“One more minute of this and I’m gonna explode!” I thought as I sat in the counselor office at my prestigious, community college. They weren’t accepting any appointments, and I needed to see a counselor, therefore my only option was to wait endlessly. It had been three hours of worthless waiting.

I think I'll call this one: The Dog that Brought Monogamy
By: The Armadillo at Oasismag.com

Note: I wrote this one just a few minutes ago and I didn't really evaluate it yet. Just bare with me here and enjoy if you want. I'll keep writing if I get positive feedback, or if I get bored. Whichever comes first.
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Intro:

Hi there everyone!

INTRO:

Every day, sitting in a dull building, with dull computer screens, blinking and burning my vision after the long monotonous hours…How is it that we humans have come to believe that this is the way to pay the bills? Why is it that we’re so insistent upon the payment of things, obtaining things, remaining alive with thick, juicy steaks and Japanese SUVs?

I don’t know…but I do it, just like every other American; living the American Dream. Only I’m not an ordinary American. Of course there are aspects of me that seem to be normal, but I think it’s just the fact that I have been conditioned, manicured, and seduced by the so called “status-quo.

It's been a while since I've logged on here...
Here's a poem to get back into the motion of things:

At one point in life,
I didn't have a damn clue
as to why all the greatest songs
and poems are about love.

And everyone probably has some
idea what I'm talking about!

You find someone and give them yer' heart-
And all they did was rip it out!
Then you turned to the music and song
(you might even have hit a bong)

Every now and again
We feel as though
Some things never end.

I try to fight this…
But sometimes I feel
Like I don’t have a fist.

And when it’s over,
I realize that it ends.
Then I wait for something
To happen…

“Feast or Famine,

The Night I Sang the Unheard Song

The moment I first kissed you; I knew.
The way you tasted, the way you smelled.
The way you tried to hesitate;
The way you were held.
I trully knew that I love you.

It was odd, though…because I felt
As though I knew before I first kissed you.
Not knowing whether it would happen or not,
I fastened that feeling tightly to my heart;
The heart that held the unheard song.

Umm…like Turkish Delight

I’m in your car, whilst you drive.
The feeling of love is so alive.
I know where I live and you do too,
But when we approach my street,
You drive on through.

“Shall we have a smoke?

Try not to focus,
if you do, you might screw up.
Let it feel natural,
and "go with the flow!"
Don't be a poker!
Be a stroker...
Then you'll be sure to
get it in the hole.

So she knows how i feel about her. That was a quarter of the battle...I thought at one time that that was halft the battle, but it isn't. It seems to have complicated our friendship. Like, ordinary arguments between friends, turns into an emotional battle. I don't like to fight, well, not with words anyway...but I do it. I suck!
Yeah, I belittle myself a bit too. Sometimes I feel like I need to seek professional help. I'm on here because I need to vent much, I have people to talk to in real life - but I don't, and it's eating me alive.

You know that crayon in the box,
That hasn’t been sharpened since you opened it?
Your favorite color;
the one you
Always use for the sky-
Even though it looks
Nothing like it?
That small, blue crayon,
Weathered by masterpieces.

That crayon is me.
Imperfect.
Unsharpened…
But you love me anyway.
And I see the way you look
At the white crayon.
Perfect in everyway.
Unblemished;

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so formulated;
I wish that one day,
I'll abandon my schemes.
And if you really know me,
you could see
that all of my chaos
is scheduled and rehearsed.
I kinda wish this habbit would
just die and be sent off
on a hurse,
but I guess it could be worse.