pen it

infatuation?

not the first
a virtual relationship so well nursed.

technological correspondence
humane interaction.

an interest with a personality
growing and maturing
like a young gourmet's passion for fine dining.

a rare occurrence of mutual affection
a fear of rejection
again.

a desire for it to transit into reality
hopes for her to be a tangibility.

step out of the innocence of adolescence temporarily
he wanders into adulthood

is it the numerical age
physically unattractive
do they matter - he wonders.

reality bites, again.

- bryce -

August 11 2003

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Must be strangely exciting
To watch the stoic squirm
Must be somewhat heartening
To watch shepard meet shepard

But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don't think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate

To life

greetings.
Is he your only victim?

flashes of empty promises,
avalanches of disappointments.
a difficult phase or eternal torment?

see the laughter on the mask
listen to that optimism
feel the joy.
where is he?

follow the silent screams
his futile attempts to accept you.

should I leave you?

- bryce -

26 June 2003

pleasure of solitude

the temporary transformation into a civilian,
like a rush of flatulence from the tiny vents,
a foul relieve of annoyance,
a taste of freedom.

an invitation,
a consideration,
rejection.

he boards,
alone.
see the invisible beam of happiness.

a window seat,
he plugs in to the music.
he stretches.

the chills of comfort,
he folds his arms.
he looks into the stagnant skyline,
why is it moving?

he disembarks,
he looks around,
a sigh of contentment,
there is no one in the crowd.

- bryce -

24 June 2003

jaded

it's vision obscured,
the sounds of propaganda,
it smells the the fog of appeal,
it feels the precipitation of attraction,
the short-lived taste of satisfaction.

a tap of reality,
a new flow of anticipation,
bombard it with information,
flaunt the technology,
display the new gadgetry.

refresh the menu,
that renewed relationship with choices,
the monetary restrictions,
within the confounding avenue.

a breath of fatigue,
it shuts down,
the body frowns,
the spirit takes over,
control the desires,
but the spirit fails.

- bryce -

23 June 2003