I love talking to people, getting to know them. I love females. Meeting new females, talking to them, getting to know them, and doing ANYTHING I can to please em. I aim to please. *grins* Making new friends, or someone to share dirty thoughts with, that's fine by me, but nobody's thoughts are as dirty as mine. I'm a perv. I admit it. Hate me or love me for it. All females. All shapes and sizes. I don't care. I just enjoy getting to please em. Try me. You won't be disappointed.

Also, I've recently decided to try my hand at poetry. Here are a few that I've written. Hope you enjoy them. They're from the most recent and on.

Who knows what I see in her?
Her eyes tell stories
Of significant pain,
Yet her smile still brightens
Every part of me.

Who knows what I see in her?
Her smile touches my heart,
Warming my blood,
As her eyes sends tingles through
Every part of me.

She is nothing like me.
Our differences makes me wonder
What similarites we have
As we walk and talk together
And enjoy each other.

What does she see in me?
Friendship, a closeness
She doesn't have in another
Or perhaps she enjoys
Every part of me.

What does she see in me?
I love her more with
Each passing second,
At the same time I know...
She doesn't exist.

~Assemble me

I wrote this one, and a little comment after it I posted on my Myspace blog about how I was feeling when I wrote it.

The gun will decide
who lives or who dies
who's lies will burn
in the flame of facade.

Here I sit
an emotional split
suffering, always wanting
more than I get.

The gun will decide
if I laugh or I cry
or if truth succeeds
where doubt went awry.

My eyes are closed
my heart exposed
not bleeding or beating
as it is supposed.

The gun will decide
if love is for me
or if hate is all
it turns out to be.

(untitled)

(note from me...)
"In my dreams I hold the hands of the ones I love, but how can I do that if I only have 2 hands? It's an odd thought, ain't it? Excuse me my people. I'm a bit cold right now, in more than one way. This is just something I started writing off the top of my head. Maybe I'll add more to it, or maybe I'll leave it as it is. I really don't care right now. I feel different. I feel evil. I feel...not so good, and I know when I wake up in the morning, I'm gonna be the same old Scott everyone either loves or tolerates."

This one, I think I wrote during a time I was going through some intense feelings thinking of a sick friend.

It hurts when I laugh, almost as much as when I cry.
Thinking numbs me, and I'm known for doing it too much.
So, while I sit here...
paralyzed,
gazing at the ground,
or into nothingness,
wanting the phone to ring, but not wanting to hear it
for fear of something that will only make me think,
and I realize I have been thinking the whole time.

The good thing is,
nothing gets through.
No sounds that normally lead to aggression,
like the sound of my name, or
feelings that would usually lead to pain,
like the loneliness I will be feeling soon, or
sight.
All sight.
My eyes turn as opaque as my thoughts,
and I can't see.

The bad thing is
I actually enjoy being an emotionless shell
while being trapped in my dead end maze of thought.
An emotionless hell,
favored over what used to make me a child.
I've found what I was looking for within my mind,
and I love it.

I can see again.
I'm smiling with tears,
just for hearing my name.
I can see again
everyone talking to me,
my dark room becoming brighter with each new sound,
but all I hear is my name,
ringing in my ears for what seems like a lifetime.
"Yes?" is what I think to myself,
only before my mouth opens up and repeats my mind.
"She'll be ok." is what comes out.
Thankfully, I'm alone.


~Hypnotized


Most of my poetry I freestyle. No pen, no paper, just the use of my Myspace blogs. This was the first.

An empty page...
As I sit staring at it,
my pen in my hand,
my thoughts disappear.
Nothing to write about,
yet the urge to write engulfs my body
like a flame.
Putting the pen down to the page,
a thought finally entering my mind
I find myself hesitating again,
because this thought
accompanied by bitterness,
anger,
perhaps rage...
is what makes me what I have become.
I can't write about it,
yet the urge to write engulfs my body
like a flame.
Putting the pen down to the page,
a thought finally entering my mind,
I stare at the page again, I realize
that not only did I start writing,
but I've finished...
and the page, is still empty.

~The Unthinkable

And this is one of my personal favorites, but then, it's the first one I've written in a long time.

"Are you okay?"
No.
"What's wrong?"
...I'm drowning,
in melancholy...
in love. Love...
A beautfiul tragedy
ending with a lie.
It's a great thing...
copacetic...nostalgic.
Yes. Nothing like a
heart warming heart break
filled with verisimilitude,
blinded by anger...
or stupidity...or fear
of nothingness
of emptiness
...of new life
But...How are you?
How am I?
I'm wonderfully normal
and painfully human...
barely breathing...battered
...but alive.

~Conversation Filled With Emptiness

I don't have a favorite kind of anything...music included. I listen to a lot of different things. My favorite song is one called Loss of Me from Final Fantasy IX. The piano version of this song relaxes me no matter what mood I'm in. It helps a lot.

This is another favorite of mine. Because of the Final Fantasy series, Nobuo Uematsu made me a fan of the music. This song is from Final Fantasy X and it's called Suteki Da Ne. It's a really beautiful song. In fact, the name of the song translates to "Isn't It Beautiful?"

Suteki Da Ne

kaze ga yoseta kotoba ni
oyoida kokoro
kumo ga hakobu ashita ni
hazunda koetsuki ga yureru kagami ni
furueta kokoro
hoshi ga nagare koboreta
yawarakai namidasuteki da ne
futari te wo tori aruketa nara
ikitai yo
KIMI no machi ie ude no nakasono mune
karada azuke
yoi ni magire
yumemirukaze wa tomari kotoba wa
yasashii maboroshi
kumo wa yabure ashita wa
tooku no koetsuki ga nijimu kagami wo
nagareta kokoro
hoshi ga yurete koboreta
kakusenai namidasuteki da ne
futari te wo tori aruketa nara
ikitai yo
KIMI no machi ie ude no nakasono kao
sotto furete
asa ni tokeru
yumemiru

Translation

The wind, like a heart that swam in the accumulated words
The clouds, a voice that was shot into the holding futureThe moon, a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror
The stars, gentle tears in an overflowing streamIsn't it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.That heart,
held within your body
In those confusing nights
I dreamThe wind, its halting words are a gentle illusion
The clouds, the broken future like a distant voiceThe moon, a heart flowing in the clouded mirror
The stars, broken and swaying, like tears unable to be hidden.Isn't it beautiful, to walk together in each others hands
I do so want to go,
To your city, your house, into your arms.That face,
A soft touch,
Dissolving into morning,
I dream.