provide the links to these two awards below if you wish to check out what I previously wrote upon being nominated. Normally I don’t write more than one post regarding awards I receive and this will be no exception.
Here is the link to my previous Versatile Blogger post: http://wp.me/p24LWs-6l
And here is the link to the post I did for the WordPress Family award: http://wp.me/p24LWs-8H
Again, thank you to Ms. Johnson-Murphree for the award nominations. If I am lucky I usually only acquire one, so to be award two nominations – that is pretty awesome.
Have a great day readers! Or night as the case may be! 😀
…Recently, I was nominated for the Liebster Blog Award by Billieazahir (AKA The Eye), which I am incredibly appreciative for.
I do apologise for taking a while to finally register the award on my blog. Originally I thought I had already received this. True, I have, but apparently not on this blog as of yet…until now! Again, thank you!
As with all awards there are rules, and those for the Liebster Blogger are as follows:
1: Link back to the person who nominated you
2: Place the award on your blog and/or in a post
3: Answer the 10 questions your nominator asked
4: State 10 random facts about yourself
5: Nominate 10 other bloggers and alert them to the nomination
So, without further ado, the questions I am required to answer…
1. Do you have a goal in life?
I think everyone has at least one of these (that’s a ‘yes’ FYI) (The question asked me to specify whether I had a goal. It didn’t ask me to say what it was!)
2. City or countryside?
Hmmmm, this is an interesting one. I am originally from the country but now reside in the outer suburbs of Melbourne. I think it really depends. I have never been a huge fan of the city; the bustling crowds; the noise; the traffic congestion; the amount of time it takes to get there, etc.
The city however is viewed as the land of opportunity, the country not being provided with such an image. However, I think the ideology behind said opportunities is more often than not a farce, for they seem to dry up awfully fast.
I think the benefit of living out in the country would be the silence and overall absence of large quantities of people (if one at the time wishes to experience this kind of tranquillity) and perhaps the fact that one could see the stars better at night. The vast quantity of light in the city and surrounding regions makes such an endeavour almost impossible to accomplish, but in the country, as a teacher once told me, the ‘stars flee there’, so why not on occasion join them?
3. What was the last word you looked up in the dictionary?
Prolixity: an avid sesquipedalian/something which is tediously long
4. If you had a time machine where would you go?
Now, this is something. I could say that I have always been interested in Cleopatra and go back in time to see how she ruled her dynasty. I could say that I want to see my future, or the future in general in an attempt to garner when and if the aliens come to annihilate us, or vice versa. Honestly though, I have so much going on right now, professionally, personally, educationally and mentally that I am probably content remaining right here in the 21st century. Although I like to look to the future rather than reminisce on the past, I would rather live through it rather than leap frog across certain periods. What is life if you ain’t exactly living it, eh? I’m not exactly one of those people who believe I was put here for a reason, but if I was placed here, it was because I was meant to accomplish something in this time, not in another. On that note, I will keep my feet firmly placed on the ground in today, rather than yesterday, tomorrow or any other date that is miles beyond me. Besides, everyone I love is here; family, friends, girl of my dreams; why would I want to leave any of this behind?
5. Pirate or Vampires?
Vampires – I realise they can be a real pain in the neck, but they don’t say ‘arrrr!’, so that’s something I guess
6. Are you an easily satisfied person or you do you keep working to obtain something
I’m neither, but I’m both. I don’t think this answer typically transcribes the situation, so allow me to provide an example. I’m probably going to be more honest and revealing than I would like, but hey, this is my blog, right? Okay, here goes; I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while. There is actually a point to such a humiliating remark as you will come to find throughout this answer. Well, that ‘while’ is a little longer than I would probably care to reveal. At the present moment, it is more than five years, but less than six. That means, I have not gone out on a date, kissed, or done anything else in the ocean of ‘romantic’ in that period of time with a woman. Now, I would never say that I was stereotypically satisfied with this, but I guess one does eventually become accustomed to, I don’t know, loneliness? True, I have family and I do have friends (although work, et al does come between us more often than not and makes interaction rather difficult and primarily confined to social media), but I guess there is always this hole that is left unfilled which is where a paramour is meant to reside. Now, although I said that perhaps I was ‘used to’ this situation, I don’t exactly mean that anyone can become ‘used to’ anything like this, but routine does eventually become part of one’s life, as it has mine; living alone, eating alone, drinking alone. Maybe on one hand I do wish that I might find someone who could love me. Believe me, I’ve looked, in this city at least. But I know this is just a pipe dream; a childhood fantasy; I’m an adult, and because of that I know there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Now, I guess one could argue that I am, maximum, 24 years of age, and a minimum of 22 (I don’t like revealing the actual digits); I probably shouldn’t be such a depressing individual. But I am not going to waste my time looking for something that doesn’t exist and I am not going to drag anyone else down with me. For those who believe there is someone out there for everyone, they must also believe that some people are destined to be alone, and I am pretty sure I fall into that category. I made my decision; I accepted my fate, and now I have to live with it. Sorry if that sounds depressing. Believe it or not, I don’t think I am terribly depressed in reality though.
7. Sweet or savoury?
Depends on my mood
8. Do you believe in Karma?
No, but I believe in luck, or perhaps a lack thereof. I would like to think that for all of the bad luck one receives, an equal amount of good luck needs to happen, and when something good transpires, something bad inevitably needs to occur to ensure equilibrium.
9. What’s your favourite comedy film?
I don’t have one; I have several, (in alphabetical order) Bad Eggs, Beverly Hills Cop, Big Trouble in Little China, Blue State, Blue Streak, (the) Breakfast Club, Elf, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, (the) In-Laws, Just Buried, Love Actually, Love Happens, Sergeant Bilko…there’s probably a few more but I can’t quite remember them right now 😀
10. Fantasy or sci-fi?
Def Sci-Fi! Lasers, flying ships and foxy alien chicks! I am so there!
Now, the ten things about myself…
One: I read once on the Facebook page of an up and coming psychologist that she believed approximately 92% of guys wished women would make the first move when it came to relationships. I totally agree! In fact, I’m one of the 92%! Why don’t women ask guys out? They know what they want – what’s stopping them from going out and getting it?
Two: I’m a massive video gamer. When I’m not playing video games, I’m playing video games, and when I’m not playing video games, well, I’m probably doing something else
Three: I have a high calibre of respect for intellect
Four: I have a thing for jewellery – traditional, metal, silver, gothic – you name it, I’m into it
Five: I’m kind of anti-social and I don’t like large crowds – they have a tendency to freak me out
Six: I often respond well to bribes
Seven: I know two languages; English and bad English – I don’t have the mandatory intellect to succinctly learn more
Eight: I’m a published poet, although funnily enough, I’ve never been published in my home country. Don’t ask me why, although if I were to speculate, I would assume that other countries often have more publishing and anthology houses than Australia does, so are able to accept my trash, whereas Australia has so few houses related to the publishing of poetry and prose, et al, that they must be more strict with the pieces they accept and thus, only have room for ‘the best’. Often ‘the best’ revolves around pieces that are about Australia, and I (and anyone familiar with my blog will know this) more often than not attempt to avoid the subject of my home country for a find it a very difficult and albeit sometimes ludicrous topic to write about, and thus stick to depressing soporific romantic pieces, which traditionally never become published in Australia.
Nine: I can’t dance. Well, truth be told I haven’t tried in quite a while, so maybe my body spontaneously learnt how to one night while I slept? Doubtful, but still…the way I see it, the only time I will ever dance again is the day the world ends. Not because I am happy – but because I won’t have to worry about embarrassing myself or looking stupid because it’s not like there’s going to be anyone around to remember it.
Ten: I sometimes look morose. Not because I am morose, well, I kind of am, but whenever I smile, I kind of look like a psychopathic killer. So don’t mistake my moroseness for genuine moroseness – I might actually be happy, or at least a little bit!?
Okay, now for my nominations: I’m going to be honest with you – I might be following quite a number of blogs, but I am a little too, what’s the word I’m looking for, lazy (?) to nominate ten potential bloggers. So instead, anyone who reads this post and wants the award, it is yours!
Now, for the ten questions for the nominees to answer…
One: Do you really have the time to answer pointlessly boring questions like these?
Two: You are at home, and suddenly everything, technological dies; your laptop, the internet, your phone, your i-pod, your microwave, you name it, it is offline! This continues for 106 hours. What do you do over the course of these hours to occupy your time?
Three: XBOX One or PS4?
Four: What countries around the globe have you travelled to? Whether you have/haven’t, what countries would you like to travel to in the future?
Five: Would you rather assault the alien mother-ship or delve into the dragon’s den? Why?
Six: What is your favourite food group?
Seven: What is your favourite word?
Eight: What is/are your favourite animal/animals?
Nine: Would you rather be filthy rich and have the opportunity to procure anything and everything with the exception of romantic companionship, or would you rather be economically alright (but with a probable financial collapse sometime in your future) and happily and madly in love?
Ten: We currently live in a post-colonial society. Although a great deal of violence and unfathomable distress, both cultural and emotional was inevitably caused by colonialism, do you personally believe that colonialism is a negative occurrence in humanity’s history?
Again, thank you to Billieazahir (AKA The Eye) for the Liebster Blogger Award!
Have a great day everyone!
My Big 100th Post Extravaganza! Lollipops and Sunshine, WordPress Families and my favorite posts revealed!
Yes indeed! 100 posts later and I find myself looking back on the journey thus far! So, without further ado, allow me to proceed…
First off, a couple of weeks ago, Ambitious Poet (http://ambitiouspoet.wordpress.com/) kindly provided me with the Sunshine award. Thank you!
Like with all awards on WordPress there are rules to be followed and this one is no exception.
One: Include the award in a post and/or on your blog
Two: Link back to the person who nominated you
Three: Answer ten questions about yourself (make these up as you go along apparently)
Four: Nominate ten other bloggers who are rays of sunshine
Five: Alert your nominees to the award they have received
Okay, so ten questions about myself? Can’t be too hard, can it? (Looks around anxiously, eyes shifting left to right, palms becoming sweaty as he wipes a bead of sweat from his temple, legs trembling with trepidation as he fumbles across the keyboard)
One: Why did you begin this blog?
I had a number of random pieces that were neglected by publishers in my own country and so thought it would be a good idea to have them published online for others to read. Additionally I wanted to gander the opinion of the wider public to see what people in general thought of my writing. On top of this I believe this was a bit of a confidence building exercise. Ever since I began this blog I have been submitting more and more work to publishers in general, most of whom never reply – those bastards! However, I do try to look at things on the bright side and ever since beginning this blog I have had my poetry published. This accomplishment, along with many of the comments and visits from fellow bloggers that I receive inspires me to continue.
Two: What are your favorite posts thus far?
The favorite posts I have created you mean? I’ll assume that’s what it is…these fifteen out of the total one hundred posts that I have generated thus far are ones that I like based on my own personal opinions rather than on the amount of views they generated. Okay, so my favourite posts starting out at number fifteen are:
15: Just so Perfect: http://wp.me/p24LWs-P
14: Alphabet of Love: http://wp.me/p24LWs-6a
13: Vancouver Sunrise: http://wp.me/p24LWs-8C
12: It’s not Easy: http://wp.me/p24LWs-2p
11: Superman Tonight: http://wp.me/p24LWs-1d
10: To the woman of unimaginable beauty: http://wp.me/p24LWs-2E
9: You, Me and 2013: http://wp.me/p24LWs-7P
8: I live to say I Love you: http://wp.me/p24LWs-6Q
7: This Far Come: http://wp.me/p24LWs-5r
6: Where Thy Wilhelmina Without Love: http://wp.me/p24LWs-4k
5: The Night Melbourne Died: http://wp.me/p24LWs-1H
4: The way it ought to be: http://wp.me/p24LWs-5V
3: Sixty Something Love Quotes: http://wp.me/p24LWs-5N
2: Dear Kat De Lieva: http://wp.me/p24LWs-8w
1: Alexia: http://wp.me/s24LWs-alexia
Three: What are some of your favorite poetic writers?
My favorite poets, in no particular order are William Shakespeare, John Donne, Rudyard Kipling, John Keats (on occasion, although some of his pieces I find a little soporific, no offence intended), Andrew Marvell and Alfred Tennyson. As for Australian poets, Paul Kelly (in moderation) is alright and I have additionally always been partial to Tara Mokhtari.
Four: What are your fifteen favorite video games?
Oh my God! How did you know to ask this question? How did you know I am the biggest video game addict in the entire Southern Hemisphere? Oh, right, probably because I asked the question. Now that the magic is gone it doesn’t seem all that impressive.
Anyway below are my fifteen favorite video game titles, based on the single player campaign only:
14: Doom 3
13: Enslaved: Odyssey of the West
12: Half-Life 2
11: Quake III Arena
10: Mass Effect
8: Halo 2
7: Halo 3
6: Unreal II: The Awakening
5: Bioshock 2
4: Mass Effect 2
3: Halo Reach
2: Halo 4
1: Mass Effect 3
Five: When you were younger, what did you want to be?
Well, when I was six I wanted to be the next David Attenborough, although I think every young child wants to run around with fauna and flora. When I was twelve I wanted to become a video games designer, although to do this one needs to be super smart and in reality I’m a baboon. No, sorry, the word I was looking for was ‘buffoon’, but I think I’m a bit of a baboon as well. When I was 16 I wanted to become the next A-grade actor. Apart from being in a band around the same time I was additionally involved in many acting classes, et al. The problem was that I focused more on writing than on acting and thus, this led to this particular dream of mine becoming unattainable.
Six: What are eleven traits you admire in a potential love interest?
What kind of question is this? Well, you ask and I answer I do suppose…1: Intelligence, 2: Wit, 3: Personality, 4: Soberness, 5: Truthfulness, 6: Kindness, 7: Humour, 8: Dazzling smile and Sparkling eyes, 9: Darkness (internal, nothing to do with skin colour), 10: Enthusiasm towards video games and 11: Beauty
Seven: There’s a party happening, don’t ask me where, but it’s about to go down. What are eleven potential artists that will have to be played on more than one occasion to keep you musically entertained?
(In no particular order) Daughtry, Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, Roxette, IceHouse, Meatloaf, Nickelback, Katy Perry, Rick Springfield, Foreigner, Thirty Seconds to Mars.
Eight: What are some of the favourite things you like about the city you live in?
I’m not exactly what one might call ‘patriotic’ and so there are about as many things I like about Melbourne as much as there are purple elephants. The traffic congestion is horrible, the trains never run on time, the entire city is more overcrowded than a women’s shoe store offering 95% off selected stock, jobs are about as easy to come by as dragon’s eggs and, oh, wait, this is meant to be my favorite aspects of the city. Right…In that case it might very well be the artistic piece titled Cow in a Tree by John Kelly at Docklands.
Nine: What is your favorite colour?
What? This is a cliché question if I ever saw one! Who wrote this? Oh, right, I did (ha ha ha). Yes, well, my favourite colour is no doubt blue; however I am also partial to the colour of my blood and heart (that’s right folks, the colour black!).
Ten: What is your favorite film genre?
I’m uncertain if I stereotypically have one. I generally will watch anything of entertaining worth, depending on the mood I am in at that particular moment. I am incredibly partial to sci-fi, action features with intelligible storylines, dramas and thrillers. I’ll never say ‘no’ to a good comedy and although I used to enjoy horror films, more often than not this particular genre does nothing to impress me no more.
Now, without further ado, the moment you have all been waiting for (maybe not); my ten nominees (in alphabetical order) are as follows:
Everyday Strange and Sacred
Meet Me in Medias Res
The Dainty Damsel
Congratulations people! Again, thank you to Ambitious Poet for the award!
Moving on, additionally in the last week Clouds N Cups (http://cncfashionaccessories.wordpress.com/) graciously stated that I was one of the many bloggers within their online community who were a part of their WordPress family.
After receiving such a kindly mention (and since this is my 100th post after all), I thought that I too would reveal all of the bloggers that make up my WordPress family. Of course, if I happen to forget your name and you believe that you are a part of my WordPress family then please forgive me and do be sure to call me an idiot so I may include you on the list as well. 😀
So, in alphabetical order, here are (some of) the bloggers that make up my online blogging family.
A Girls Guide to Gamer Guy http://agirlsguidetoagamerguy.wordpress.com/
Ambitious Poet http://ambitiouspoet.wordpress.com/
Beatrice Beatrice http://beatricebeatrice.wordpress.com/
Betty Generic http://bettygeneric.wordpress.com/
Clouds N Cups http://cncfashionaccessories.wordpress.com/
Coco J Ginger http://courtingmadness.wordpress.com/
Emo Uncle’s Playground http://theemouncleplayground.wordpress.com/
Forever Poetic http://foreverpoetic.me/
Impressions of a Princess http://gongjumonica.wordpress.com/
Jennifer Stuart http://enjoylifeforonce.com/
Jodi Ambrose http://jodiambroseblog.com/
Karl Weller http://playstationkw.wordpress.com/
Kayla Speaks http://kaylaspeaks13.wordpress.com/
Lauren Sharkey http://ljoysharkey.wordpress.com/
Memoirs of a Dragon http://memoirsofadragon.wordpress.com/
Miichele Seminara http://micheleseminara.wordpress.com/
Nonoy Manga http://nonoymanga.wordpress.com/
Read N Cook http://readncook.wordpress.com/
Recollections of Play http://recollectionsofplay.wordpress.com/
Sam Lueng http://cheeesetoastieandvideogames.com/
Silver Poetry http://silverpoetry.wordpress.com/
Tara Mokhtari http://taramokhtari.wordpress.com/
Tea Girl Diaries http://teagirldiaries.wordpress.com/
The Duck of Indeed http://duckofindeed.wordpress.com/
United We Game http://wegameunited.com/
What’s Your Tag http://whatsyourtagblog.com/
Thanks for reading people! Additionally, thank you to all who have visited, read, liked and commented upon my pieces! I am overjoyed at your contribution and although I cannot find the words to accurately write how this makes me feel, just know that because of this supporting community I have enjoyed writing thees past 100 posts and hope to enjoy writing the next 100 too! I hope you all have a great day!
There are many poems written every day. This particular poem is about many different themes; this particular poem is about pain; sadness; loss; heartbreak; sorrow; the exploration of life; the human spirit; the strength of the human heart. But most of all, this is a poem about love; more importantly; falling in, being in and enjoying love. This poem is dedicated to and is about a woman, but not just any woman; this poem is about a woman that no man could ever possibly forget. Not always will this poem make sense, and at times it may even be contradictory, repetitious and obtuse, but always, always, will it be forever true. The human heart is an ocean of many, many different stories, and I would like to share with you, dear reader, one now. I do hope you enjoy this romantic tale as you ride upon the waves of this verse.
I just managed, I believe from a miracle, to successfully take back my health.
I’m so happy, I’m so heartfelt, I’m so hung over – I really just can’t help myself;
I need to confess something that has been weighing on my mind, there’s something I need to tell
someone, and it goes something like this; I could kiss you for hours on end when the rain fell,
I could hug you in the middle of a storm; I could keep you warm in the dark of the night,
I could look upon your beauty for centuries, I could stroke your skin come morning light.
I could take a photo of your flawlessness and hold onto it forever,
I could fight for you and die for you if it meant we could just be together;
I could serenade you with empowered words of love by day and cook you dinner when the moon arises.
I could grace you with everything, and even after a hundred years still astonish you with surprises.
I could board an aeroplane today and be with you tomorrow just to give you a kiss,
and confess, that never have I tasted anything as sweet as your crimson lips, young Miss.
You know that feeling – when you have lost love, and then you find it again in the heart of another oh so rapidly?
That feeling – that intense, obnoxious, amazingly fantastical, intense feeling is what has overpowered me.
I was lying down in the centre of the empty suburban street one night – love had officially hung up on me,
when I suddenly received a call – and upon answering, guess who spoke – a woman of unbelievable beauty!
She was older than I, and with the exception of two amazing times I had never fallen for an older person,
but I tell you, struck down, by lighting I was, for I could not, and still cannot, quit thinking about this beautiful woman.
Maybe I ain’t as strong as I would hope, after all, I ain’t built from metal and other strong stuff.
I try to get close to you, young lady, but every time I do so it ain’t nearly close enough,
for I cannot let you go. I look up at the clear dark night, and I can see the moon,
and I know you can see her too, and I hope the two of us can be together soon
for when either of us look up at the great sky from where we are, whether it be day or night it is always the same. If that’s the case, then we both must be on the planet Earth,
and so it would be just so easy, wouldn’t it, for us to meet somewhere? You can set the location, I really don’t care where; be it Washington, London, Tokyo or Perth.
In the end, unlovable is but one word that can describe a fallen soul,
and it is a word that can describe me for instead of a heart, I’ve a hole,
for pain is the unrelenting punishment that is forced upon me as a result of being alive,
and I have come to realise that sooner or later the pain will win out and I will not survive.
Perhaps that’s for the better. Maybe when I’m dead and gone nobody will grieve, and nobody will cry,
and maybe there will be many a happy person on the planet Earth on the day that I do die.
Perhaps every acquaintance I’ve ever met will feel a sense of joy running up and down their spine
which will alert them to the arguably obvious fact that the death they felt was indeed mine.
In the eyes of some certain people I may be a hideous, unpopular, unlovable creature,
and perhaps if I be honest I may say that I might not be blessed with a single attractive feature,
and like I said before, maybe death be good, for there is honestly without a knowable doubt nothing left,
for my heart is broken and barely operating and I remain barely human and utterly bereft.
As a man myself, I can speak from experience; once you fall out of love, you always set your sights on the one woman you cannot acquire.
In your eyes, I want to be seen as a man with an actual heartbeat and a possibility for romance rather than a feared pariah.
I am not asking you to fall in love with me at first sight, but I am asking for a single chance;
not to experience a fairytale, but to have a stereotypical legitimate romance
which is quintessential to the soul. Human beings in general are social creatures, I know this for a fact,
which is why, even after so much pain and bludgeoning, my heart and soul have remained totally intact
as to have a relationship once more. Perhaps this time it will be forever, perhaps this time it will be with you,
and I hope that in the very near and hopefully possible future you might be able to feel the same way too,
for I have been in love before, and I am aware of this just as I am aware of my constant heartbeat,
and whenever I see you I have this powerful feeling which begins in my chest before it consumes me from my head to my feet.
I can understand if this sounds absurd, but I have no intention of ever hiding the truth in regards to love, and my feelings I will not deny,
and to be with you, I will do anything that you ask; I will plead; I will beg; I will write; I will draw; I will with pleasure live; and I will gladly die.
It all began with a blog on the social media platform known only as WordPress.
Never in all my years did I believe the content that I had developed could impress
the eyes of a beautiful woman to come looking over all that I had done,
and in that specific moment my heart, you, young lady, had officially won
and so, in regards to your own meticulous work, I became a loyal, unflinching follower,
one of oh so many it would seem. It was not long after I was transformed into a lover
of your face; of your smooth features; of your sacred flesh. My eyes, they lit up like a great menagerie of fire-
flies transcending across the sky in the darkness of the night as I looked upon the woman I now desire
with an untold passion that burns more brightly than the sun, creeping across the horizon in the wee hours of the morning,
and just like that, my heart cried out for something impossible; it cried out for something more as a new love affair was dawning
upon the path that is my life. I knew then just as I know now that these feelings are never going to leave.
I assure you, you can trust me and my many words; all you need do is look into my eyes and believe.
Love is love I say, and so do many others, and love is but hard to find;
love is the one thing that is always without question on my heart, soul and mind
when I think of you. What name could have hath been given to a woman of such brilliance, a woman who in a million years I could not forget?
What emotions could be conjured by the heart of a romantic? However we are just friends for the moment, I swear, nothing has happened yet.
Love is always and forever the one intended endeavour, it is the only necessary task
to gain, and when someone finally discovers their one and only, people poke them with questions and ask
‘are you having fun yet?’ and the answer always is ‘yeah, yeah’.
People always warn me about love, they say ‘buyer beware’,
but I can take care of myself, really, I can take care of my own,
is it too much to ask for some love, I am tired of being all alone
and I would do absolutely anything to succeed in this fruitful desire
and prove how I’m capable of being your man, of being your merciful messiah.
Cupid visited me in my dreams last night; she didn’t look the way I had thought
she might as she instructed me that there was something that I absolutely ought
to do with my life, which included; settling down, finding a good job and acquiring a partner;
a girlfriend, an individual who was more than excellent to be my one significant other.
When I awoke this morning I could not possibly fathom if the plan had been set in motion,
all I knew was that if my heart was anything it was a terrifically wide, deep blue ocean
that is willing and able to belong to something good, like a passionate relationship, someone new,
like a young woman beyond anything upon this planet we call Earth, and I know that woman is you.
I realise I have not done what was supposed to be initially orchestrated,
for it is something different entirely that I have undoubtedly promulgated,
for Cupid had intended for me to have a grand relationship with an Australian,
and instead I wish to have be romantically involved with a certain Arizonian.
There was a time when angels would walketh the Earth, and still they do as depicted by the image of this gorgeous American
from Phoenix Arizona, who has undeniably captured the loving heart, mind and eyes of this Australian citizen,
for my soul will be but forever forfeit if my soul will be not always yours,
and I would do anything to hold you, to kiss you and to do other things and more,
for the word ‘gorgeous’ is but a word, and it barely scratches the surface of your physicality,
and I don’t think a word hath been invented to articulate what you will forever mean to me.
There was a time once when I was unsure what you were to me, but no longer do I have to make my heart choose,
for I want you in my heart, there’s nothing left to say, for I could never just have you as a plausible muse.
To hide this huge secret of mine, I could provide to you a suitable pseudonym rather than to call you by your actual name,
for such does not matter to me because regardless of your identity, masquerade or not, I would personally still feel the same.
I am at a crossroads; I hope my words don’t seem too expensive ma’am, and I hope they don’t sound too cheap,
because your intricately stunning and elegant beauty, it runs so intoxicatingly deep.
My heart is a dictionary on everything in regards to passion,
for my heart is as wide and free as the never ending, open ocean,
and I can promise there is nothing I am not aware of, there is not a thing that I do lack,
and all you need to do is say the word and I’ll gladly follow you, my darling, to Hell and back,
cuz you are an exotic paradise I have never had the opportunity to explore,
and the loving dream I had last night of being with you, I long to have right down to the very core
of my beating heart. Within the dream last night, I was lost within one helluva escapade;
I had in the process of seeing you lost both my mind and my head from where they had once laid
atop my neck. Upon waking I was happy; I wanted to return, and I’ll say again, I will follow you to the ends of this Earth,
because of everything that I have ever seen and have experienced, of everything that I am aware of, you are undeniably worth
it. All that is required from you, my dear, is that you call my name, and upon doing so, I’ll gladly be there,
be it any place on the atlas, any time of the year, or absolutely, unequivocally anywhere.
I have known you for only a couple months, but a couple months are all I will ever need
to quench my undeniable thirst for loving romance, to bring a stopper to all my greed
for a heart to be connected romantically only to mine for the rest of time,
and to enjoy the kind of love found in a fairytale or in a nursery rhyme.
I could follow you without question to the ends of this Earth
for your words, like treasure, have an unquantifiable worth,
and your photos that you choose to share and upload to your blog frequently make me smile.
If I had the digits for the All Night Radio Love Line their number I would dial
and I’d ask them to play the song ‘I knew I loved you’ by Savage Garden
for you to hear, cuz my beating heart you have without permission taken,
for I was powerless against you with your words of wisdom and your looks of beauty.
Miss; would you ever consider going out on a date with a guy the likes of me?
I listen to the living world around me; to its traffic; to its cities; to its nature; to its ambience,
as I gaze into the affectionately passionate eyes of unequivocal, virginal innocence
that can be described as a sweetness of extraordinary prowess that cannot be tamed,
which belongs to the truest of all true beauties, that cannot ever on paper be named.
If I had a flower for every time I had thought of you, then I do suppose all the flower’s in the world I would need to pluck,
and if you blow a man a kiss from your crimson lips, I hope only for his sake, he’d better know to immediately duck,
because if your looks can captivate anyone, then imagine what just one kiss could do,
for there is nobody else in this world who I know to be quite as ravishing as you,
for I have seen your life written in photos, drawings and literature within the pages of your great blog,
and it always breaks through the walls around my heart, the brain barriers and the many immense layers of fog
that exists within my mind. Your words are always warm and inviting, and your photo’s are exceptionally great,
and I don’t know if I ever did believe in angels in Heaven, but after looking upon your face, I certainly without a doubt believe in fate.
I have never met you, and I probably never will,
but even with this said, my feelings, they grow stronger still.
I’d ask if we might have dinner, if it wasn’t an issue,
see, the one thing in all the world I want, is spelt ‘y’, ‘o’, ‘u’;
but dinner is not ever going to be option for there’s an ocean in the way,
we won’t be having dinner tomorrow, we won’t be having dinner any other day.
I’ll admit, perhaps I’m totally crazy, I realise that I’m a fool,
for I know I’m probably not that popular and I know I ain’t that cool,
but even with these many words writ and read, I want with you something special; an unbelievably amazing romance
that could sweep you off your feet, and I’d say ‘screw it’ to anything that stood in my way for I’d give everything for a chance
to kiss your oh so unfathomably gorgeous crimson lips on a starry moonlit night;
I know I’m not awesome, but perhaps I can prove that I’m the one; that I’m your Mr. Right.
‘Kiss me darling’ I would say to you, ‘touch me’, ‘let me know I’m real;
you are all I truly want, and all that I long to do is feel
your beating heart’, for you are all I ever seem to care
about, and to have you, I call upon the winged prayer
of a Heavenly angel, and I call on Jesus Christ himself
to give unto me the power and to provide to me the wealth
to offer you a marvellous life filled with all you will ever truly need,
and to have you, I’ll face off with the volcano’s edge and I will burn and bleed,
for I must admit, I am through with this façade, this fabrication if you will, and no false truth will ever make do,
than to have the single most gorgeous woman on all the Earth in my arms today, to forever and always have you,
because I do not dare wish to be relegated to a forgotten bitter memory in your eventual past or visualised as just another Facebook friend,
but at the same time I am morbidly terrified that by making any sudden moves, whatever I already have with you may come to an unforeseeable end.
Have I spoken out of just term? Have I been impolite and said too much?
Sometimes I can be like that, being a soporific romantic and such,
but do not ever think my words aren’t real, don’t ever think they are not true;
do not think for but one second that I do not have strong feelings for you.
For I write this piece filled with many rhymes and stanzas for you and only you,
and perhaps I should not confess to this, but I haven’t said all that I want to,
for there’s unfortunately still much weighing upon my heart and still there’s much weighing on my chest;
I must say all that needs to be said, else I promise I will never again be able to rest,
and although there’s but a couple sentences left, due to their content, I wish to say them to you in person.
I wish that the opportunity I seek indeed had the possibility of coming to fruition,
for certain words are better spoken rather than scrawled across the page from several hundred miles away;
and what I wish to express begins and ends with this promise my lady, ‘I will love you every day.’
I feel you are level headed, or is that fear that I be feeling whenever I passionately think of such rare beauty,
who I fear may take one look at the stanzas past and present and may begin to loathe, and perhaps even be frightened of me.
On that note, just remember, I’m a Scorpio, and like any good scorpion I might be aggressive but I will love you forever;
we don’t have to passionately kiss; we don’t have to lovingly hug; we don’t have to romantically touch; we don’t have to be together
because my feelings will never change. I remember everyone I have loved, and I still love them with all my heart and my soul,
and you, young lady, needn’t ever be jealous or scared, because you are the one piece that I require to be heart and whole,
for I really truly love you, more than you could ever fathom, believe or even know;
my only wish is that there was a way to let my uncontrollably strong feelings show.
I do not mean on a piece of paper, or over the internet; I am way past that;
I want to stand beside you and temporarily remove from you your broad brimmed straw hat,
so I could have direct access to your face, and touch your skin with my fingertips,
and just when I believe things couldn’t be any better I’d gently kiss your lips.
If I were to suddenly find myself at the end of my life’s journey on the hour of my death,
the last words I want to say that linger upon my rich, rose coloured lips as I take my last breath
would be your name, before you bestow upon me with your crimson lips an amazing kiss of life,
that immediately removes from me and my existence inevitable impending strife
as to allow me the gift of living just a little longer to look upon your beauty some more.
I can assure you, although I don’t know how, you are the love of my life that I have been searching for,
but for now, I will hide my feelings where they cannot be seen or found, and I will simply pretend,
that I am not infatuated with you, no, I’ll make myself look like another blogger friend
until the day I am given the opportunity to tear down this unshakable masquerade,
and in my heart on this blessed occasion will be held a terrifically romanticised parade
unlike any other, that will put every romanticised event of the heart held before it to immeasurable shame.
I only wish, that if this were a love story, as I wish it were, that at the end, like a fairytale, your gorgeous heart I could claim.
You, my lady, are like gravity; you are like the wind; you are like the air
I breathe. I can never see you, but I know deep down that you are always there,
and if you were to concentrate, you would feel me too; that gentle warmth running across your shoulder –
that is me holding onto you, soothing you, pleasuring you, as the nights grow a little colder,
for you look upon the same moon as I, and your face is illuminated by the exact same sun,
and just like I know that these words I write are one hundred percent whole and true, I know you are the one
for me. But perhaps you have been hurt, and if such be true, I do apologise, but what you hypothetically had with a last partner was not love,
so I beg of you, blame it only on the man who was a fool to ever harm such fair beauty, but blame it not on the Heavens in the sky above
for the horrific pain that your little heart should not have had, but was forced to endure
every waking minute, for true love is all you’ll ever need-true love’s the only cure
to your pain. Now, I realise I don’t know you as well as I should – in fact I probably don’t know much at all really, but I do know one thing to be true;
young lady, I really, truly, undoubtedly, unfathomably, passionately have the strongest of all strong feelings for your heart, because ma’am, I love you.
I cannot imagine that you were ever born on Earth, so I guess you must be a member of fairer Heaven,
for I am but a shipwreck stranded at sea, and you are my lighthouse guiding me home; my precious blonde haired beacon.
I fear I have been without a certain someone, a certain paramour, for far too long now, and in doing so perhaps my words are sounding desperate,
and this in turn may be why I have decidedly fallen for the woman whose beauty is so astronomical that she deserves the certificate
for been the most beautiful woman in all the known universe, and on the night that you do win, so would be a time for the most expensive wine
to be drunk in cause of this epic celebration, for never was there a woman so elegant, so luscious, so amazing or so divine.
I wish that I, like Peter Pan could fly up towards the Heavens, and that you young lady, could be my Wendy, or perhaps a Tinkerbell,
for never would there be a better story than the one about how I feel for you, never would there be a story I would want to tell
more so than this, for I cannot help but want you, even if I initially only wished to have myself a gorgeous muse,
because out of the three billion something women in all the world around us, you are the one I would always happily choose
to be forever mine. My only wish is that you quit writing; no more journaling; no more poetry; no more prose,
for you writing is so seductive; second thoughts, please keep writing, for I could not live without your words I do suppose.
I wonder if there could ever be a time when you could look back and remember who I was.
Maybe I would have meant something to you deep inside, maybe not too. I only ask because
you’re gorgeous, you really are; never in all my years have I had the pleasure of having a fairer face reflected in my hazel pupils,
and when I think of you my heart beats faster, I find it hard to breathe, and certain parts of my body become harder, including my nipples.
Moreover I do believe I know the identities of a couple other men who have fallen in love with you;
there is a boy in a hat, a man whose name starts with a ‘D’ and a few others who have remained anonymous too.
Now, hypothetically, if you were to choose to have a romance fuelled relationship with one of us (I know you won’t, but sill, if you were)
please, I implore you to take my advice when I say; choose any man that you wish, for that is your prerogative, just don’t choose this young sir.
I do not say such words with confidence, nor do I say them with ease, but with a heartbreakingly weak sigh,
for I believe these men could offer you more, and maybe have more love in their hearts, and with that thought, goodbye.
If there’s one thing I want you to realise, it’s that I love you, this I need you to know,
because it is said by many a man that when you love someone you have to let them go.
I wonder if the someone I am writing about here is reading these words right now.
My powers of prediction are less than adequate, but I wish this were true somehow.
‘Neither of us have met’ you might state, before asking ‘how can you fall for someone who lives on the other side of the world?’
and I would graciously reply in response ‘you are intelligent, you are so gifted, you are cute and you are a girl;
that’s all I’m looking for, that I’m certain of, that’s what I know,
so, please don’t leave me be, please, young lady, do not let me go.’
I wish there was zero chance of you leaving me behind and quite the opposite of you staying where you are, but I know that’s just reckless, blind, hope,
masquerading as the impeccable ability that which I have ignorantly and egotistically created that can help me cope.
I agree; my feelings may be a lot of things – delusional, deranged, insane perhaps – but they need no explanation,
for in all the world; in all its beauty; in all its contents; in all its uniqueness, you are my wanted destination,
for I feel that I need you the way I need to breathe; the way I need to drink; the way I need to eat and I am certain that all of you reading this can relate when I admit how I have a constant dire need for oxygen,
just as I have a dire need for you. As for your identity, here’s a clue; your name begins with the third letter of the alphabet, or perhaps the tenth; other than that, I ain’t admitting to anything without a reason.
You can’t make someone love you; it’s an unfortunate fact I’ve found, but someone can make you love them with but a twitch of their eye,
or perhaps a smile, a light hearted giggle or an intelligent quote, and then you know without them, your heart and soul will die.
Upon finding you, I will love to run my hand through your exotic hair and stare into your utterly ravishing blue eyes,
that are as clear, flawless and amazing as the Heavens that hang above me, and the never ending cloud free cerulean skies
and even though the truth might always times infinity be that we are a couple hundred thousand miles apart,
the distance, it don’t really matter, for there is nothing ever between us because you are always in my heart.
I’d run a thousand miles just to hear you say my real name, for you know I’m not a ‘Derek’, no, I’m a ‘Nicholas’,
and even though my words may seem oddly strange, I can forever assure you that my feeling’s ain’t ridiculous.
Now, I know I’m not the only man who feels such feelings; there are many men who crave you, and they number in the millions,
and every single one of them is vying for your gorgeous beating heart, your flawless love and your undying affection.
However, I will want them to know, that I am a ravenous wolf, hungry for passionate love, and without you my dear, I will eventually starve,
and I am so greedy and conniving that I do not wish to share you; I want you alive and whole and I irrefutably refuse to go halves.
Many a man on this Earth will dream of something, and my dream is to be with you. I will be but yours, all you hath do is say the word and you can have your way with me and do with me what you will.
Like a plastic figurine, you can contort my frame into a menagerie of odd shapes; you can twist and turn me in and out, and if it shall be your command you could harm, injure or even kill
me, for as long as I am with you, any moment will be but beautiful, for we both shall be side by side,
and nothing could make me feel more alive; nothing could be more magical; nothing could provide me with such pride
and happiness as I am girt by your love, and you with mine forevermore in a moment truly more marvellous than anything imagined
by anyone with a creative heart, soul and mind, because I do not believe such would be pure happenstance; I believe we are but destined
to be together. However, proven am I, a romantic already, and I fear my heart be but contaminated with such failed logic,
but even with such written words placed upon this blank page, I know deep within myself that to be with you tonight would absolutely do the trick.
But could you ever truly lower yourself to be with someone of lower standing, aptitude and grace,
who would gladly come after you with all that he has, but if the tables were reversed, you would not give chase,
because you are you and I am me and I tremble with real fear at the general idea that the angel Cupid did not want for me to feel emotions that were ever quite so powerful, quite so delusional, or quite so wild,
but just know – if you ever want to love a man who you can rely upon to never fall out of love with you (unless Tara Mokhtari falls for me which is highly unlikely), just call the name of this lover, just call for Derek Childs.
Ma’am, I am no Roman Payne; I ain’t no Brad Pitt, and I am no Ryan Gosling,
and by the conclusion of this day, I will not be the man you shall be kissing.
Like all the other many men infatuated with you, we be but early foot soldiers in the war for your love,
for never was there a more beautiful woman in all existence than the one who hath fallen from Heaven above.
Like a falling star, you bring about many a positive feeling, a sense of hope and longing and all round good fortune,
and I take my one and only opportune chance to make the wish I dream to be mine beneath the light of the crescent moon,
in the hope that one day perhaps I could be an object of desire, longing and affection in your handsome heart,
and if good luck be bestowed upon me, forever shall a love affair be kindled and never shall we be apart,
because I do believe that a dream depicting you would be beyond delightful, but a life with you would be oh so much better,
because I cannot imagine anything more fascinating than spending time with the young woman I want to be with forever,
because you truly are, as far as I can honestly tell, without a single flaw you inhuman Godlike seductress. I do not just think such thoughts, I know them for a fact, because you are physically, mentally and spiritually beautiful, and have a beautiful soul and smile as well, and I find myself wondering, would you too be a beautiful kisser?
I would very much appreciate the opportunity to taste the flavour of your kiss and discover the truth of this for myself, but I definitely doubt that anyone as amazing as you could be anything but fabulous in this regard, for there has not ever been a woman who captivated me so the likes of Lady Ginger.
I may have to warn you now before you acquire the wrong impression, I have always been attracted to women who were a little older,
and the intense feelings I have for you dear heart linger on inside me like an immovable object; an incredibly ignoramus boulder,
for you have captured my love heart effortlessly and now with all your talent, you perform like an eccentric ballerina upon its centre stage,
and at day’s end I’m certain of love and I realise I don’t care about the differences, just as I know it would be impolite to ask your age,
just like it would be deviously nefarious of I to ask about your religion; your culture; your background,
besides, none of this affects nor concerns me because true love and beauty I have inevitably, finally found,
but in any case, I do not give a darn about the multitude of differences that separate us so, and all I really care
about is you, always and forever unto the end of time, I will love thee; the woman with the radiance of a solar flare
and I need not stress again how deeply I feel for you, cuz I’ve stressed it numerously over the course of this truthfully honest piece.
I probably have no need articulating your beauty as I already have and my feelings are obviously not going to cease,
and now, I add, this mild mannered man, this dubious author, this aspiring poet, will ask that you please,
consider granting me the chance, and allow me to be your lover, your fighter, your heart’s romantic disease.
I swear to you, I will not ever go quietly into that good night
and I will not ever give up without putting up a tremendous fight
until I have confessed to you all that is weighing so heavily upon my body, heart and mind,
regardless of whether you feel my words are redundant for within them the truth you shall always find.
However, I will admit to you now, I don’t know how to articulate my feelings, I don’t know what to say,
all I know is that you are beautiful; you are incredibly sweet; you are attractive with a capital ‘A’
and a gargantuan explanation point at the end, and I know that what I am feeling is love, I am absolutely sure,
and I am unequivocally certain that in all the world, no one else could ever have such strong feelings or ever love you more,
even though you speak of already being in love. If this be true, then my heart is weighed with much sorrow as I confess that your lover, he is a very lucky guy,
and I hope he realises this, for many a man would agree that it would be so easy to make the decision to do anything, even if that meant to die
to be where he’s standing now – with you; the single most gorgeous woman in all the world, both physically, spiritually and every other way imaginable. I do not say these words lightly; I speak only from the heart and my heart does not dare develop wild illusions nor ever communicate with a forked tongue.
Even if you do not accept me, and I am certain that you won’t and I understand why, I will have you know; a millennia from now someone may read this verse, and in these words they will read of you; your beauty; your intellect; your graciousness; your skills; for in this verse you are, forever and always alive – and young.
The conclusion; the epilogue if you will; the final piece of the puzzle must always be as elegant as the story that came before it as to allow the reader to feel complete. I haven’t the words to succeed in this endeavour, so allow me to simply write; if you have a certain someone that does not know how you feel for them – be sure to tell them you are in love tonight.
Thank you for reading these words dear reader.
SYNOPSIS: If you happen to read this post, you are bound to find out eventually – I have a crush on a young woman I am following on a couple social media sites, one of which is Word Press. I know, odd, right? I find her physically ravishing and her writing style, the content she fills her posts with and the intelligence she uses to be extraordinarily attractive. So, this piece is about her. I am however never going to name names…I will leave you to read on now. Thank you.
You should know what I want, and you absolutely know who you are,
for we are separated by oceans and divided by scars.
Like a burning bush, you are incredibly hot,
and, young lady, I know something that you do not,
and that is; I will feel this way for you forever;
I won’t ever stop loving you, no I will never.
All it took, was to read but one word you had written,
and in that one split second, my heart, it was bitten,
by that small insatiable love bug, sometimes referred to as ‘Cupid’,
and I admit I can understand if this confession sounds stupid,
but I swear, what I’m saying is entirely true,
and (name redacted), I know I have a crush on you.
You have a blog on the website called ‘Word Press’,
and the things you write leave my heart in distress
because you are a fantastic lover,
and you have undeniable power
to get to me, and to get right under my skin,
oh it feels so good to enjoy a pleasing sin,
because your words, whenever I read them they always captivate me
and I know I love your open mind and your beating heart endlessly,
if only we were not connected by just the internet.
Young lady, can I confess to you a forbidden secret?
I am your one and only secret admirer,
and with your permission, I long to be your lover.
I can’t go a single day without reading your words,
I realise, this may sound entirely absurd,
but I hope you never ever fade.
You are beautiful like a mermaid,
but you’re corruptible like a siren
and you leave me hungry like a lion
from your God like personality and charm,
for I could never cause you any real harm,
nor could I heinously abuse
you, for you’re the woman that I choose
when in contrast with all the rest,
because, you are simply the best.
When I sat by my computer, when I was all alone,
I read your words, and I was captivated by your tone.
I feel an inexplicably strong bond between us, a marvelous connection;
not to be blunt, but thinking about you gives me a terrifically large erection.
I apologise for being just so rude,
and you have every right to say ‘dude,
how dare you say something vulgar like that to me’,
and I confess to you, yes ma’am, I am guilty,
but in defense, you are my one desire,
and to get to you I would walk through fire,
and I would brave the thunderstorms and the rain
if it meant I could read your words once again.
For you I have such an infatuation,
that it defies all known classification
and I can’t go a second without thinking about your heart.
The fine words you generate are exquisite pieces of art
and continuously cause my heart to flutter,
these words I write here and now I dare to utter
because I have come to realise I simply have to have you, yes I must,
for you, my body, heart and soul is experiencing insatiable lust
because your words, they are like an intoxicating love potion,
and are forcing me to give into uncontrollable passion,
but not to fear, for I’ve come to develop the perfect remedy;
and that is for you to spend the rest of your amazing life with me.
I long to passionately kiss you with my crimson lips
and touch every fiber of you with my finger tips
and even though your writing is all I have ever seen,
I just know deep down you are one amazing human being,
for I am drowning in the ocean of your flawless mind,
every moment reading your blog I wish to rewind,
cuz your words are unbelievably delicious
and in my heart you are always the most precious
person I can find. You are just so divine
and I long to make you eternally mine
and believe me when I say there’s nothing else I’d care more to do
because my sweet (name redacted) I know I have a crush on you.