Monthly Archives: June 2012

I Want You So Bad

 

I want you so bad, I feel it in every fiber of my being.

The exhilaration of having you near is absolutely freeing.

 

We’ll spend a lot of time together as we take it all in stride.

We’ll go one step at a time to ensure we both enjoy this ride.

 

Strangers will see how we carry on and think that we’re absurd.

I don’t care because you’ll know my innermost secrets without me ever uttering a word.

 

I long to caress you with my hands, committing to memory your every groove.

The way you make me feel drives me crazy: so sexy, so smooth.

 

Your tongue, your box, your very “low drop.”

My insatiable desires can’t be helped, they will never cease to stop.

 

Thinking about the things we’ll do together raises my excitability.

Not to mention the way you embrace me with your natural flexibility.

 

When I finally slide inside you, it will be a wonderful fit.

I’ll make you moan and groan, you’ll make me say, “Yeah baby, that’s it.”

 

Many wild adventures await us as I plan to get down and dirty.

What’s the magic number I’ll aim for each week? Maybe around thirty.

 

Through the dripping sweat and the heavy breathing, you still calm my nerves.

Especially when I bring to remembrance your soft upper body and the lace around your curves.

 

When my day is bad, you always seem to make it so much better.

After we’re done “working it out,” I’m drenched in sweat and you’re so much wetter.

 

Early morning or late night, anytime you’re on me you exhaust me.

As I continue to work you hard, you continue to caress me softly.

 

I need you so much, I can never say it enough.

Yes, I will handle you delicately, but I also look forward to tying you up.

 

I long to have you under me, pounding you for hours on end.

And every time we finish, I’m already looking forward to the next time we can do it again.

 

I hope to wear you out in time as you wear me out each day.

I love your faithfulness to be available for me, you make me better in every way.

 

There are many others out there, but you are the one I choose.

I’m anxious to have you soon, my beloved new running shoes.

 

 


Copyright © 2012 Andrew Hildreth

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Running My Stride

I read. I write. I run.
My need. My light. My fun.

Three passions of mine that fill up my time,
until my ultimate long run is done.

Whether I’m pounding the pavement or coursing through life,
I stay strong and hold my head high
and keep…

Running My Stride!


A Conversation Within


The following is a transcript of a conversation that took place on Sunday evening, June 17, 2012.

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“Books are the best of things if well used; if abused, among the worst.”

People are a lot like books. Too many times we tend to judge a “book” by its cover not knowing what is written on the inside. It could contain the greatest story we’ve ever experienced or it could hold something special that could significantly change our lives for the better or just make our lives richer. It just takes a turn of the page to find out….

(Title quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson)


My First 5K Experience

The following is an account of my first official 5K race event that took place on June 9, 2012. It was called the “Never Quit Beach Fest” and was held in Jacksonville Beach, Florida. This is a monumental moment in my life, and a day that I will never forget.

Never Quit

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Building Walls

 

Brick by brick, I’ve built these walls.
Time after time, my emotions fall.
I don’t want to be hurt anymore,
So brick by brick, I’m building walls.

I’m torn inside, I can’t figure it out…
Did I build these walls to keep me in,
Or to keep you out?

Step by step, I expanded the distance.
Hurt after hurt, erased my existence.
I can’t take being hurt anymore,
So brick by brick, I’m building walls.

I’m hurt inside, I can’t figure it out…
Did I build these walls to keep me in,
Or to keep you out?

One by one, they leave me dry.
I fight back the pain through the tears I cry.
I won’t let myself be hurt anymore,
So brick by brick, I’m building walls.

I’m alone inside, I can’t figure it out…
Did I build these walls to keep me in,
Or to keep you out?

Piece by piece, the puzzle is shown.
Loss after loss, I’m destined to be alone.
I can’t let myself be hurt anymore,
So brick by brick, I’m building walls.

I’m numb inside, I wish I could feel again…
These walls were built to keep you out,
But mostly, to keep me in.

 


Copyright © 2012 Andrew Hildreth


The Waves

Write a Cinquain on a topic of your choice (1st line = 2 syllables, 2nd line = 4 syllables, 3rd line = 6 syllables, 4th line = 8 syllables, 5th (final line) = 2 syllables).


The waves.

They swell. They crash.

They build up. They tear down.

They give. They take. They are always…

Constant.

 


Copyright © 2012 Andrew Hildreth


A lone Stone

Take a short walk outdoors in your surrounding environment. When you find an object you identify with, write a poem using the image as a metaphor for yourself or your life.


It sits silently on the ground,
Surrounded by many others that are like it.
Sometimes it may cause someone to stumble,
And sometimes it just appears invisible.
Unseen and unnoticed,
It sits without a sense of purpose.
If it could cry out,
What would it say?
If it could run away,
Where would it go?
Nothing. It remains unheard.
Nowhere. It remains dormant.
It sits. It waits. It thinks:
“I am just a stone. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I take up space. I am insignificant. I have no value.”

It hopes a day will come soon:
When a person will take notice of the stone.
When that person will pluck the stone from its bed.
When a person will hold it softly in their grasp,
Knowing that they have found something… special.
When that person will wipe the dirt away,
Revealing something wonderful underneath.
When a person will carry that stone with them,
Fearing they may never find another like it.
When that person will find favor towards that stone,
Because they know, somehow, that it is unique.
When a person will decide to keep that stone close and nearby,
Because, somehow, it has become special to them,
And therefore, never want to part from it.

Some days… I am that stone.
Some days… I am that person.

 


Copyright © 2012 Andrew Hildreth


Lemons

Write a three-line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.


When paired up with black pepper, you make my chicken taste better.

When drizzled over cooked fishes, you make them oh so very delicious.

And when your slice is upon my glass and your flavor is in my drink, I can enjoy my iced tea because you put the zest in everything.

 


Copyright © 2012 Andrew Hildreth


A Haiku

Write a haiku (a three line poem where the first line has 5 syllables, the second line has 7 syllables, and the third line has 5 syllables). Haikus are often about nature, but yours can be about anything.


drop of water drips

drips causing ripples to shift

cycle repeats … drip

images

…a haiku by andrew found in Haiku Park

 


Copyright © 2012 Andrew Hildreth