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People who throw cigarette butts on the ground. Throw a lit one down, and I can't control myself.

People who carry on whole important conversations on their cellphones in public restrooms. Recently I overheard a woman obviously talking to her doctor about an upcoming appointment, symptoms, prescriptions, etc. I really tried to come up with something great to yell from my stall, but I couldn't. Maybe next time...

Oh hell. I give up trying to embed it. Any help?

My hometown used to have a Crime Stoppers fundraiser every year. People around town (anybody: doctors, politicians, football teams, law enforcement, kids) would make lip sync music videos, and the local station would set up phone lines so you could call in and request a particular video with a donation. I have not heard this song in more than 20 years probably. It was one of the more popular videos. Another favorite was "It's Me Again, Margaret" also by Ray Stevens.

Don't look at me. With your unseeing eyes, don't look at me. Don't touch me. With your unfeeling hands, don't touch me. With the world wide open before me, I don't need you to ignore me. And I haven't the patience for fighting, for I have been struck by lightening. So come along for the ride, or please step aside. I haven't the deftness...

Added 12 Dec 2009 | Category Love Poems | Votes 3 | Avg Score 4.67 | Views 602 | 3 Comments

'I am here!' I heard the cry from a girl not old as I as her father scoops her up and holds her close. She's been missing for a while in the incandescent smile of a boy who wasn't ever there at all. It was on this hazy day in the silence of first May when first she'd seen her soul upon the breath of thought. Never once beyond the skin had she led this vision in...

Added 07 Dec 2009 | Category Love Poems | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 892 | 2 Comments

You grab my arm, and you pull me inside. The door is shut and I am pressed up against it. With you in front of me and the door behind me, our lips touch for the first time in so many years. I've lost track of the all of the years. 16? 19? Has it been 20 yet? Memories flood back. Your lips are so familiar. Your taste. Your smell. You have my head in your hands, and you pull me from...

Added 07 Nov 2009 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.17 | Views 1,379 | 2 Comments