love poem meme

[foxxcub]

I am HORRID at poetry, jsyk.


only a kiss
i told you
or at least tried
only a kiss
only words

Obviously, I am feeling very schmoopy tonight. Join in? :D

Comments

[flimsy.livejournal.com]

?
:D

[munkykiss.livejournal.com]

[slowlikewine.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what's expected of me. Please to clarify. (I'm using the icon I use for when I want to tell someone I adore them though. :) )

[wordsalone.livejournal.com]

My photobucket account is all screwy! :(((((((((

This is all I have on LJ:

[phillyfilly.livejournal.com]

Roses are red, violets are blue, your poem was good, and I luv you! :DDDDDDDD

[spindlelimbs.livejournal.com]

because I had a shitty day...



♥

[panicmydear.livejournal.com]

Jon Walker, you smite me. *_________*

And because they are so bad ass:

(http://s329.photobucket.com/albums/l398/hardcoreXsuperstar/?action=view&current=Image7.png)

Gotta stay true to the OTPs. <3

[1strangebird.livejournal.com]

Frolic!!

(http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b227/Sekhmet72/In%20a%20Panic/OTPs/?action=view&current=458c75d2.jpg)

(I know it's blurry, but I love this picture soo much!!) &hearts &hearts &hearts

[thismuchmore.livejournal.com]

They're such boyfriends here, I can't stand it.

(LOL HTML FAIL. AND I'M STUDYING WEB DESIGN; I SHOULD KNOW BETTER.)

[castoffstarter.livejournal.com]

know what i always loved about jon? this fic i saved forever ago. it's locked now so i hope meg doesn't mind me c&ping. i doubt she will:

remember to sing along
(895) // (PG)
for we_are_cities june 05 07 (http://community.livejournal.com/we_are_cities/94707.html) prompt.
started as comment!fic for castoffstarter and then grew. ish.


Jon picks up on the little tiny baby things about each moment, some days, and it makes his head swim with constant possibilities and the idiosyncrasies he knows he could only admire from a step away. He remembers being young mostly when he kisses Brendon, and he smiles into Brendon's mouth. At night he thinks about his brothers and their suits and ties, now, and how they're jealous of what he's got but he still feels that urge to keep up. He remembers them running fast out of the front door to get away from him, and the sound of shoes slapping pavement echoed a sort of rejection he hardly feels anymore. When he does, it's pushed away quickly by everything he knows for sure, like steady warmth of a body breathing next to him and hands and shoulders and eyes. At home he's nervous and can't quite sit still, and he aches with a feeling that nothing seems right. He doesn't feel like he exists there in quite the same way that he does when it's the four of them, and the first time he was at home for more than a couple days, it was overwhelming and he didn't get it, mostly tried to ignore and distract and keep busy. He never felt like he fit in, anyway, with his hand-me-downs and his ratty tennis shoes and eyes too honest-looking to be anything but.

The three of them aren't his favorite people, he doesn't think - not in some hierarchical way - but reevaluating is different outside the context of hometowns and friends since grade school, and the first time he thought about knowing Ryan, Spencer, and Brendon in any sort of permanent way he decided he'd like to be more himself, whatever that means. It was easy and sudden and he hadn't been expecting to fall in so easily, but he means more and says less, keeps better track of bad moods, and lets things slide without worry.