Meaninfull Poem

This is for all of you that write poems that don't rhyme.


I see your face reflected in a puddle,
the light from your eyes sings to me like an opera in the clouds,
you say my name as beautuful as a poem full of italicized words,
I think to myself what bad analagies people use when writing those poems,
then i see another face reflected in the same puddle,
and it makes my eyes go dark, like a lightbulb burning out,
i scream your name but you don't answer me, like a deaf mute,
i curse the name of the other face, like a psychic who know's the name of someone he's never seen before,
but it's too late, that face takes yours away, like a river of tears,
then i realize that when i'm looking at the puddle i'm looking at myself, like a mirror,
and your face is the reflection of what is in my soul, like a photograph,
and the other guys face is my fears, like a jealous guy,
i scream out to you, and a big napkin comes and wipes away my tears, like kleenex,
then i look up and i see you holding the napkin, your hands like metal robotic pinchers, only with skin instead of metal,
you say my name, and then i realize that we've said each others name 4 or 5 times already,
you smile at me, and my fears melt away, like ice cream in a microwave,
i pick you up and carry you away, like superman.

Jesse Bruni

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i've been trying to think of something to post about for a while. My brain's not working. Kids are screaming. It's a game to them. See how loudly and how much like a gjrl we can scream before Jesse or Kevin comes in and tears us limb from limb. I was in charge of the kids yesterday. I made them exersize. That's Exersize by the way not ExOrsize. They arn't at that stage yet. They actually didn't do too bad. They need to lose weight to be sure, but still at least they arn't pathetically weak.
Kids run into the room. "JESSE SAVE US!" Hides under my chair. What sort of game are they playing? The six year old runs out of the room screaming his battle cry "CHAARRRRGGGEEE!". 2 seconds later, the same brave kid darts back into the bathroom and locks the door. Kevin enters on his hands and knees. "Where's Ashley and Casey?" He whispers. Screams. Too late, they woke the baby. A well placed kick to the bottom by Kevin and one of the kids runs out crying. Not to worry, he's not in pain. Just trying to get attention. Kevin picks up the baby before he has time to cry and puts him back to sleep like any good attentive father would. That's good. I'm supposed to be watching him today. Glad he picked the baby up for me. See this is why I can't think of anything to blog about. It's a gloomy day. Tonight we usually play basketball. But there's a large chance of rain, and one of the homes has measles. Could put a damper on things. Kevin breaks my train of thought by approaching me with the largest snot bubble i've ever seen in the palm of his hand. "Look" he says. "What is it"? says I. "Snot". He exclaims most "matter-of-factly". "No, that's not snot" I said. "Yes it is, look" says kevin as he pops it. Sick. My stomach turns. Now to write that all down. Oh look, my brother just got online. Maybe i'll talk to him pretending its Kevin. I'll pretend that i'm Kevin and I worship him and his music. Damnit, it's just Dan. And he's being a bit boring. Kevin ruins my fun by letting him know that it's me. Jerk. Kevin try's to pop a zit on my face. "Get away". "I have to pop it if it's the last thing I do". "Get away". I'm boring myself. What a slow day. Maybe a bomb will be dropped somewhere today. That'd spice it up a bit. Give ppl something to talk about around the water cooler. Oh shit. We don't have a water cooler. Still, good table talk.
Today is Fathers day. Happy Fathers day to all you fathers, including my own. Come to think of it, everyone else will be making posts about fathers day and fathers and the wonderful influences they have had on their lives. Except for a few depressing ppl who will say something about how their dad's abused them. Why must they drag everyone else down. Im bored!
Moment of truth. Post. Or Delete.

Happenings, Pictures and things

I have the internet again. I'll give that a moment to sink in. Ok, moment's over. Unfortunately I don't have freakin TIME to use it! I guess it's irony, the guy who always had too much time on his hands now has none. I'm a full time member of this home. I'm one out four ppl over 16, and in about 30 minutes i'm going out babysitting. So I better make this fast.

Wordstock was great. To all the ppl I saw, it was great seeing you all again, I hope it's not another year before we all get to meet up. To those who wern't there, "I'm sorry you missed out, but there will alway's be other chances to meet me". Now here are some pictures of the momentous occasion.

This is me and my prom date Maria, I look sorta like a gopher or a beaver or something, but it's the only picture I got.

This is me in a sad attempt to block Frankie in basketball. What can I say. White men can't jump.

This is me and 3 of the 4 systemites at wordstock. Not that I should say anything, I was one last year.

Anyway I dont' have time to post more pics, if you wanna see more go to "wordstockrocks.com"