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I'm intensely studying Japanese, and I decided to use it to combine some of my favorite things: writing and muscles. So here is a proper haiku [ie: it contains a season indicator, proper morae, and kireji]. Original: この夏は セクシーな熊を 此れに持つ Kana: このなつは セクシーなくまを これにもつ Romanized Form: kono natsu wa sekushī na kuma o kore ni motsu English Translation: As for this summer Sexy bears We have here

I am attempting to put my poetry here, since it relates to this Forum a bit. I'm hoping that somebody will enjoy it, appreciate it, or maybe even read it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Roost" On impulse, keys clatter, hands tremble. The message is always the same. “Perhaps this is stupid, but I wanted to express how much I admire you, How much you inspire me, how much I want to look like you. Let me be so bold to say that you’re a beautiful man. You motivate me to continue to pursue my dreams, My own version of happiness. So, thank you. That is all.” The recipient bides his time, then forces out a polite response, Saying thanks for the message, for the kind words. The void left behind speaks volumes: “Thanks, but I don’t bother with your type. You disgust me, you’re trash, You deserve to die, go burn in hell.” Spin the roulette for the insecurity of the day. With my mustered courage, you weren’t like that. Your response was genuine. “What took you so long, little brother?” My heart flits like a songbird. You wish to meet for dinner, but you wake up late that day, Sleeping after a long night as a bouncer at Fritz. While waiting in the steakhouse at the Batman Building, Panic strikes with “What ifs”. Then you arrive smiling, Heavy footsteps, you walk like a goose towards the table. My head bows, unworthy of the sincere blue of your eyes. You’re too familiar with the Catholic guilt: “When people would turn me down, I’d always think, ‘Gosh, what’s wrong with me?’ But, then it struck me that it’s not my fault, Because I’m a damn great guy.” In the evening light, you escort me to the station And it is there, that moment, pressing bulk against me, Effortlessly lifting me onto that bench, Unabashedly groping my backside, moaning quietly, That validation erases all doubt. It is there where fraternal love is possible, pressed against your chest, Your head nuzzled so gently, your hand petting hair. I am under your wing. The whirl of negativity is silenced as we roost. We roost until the train pulls through. The silence after such an encounter is deafening. Even afterwards, you extend your regards, saying That it won’t work, with a wonderful boyfriend, with a life of responsibilities, That you wish me the best, always. The void left behind speaks volumes: “You deserve better. You are not disposable. I cannot provide the connection, the attention that you are worth.” Not my fault. It’s too easy for disappointment to settle into flesh, Too easy to interpret rejection, failure. You’ve flown away, but there is absolution: As I pick up feathers along the Fenway, The sheen of the silver returns me to you Returns me to that roost, where, Affirmed under moonlight, I can become brilliant, can molt out of this form. Beyond mere admiration, I break free of myself.

I am attempting to put my poetry here, since it relates to this Forum a bit. I'm hoping that somebody will enjoy it, appreciate it, or maybe even read it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dianabol You treat love like the way you take dianabol Or anything you get below the counter: Inject me, let blood course with euphoria, That all too familiar high after a workout. Place me under your tongue, embrace me In the darkness when nobody’s looking, As if nothing matters as long as you get that rush. We go through the cycle as you sit in silence. You get that noticeable pump, as moments swell With transitory excitement, holding hands. But what are the side effects so often overlooked When you get your recommended dosage? The chemistry is unbalanced As words miss the right receptors. The parameters are too far off, the gains Unnoticeable for your long term desires. I am but a temporary assistant for your body, Neurological praise pulsed over text messages, Calloused hands tracing skin and muscle. It is unnatural, this relationship— The symbiosis is artificially enhanced, Superficially sweetened by a lapse of judgment. Tested, under surveillance, we cannot compete.

I am attempting to put my poetry here, since it relates to this Forum a bit. I'm hoping that somebody will enjoy it, appreciate it, or maybe even read it. This is my first try at writing a sonnet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Werewolf Do I sympathize with you for the fact That your adultery led to divorce, Rejection, breaking into your old house? Or do I summon those nameless victims As a test to your ravenous hunger, All the conviction attached to your name? Do I express gratitude for the fact That you alone pushed me to face wild fears, Encouraged dramatic transformation? Or, in the gleam of your eyes, light laughter, Does your effort reveal the challenge of A novel prey, a mouse trembling in grass? You will pounce upon me, tear me apart, But innocence was never your last meal.