tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140672182011-04-21T23:17:28.634-05:00This is a compilation of daily thoughts in the life of a twenty-something year old. I like to call it Storetry. It is an on-going story written in "abnormal poetic form."Randie Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05441453269670904903noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067218.post-1120163714531440882005-06-30T15:35:00.000-05:002005-06-30T15:35:14.533-05:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/174/6658/640/Untitled-11.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/174/6658/320/Untitled-11.jpg'></a><br />thinking&nbsp;<a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067218-112016371453144088?l=alldaydreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randie Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05441453269670904903noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14067218.post-1120089515961865872005-06-29T20:28:00.000-05:002005-07-01T20:54:30.223-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5392/1261/1600/Untitled-12.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" height="350" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5392/1261/320/Untitled-12.jpg" width="240" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><em>ru·mi·na·tion n. obsessive or abnormal reflection upon an idea or deliberation over a choice</em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I am <span style="color:#000099;">miserable</span><br />that much I know<br />but this feeling<br />inside me<br />continues <span style="color:#000000;">to grow</span><br />unlike <span style="color:#000000;">roses</span><br />which bloom and die<br />only in<br />three days time<br />More like weeds<br />firmly implanted<br />out of control<br />& dearly enchanted<br />[it is] possessing my thoughts<br />and movements<br />I am caught<br />in my fantasies<br />which interrupt<br />[my] life on a daily<br />as I lie here <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5392/1261/1600/Untitled-14.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5392/1261/320/Untitled-14.jpg" width="297" border="0" /></a><br />without<br />physical motion<br />poured over<br />my body<br />is the sweetest<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>lo00ve potion</em></span><em> </em><br />& in my attempt<br />to minimally describe<br />it loses much of<br />its powerful vibe<br /><br />How do I deal<br />with the <em><span style="color:#663333;">anguish</span></em><br />of knowing<br />that I must reap<br />what had been sewing <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5392/1261/1600/Untitled-13.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5392/1261/320/Untitled-13.jpg" width="276" border="0" /></a><br />when I<br />saw u<br />smiled at u<br />called u<br />laughed with u<br />chilled with u<br />rode with u<br />touched u<br />rode on u<br />was<br />enamored with u<br />felt by u<br />guided by u<br />excited by u<br />adored by u<br />enticed by u<br />seen by u<br />feenin 4 u<br />still I dream<br />of you<br />& the possibility<br />of it ever<br />meaning to be<br />a simplistic reality<br />just<br /><em>indulge</em> yourself<br />in all of me<br />we can fulfill<br />eachother’s<br />every need<br />come and be<br /><u>my anchor</u>,<br />please.<br /><br />If it is fate<br />I understand<br />I must wait<br />cause <span style="color:#ff0000;">love</span> knows<br />no hour<br />&amp; true love<br />doesn’t sour<br />my real love<br />lasts forever<br />a deeper love<br />u’ll find<br />never<br />this magnetic love<br />keeps u near<br />our prophetic love<br />have no fear<br />the best<br />is to happen yet<br />unfathomable<br />like<br />when we first met<br />unbelievable<br />to one another<br />inconceivable<br />for all the others<br />who could<br />imagine me<br />being like this<br /><em>suffering</em> from<br />mere hypothetical<br />bliss.<br /><br />Can I<br />join u<br />hand in hand<br />heart to heart<br />woman & man?<br />Complete me<br />not that I<br />wasn’t whole<br />delve into<br />me spiritually,<br />&amp; enrapture<br />my soul<br />Alleviate<br />all this pain<br />&amp; ameliorate<br />the heavy rain<br />that has<br />inundated my brain<br />returning me<br />insane<br />You have much<br />to lose<br /><strong>we</strong> have everything<br />to gain.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14067218-112008951596186587?l=alldaydreamr.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Randie Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05441453269670904903noreply@blogger.com1