I know I don’t know her, but:
I want to be her world.
I want to be the first thing she thinks of when she wakes.
I want to be the last thing she thinks of before she sleeps.
I want to be the thing she dreams of.
I want to be her only fantasy.
I want her to be real.
To much to ask for?
A mans mind can destroy his soul
Imagine this:
He is trapped in the murkey world of secrecy, a life that cannot be told or shared.
She has a hugely public profile, all over media and social networks.
They randomly meet via a social network site and start talking through that site. They share secrets and intimate details. They fall for each other in a huge way. They want to be with each other.
He is a prisoner stuck behind a wall of secrecy and is torn by this huge conflict within his soul. He wants to leave the underworld behind and be a free man so he can love and be loved.
The sad thing is they may never meet due to his life.
Something like this doesn’t happen in real life, does it?
Interesting.
Pictorial evedence that the Ernmander can cook. The wonderful chicken stew made by yours truly.
I have said I may YouTube it so that everyone knows how to cook at least one healthy meal.
My mum always said a sense of humour and learn to cook, the women will be bashing your door down.
She did forget to mention you need to look like George Clooney and Brad Pitt LOL.
I found another one of my poems from my teenage years. The reason why I am sharing this with you? Well all these feelings have started surfacing again………..
My Vulcan side is slowly being overthrown, and I don’t like it.
A Feeling
Sitting here staring at a mark on the wall
I have no feelings I’m empty nothing at all
My mind feels like theres nothing inside
I have nothing wrong or nothing to hide
This is me assessing myself
Its like being in a corner or on a shelf
I am out of the way of people and bustle
Sitting and staring not moving a muscle
I feel like the mark in its gigantic space
I could be lost without a trace
The mark stares at me and I at it
But here not moving I quietly sit
Am I on the road to heaven or hell
This is one thing no one can tell
These inner thoughts are like a prism
Noises from below bring me back to realism
I was a teenager when this was written and it shows. You are more than welcome to comment.
This is a thing I wrote when I was 14.
Trying to turn this whiteness into colour
The ideas don’t come the blankness just stares at me
Laughing at my frail attempts to cover it up
My brush skims the surface time and time again
The marks do not make any sense
They confuse and annoy me
There is only one way out of this stalemate
I grab the whiteness with both hands
I rip, tear, throw, punch and kick until the whiteness is no-more
Then I retake my seat and look down
The darkness just stares back at me and laughs
After years of keeping this side of me in check these feeling are coming back.
My dilemma, can you fall for someone on Twitter (or any other social network site)?
Can 140 characters really express and start the foundation of a real relationship?
Why does my avatar get jealous when your avatar is interacting with another avatar?
This person spent years holding his emotions inside him pretty much like a Vulcan from Star Trek. In fact he (due to the way he is) is often referred to as Spock. He recently randomly clicked on an avatar on Twitter and found himself being charmed and charming.
He found it intoxicating that through short bursts of 140 characters life was being breathed into his dormant soul. Such highs and exhilarating conversations brought up feelings akin to the Pon-Farr. He has no control and is experiencing feelings that he forgot he had.
All of this from a social network site.
My question - How does Twitter make you feel?
My answer - Human, and that’s the problem
This is me as a Vulcan
For now the above image is fighting Pon-Farr. Normal services will resume shortly
This is a T-Shirt I wore to work.
Just wanted to share it with the world.
Hopefully the iPhone app of WordPress will upload it LOL
Hope you like
This conversation made me laugh so much there was almost a bathroom moment.
Man 1: I would rather be a chimp than an elephant.
Man 2: Why?
Man 1: They are so chilled out and you can pick stuff up with your feet.
Man 2: I would rather be an elephant.
Man 1: Why?
Man 2: You can pick stuff up with your face.
Makes me laugh every time.
What is the funniest conversation you heard?
Just a question:
Have you brought your poppy. This Sunday is Rememberance Sunday here in the UK.
So have you brought your poppy?
