Love?

Am I able to say it now?
Am I able to return?
For the emotionally unattached,
Won't I be torn?

Let us say,
Enough time had passed
That there was such emotion
Lurking at last

A great addition, but I stay still then sit.
Because I don't know what to do with it.

Everlasting

And anticipation burns through my throat
As I struggled to strike
Thoughts bewildered, stupidness agrees
My heartbeat's on a spike

The moment drags on
Not what plans foretold
Nor dreams fantasized
Things meant to be, out on the cold

There was no turning back,
But it did
Thinking of the situation,
It should have let itself slid

Too bad, I can't turn
Those moments back
There will be another chance
To plan another attack

Surprise

Behold! You see, I've something for you
I have kept you with a lie from the truth
To become one with such unsuspecting eyes
So that there is shock, at the moment it belies
More then, do their eyes sparkle with joy
Receiving great feedback worthy of the ploy
Exhiliration and Appreciation tickled their limbs
The best of the best reaction as it seemed


Surprises. You may say that it is one that i like to keep close to me.
Receiving under least expectancy.
Knowing things that seem unordinary.
Last minute knowledge beyond omniscience.
You may even say that it is the reason I try out many things.
Tennis, Track and Field, Taekwondo, French, and Dancing. Do not get me wrong, it was fun while it lasted, however, the want to surprise people has been a small motivation to these unrelated interests.
However, due to my outgoing nature, these attempts have been deemed normal as a "Bryce." And it becomes ordinary from what was expected.
But, I'll keep trying, because surprises have always put smiles on peoples faces.

Let us try when the time comes

Closer and closer, that day seem to be
Though determined, seems like infinity
Yearning for the day for us to meet
On a fine restaurant or maybe even on a street

Our worlds attracted,
None can pursue us
As we reacted,
To spark our interests

Though, maybe,
Just from my side
This destiny of ours,
Will you abide?

As you enter the realm covered by a dark blanket
As you fill up the room with your existence
As I desert automatic inputs
As I tremble every time to connect the pieces

There will be a time for two
For Unspoken Words
And Great Tragedies
Still, with hope, let us try.

Dietary Solution

Fat, fat, fat, fat
Yeah, I could fit a whole yacht
Got flabs up everywhere
When delineated, noone'll stop and stare

Eat me, Bite me
Sever my arms and legs
Yet still THEY won't suffer
As if I drink beer in kegs

So I ran, ate less
Still the same, I confess
However, to my astounds
Lost big old one oh pounds

Still needing to lose it
Hope it stays my intent
For gaining these big weights,
It's the only way to repent


Well, I might have stretched the truth here. But, I've always seen myself as a fat person. Many people do not see it or they deny my view. But, I don't feel quite right. There are many outfits that I don't fit anymore.
Anyways, I started out a bit of dieting the start of the year. More running which I wasn't able to do at all  last year and eating less of sweets, junk food and all those things.

Hopeless Romantic

It is true that I am hopeless in Romanticism, in more ways than one.
My eyes never steady for THAT one.
Shifting left and right for all these years.
It's true, I never had loved someone at first sight.
And, as I become closer to others.
Their gears have already seen me as a different person, or they have found someone of interest.
But, now, my love still grows.
As time passes, my need to burst my love out also takes form.
I'm hoping for a girlfriend.

A Reminder

A reminder of a fleeting past
Of words and literature
Voluntarily tasked
With poems and words with stature

Cast'd by the silver moon
A reminder, at last?
Trinkling by the shadows
With small traces like dust

Momentary Expressions
Genuine Infatuations
Self Vindications
All of which helped with short-lived narrow visions

Must I say more?
There shan't be continuation
The lack of audience
Does not provide insolation

As it will never reach
Those involved
You(R) cheer
But it reciprocates little resolve

Another

The feeling of another
Its lustrous warmth
Felt by an ivory cave
Its very core darked

The image of beauty
Or is it royale?
Most surely,
She is the femmes fatale

Nerves in confusion
Thoughts begin to link
Actions stopped,
To the brain it was bequeathed

None-guaranteed
To become like the others
What must one do
For the feeling of another

Restraint!
A surrender would suffice
Should one want to
Never pay the price