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[Whispers of Thought]
A poem for a good friend of mine.
The slightest whisper of a melodic memory whispers accosts the vast caverns of my mind. The slightest touch of a single note causing vibrations of thought and counter thoughts until there is a crystal clear image of sight and sound and touch and taste. All condensing into a single pinpoint thought of one. A single entity in a countless cacophony of minds. One shining note in an other wise unimpressive symphony. We shall at last place a name to this star of wonder in a sky of fading light. Megan... A name to be remembered, An entity to be thought of, and a note to be cherished as only family can.

[GHOST.]
   There I stand, The world about me Bold color. A relief of contrasts a revelation. Here I stand within the rainbow of humanity, one of the few shades of gray, by far not the only, but few enough to be noticed by each other. We interact with the rainbow as one of them, but separate and unnoticed in time. Wait.. Hold.. One of our cherished shades in the burst of color. They hurt, there minds or troubled. They begin losing luster and we, the few, the ghosts in reality have a chance to shine. We become real, we are finally part of the rainbow for we are needed. We see the pain and go where we are needed. We absorb the gray from the true colors of reality. We take in the pain, the anger, the despair. We take what harm we can and replace our cherished back into the bold reality, we lend our strength for it is was we can do, then once again we slip between the boldness into the grays once again. Ever to wait, as custodians of the life we are allowed to touch. Until once again we are needed, our specialty of helping when needed and fading until needed again.

The nice guy curse
One of my friends sent this to me cuz i have the nice guy curse so i
thought
i would share it with the rest of you.


This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that
never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and
give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing
room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate
how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back
attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a
girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back
from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys
who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male
population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give
them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where
the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys
who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice
guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and
when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two
sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought
her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and
she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best
killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in Halo2 to rant about a rumor that
romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person
in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for
that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing
“serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew
nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying
each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just
friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body
for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more
disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should.
And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I
have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends
at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that
many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they
just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they
say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or
“he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up
with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating
of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the
lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date
male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks.
Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure
out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!)
and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one
thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t
last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of
thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for
granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding
the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You
know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as
ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your
patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party
escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For
all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations
where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement,
and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and
your well deserved vindication is coming.

Repost this if you're a nice guy
Girls Repost if you're lookin for this/or appreciate these guys
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The piano is like a woman,
Some times classy, some times grand
She’s not always black and white,
Sometimes she’s hard to understand
The way melody just lingers
The way she slips right through your fingers.
The piano’s like a woman

The guitar is like a woman
So elegant and tasteful
The way she swerves and her body curves
Her neck is long and graceful
When you hold her like a lover
On a sultry midnight stroll
The guitar is like a woman.