Your Occupying Romances (Crushes!)
 

These past couple years I've found that my mind hops from romance to romance. These thoughts seem to take up a certain section of the brain. Lets call it the "romance chunk." These people who are the subjects of my romance chunks allow my thoughts to come to some peace, on the mere thoughts of their character, future character, their promise, their figure, the things that make them so, their living beauty in the perspective of I. Sometimes these people are people I can engage for a further relationship, and sometimes they are somewhat intangibly out of reach to any result to physical attention.

You could equate the "romance chunk" to what is more simply known as a "Crush." Ah! "Crush!" What a fitting word for those crushing effects that another person can have on you!

I find the feeling of having a crush a very delightful one. Even when these people are out of grasp, it's still an entertaining thought for me personally, to just wonder on them, and fix fantasy scenarios that involve the two of us. If I dare to fix such in the fascination!

So, this is a topic about crushes, more or less. How do they effect you? What do you do about them? (Artistic things may entail here, or actual motions) How do they initially strike you? Stories? Etc.

My most recent crush involves a 14 year old girl. One of my better friend's little sister. I've hung out with her on several occasions and am now quite befriended with her as her oldest male friend. At first I was not able to see the beauty she withheld. But I've been beginning to see her beauty beginning to bloom, and yes I deem her beautiful already! Lest my thoughts shan't breach borders of fiendish sexual lust (almost pedophilic) but I still might entertain thoughts of her body against mine. (Ohhh!) To my delightful behalf I have a good hunch that we share an unspoken attraction, too. She laughs at all the little jokes I make, always gives a little snicker. And now I've been finding myself just making these little charmful jokes for her sake, to hear her laugh, and see her smile. Aw, my heart wrenches so! If there is one thing I possess as a virtue, it's patience. I could wait for this girl to grow up a bit, and to finally engage her. But by no means would I limit myself in the meantime to getting other relationship experience, but I do not shut down any fact of us creating colorful sparks in the future. This is kind of weird, too. Get this: This girl had a file in Legend of Mana, and she had named one of her aquatic pet: "Aquas" before even knowing me! How weird is that!

It's like how people say the want of something is sometimes more satisfying than having it. (Albiet I think this phrase applies to material things more often.) But I emphasise this notion for my situation, the notion of her brings me a contentness, a vial of hope in my breast! If I'm lucky, these crushes will inspire me to write. I wrote a poem for this girl, and hope to have it finalized soon after getting it critiqued by my current instructor.

Er, how old are you? Because having crushes on 14 year old girls just isn't right.




(Sup VG?)

Are you British? And from the nineteenth century?

Anyway, crushes, yeah. They're interesting, when they develop. I don't find that I've had any in a while, though. I find physical attraction, or friendship, or maybe an almost brotherly affection, depending on the girl, but an actual crush, something that I can think about, hardly happens to me now.

Yeah....a six year gap may not be much when your Fifty, but the difference between a 20-year old and a girl probably not even in highschool is huge.

Okay dude... what part of the united states are you in, where you don't think it's a bad thing for 20-year-olds to be attracted to 14-year-olds? (For future reference, the sexual attraction is pedophilia in and of itself.)

I mean, if it's legal, sure, but... well, maybe not so sure.

Haha... yeah, I too would have thought that you were a hopeless romantic, part of the Romantic Movement of the 19th century that got warpped into the Age of Anxiety, hehe...

Well, its good to like someone but I think a 6 year gap certainly is too wide. I guess she sees you more as someone whom she can look up to and learn to be cool from. I think most teenagers at that age would think hanging out with someone older than themselves (and yet not as old as their parents) pretty cool. My only advice for you now is not to let anything taint the friendship you have with your friend's sister. :)

I wonder if 14-year-old girls were the inspiration for Shakespeare.

Well, regardless, what My Dreams says is good advice, although I will point out that there have been plenty of times that my friend's sisters, sister's friends, or even girlfriend's friends or sisters, who were far too young for me, displayed this kind of attitude... and I thought they simply looked up to me, then came to find out later they had a HUGE crush on me, were totally obsessing, et cetera.

Scared me lots.

When I was 15, I had my first crush... yep she literally crushed me. After I was crushed by her rejection, I fell into a depression/self pity stage. In grade 11, I ended up failing three classes and one credit short of not graduating... :(

I got over it with help from a close friend, and in Grade 12 figured out my life and did very well in the last two years of High School (Grade 12 and OAC).

These days, if a girl turns me down, then whatever. Just got to move on. Generally, I think about the girls I know, the potential etc., but in the past few weeks, I just play it cool. And if someday I peak a girl's interest, then we will see what goes on from there. I find after about age 20/21, crushes don't really affect everyday life. I mean, you are either going to do something about it or not.

He doesn't speak like a 19th century english writer. He writes like a foreigner who learned english as a second language.

As far as crushes go, I'm not really fond of them. They're a small degree shy of an obsession, and the focus really isn't on the other person so much as what they do for you. This includes the desire and consequent suffering when are you are forced to accept, day in day out that who you desire is unattainable. It is unhealthy to indulge yourself in crushes.

Which is not to say eliminate romance. Sure, be romantic, enjoy it, but be aware that your feelings are false, your perceptions are clouded, and until familiarity and time give you clarity, you do not love.

I agree with you here. Try to trust me that I'm not a pedophile or that I actually want to *ahem* desecrate this girl with my manhood. *sigh* I simply speak of a relationship that I do have healthy reciprocation from the other party in. This isn't exactly the regular crush that is unbeknownst by the other party, and where the one who has the crush pines over the romanticized (more or less) one in a hopeless solitude. I think you guys are exaggerating my feelings for this girl, but I don't outlaw there is SOME lust involved, too. More on the lines of "future lust" OR "future romance."

Perhaps I should rephrase the discussion of this topic to more so enquire on possible relationships or not-as-possible relationships, of which we think about on a daily basis? Romantic thoughts involved?

FYI: I live in the United States, in Minnesota. Sorry if I was unnecessarily flaunting in my type. -_-

And Avalo: I'll take that as a compliment... I guess.

I find when I try to be really stilted and verbose that upon rereading it days later, I am embarassed to have written it. It never appears to be eloquent in the slightest. Instead it's a mass of words that don't really play all that well with one another.

Despite all of that, I still do it. That may be why I was perhaps overly harsh in my judgement of your diction.

It's creepy enough that you feel some sexual attraction to this girl, but a lot of guys your age, just coming out of their teens, still think of themselves as 'just a few years older'. Fine. It's creepy but it's not criminal as long as you keep your hands to yourself.

What I find significantly creepy is that you feel a deep, close attachment with someone who's basically a child. You mean to tell me you feel an adult's attachment with someone who's barely aware of herself as an individual? That speaks to an underdeveloped mentality in yourself, really. Something you try to hide by speaking as eruditely as you can.

You have Issues.

It's really not as much of a "deep, close attachment" as you make it out to be. I am somewhat fascinated by who she might become, yes. And such fascination allows me thoughts on "future romance." Seriously, "future romance" is the key phrase here. Is there something frigid and cold about this prospect that I don't understand? Can I not have hopeful (and fantastic) thoughts on the prospect of the girl's conscious personality? I don't think you understand my friendly sentiment here, as her friend and possible role model. This is basically me, giving her future character the light of a yound adult's wonderous perspective. In that, there is my romance for her. It's a diverse appreciation.

Yes, you sound mildly predatory.

"Oh, I can't wait to see what kind of person this girl will become!" Now, that's something parents and family members can say, but it's in fact entirely too intimate for a friend to say. Instead of having a crush on the future 14 Year Old Girl, why not have a crush on someone more your own age, and more the maturity you would like to see in this teenager?

When I was younger, crushes were pretty important to me. Having one on someone, or vice-versa, I got a rush. For what reason, I don't know. Maybe it was a heightened sense of sexuality or something. Now, I still have crushes, but now I can rationalize them into either "dating potential in the future" or "fapping potential in the future." In the end, they all seem to end up as fapping material. :(

You are admitting to having a sexual attraction to A CHILD. Do you get that? It doesn't matter if you mean to wait until she is a little bit older (and by a little bit I sincerely hope you mean to wait until she is at least 18). You're lying in wait for this little girl to mature just a bit more before you take advantage of her. She is 14 years old. You have no business fantasizing about her body against yours now or in the future.

Yes, a friendly role model who shares a "mutual attraction" with a little girl. There's something wrong with you.

Bah. I was being dense, should have kept my mouth shut. I would never take advantage of this girl. OKAY. And the possibility of anything sexual related is pretty much totally out of the question, and that includes before she's 18. I'm relating on a harmless fantasy. I have plenty of sense to not stoop so low. I'm a friend of the family. But I'm made out to be the bad guy here because of just that, a harmless fantasy I thought I could share because I was in a giddy mood from not sleeping. I understand your concern, I DO! But here me straight that this is a distant fantasy. And I intend no evil doing! NO EVIL DOING!

And honestly I don't jerk off to the idea of such! I actually thought about it briefly and decided that I shouldn't.

My description of my "crush" is for the most part a big hyperbole for my feelings. That I shouldn't have presented publicly. Does it change anything if in my perspective I view her as a girl more mature for her age? Is it just about maturity? What is it exactly? In my fantasy she is depicted as a mature girl, and a blaze burns in her eyes. (Would you be curious to read the poem I wrote on her, perhaps it would justify me more?)

The good that exists here, in my opinion, is that she is revered by me, a friend! Is that not a greater good, for reverence of one another to exist in the boggle of waves and space that exist between people?

What you should understand is that this girl will most likely not grow up to match your fantasy of what she will be, or what your future romance might be like.

She's going to go through many physical, mental and emotional changes, because she's still right smack in the middle of adolescence. By the time she's old enough to date, a lot of those qualities that you're admiring now may have changed, or disappeared altogeher.

In that case, why even pin your hopes on her? Wouldn't it be better to find someone else closer to your age to share these feelings with?

And by the way, I'm curious -- how would you feel if she finds a boyfriend closer to her age? It's very possible, y'know.

I understand that. By most means this is a temporary thing, just to keep me occupied (thus the topic.)

Pedos never think that what they're doing is wrong. After all, they love the kid.

Just because you haven't technically done anything doesn't make you morally acceptable. The simple fact that your sexual thought processes have moved beyond, "wow, that kid'll be cute when she grows up" into "I have such a crush on her, let me just fantasize about her for a little bit...without fapping. For now" means that you've got some serious mis-fires in your brain, and you need to go talk to a professional before you end up in jail for "desecrating this girl with your manhood" as you so delicately put it.

Wow, you guys are fucking harsh. It's just a crush, you lame brains! Dude isn't looking for your approval, he's looking for your stories. As though nobody here has ever crushed on someone they really shouldn't have... What's the point in lecturing the guy? You think it'll change the way he feels? Christ, you'd think he was the only one who ever had thoughts that society might frown upon. It's not like he seduced her with his maturity and dashing good looks here. Damn man, I'm 20 and I've found myself pondering "what ifs" regarding my 14-year-old friend, but it's because we're really good friends, not because I want to bone her. We all think about doing things that we'd never actually do.

And for the record, there's a world of difference between banging an 8 year old and being attracted to a 14 year old. The reason pedophilia is looked down upon is not because the act of sexual intercourse is disgusting, it's because it fucks with the kid's mental development. Clearly he cares about her, and that's the difference. Pedos don't care about ruining a kid's life, they don't care about how they might affect their development, and that's why they're scumbags. Don't come down on this guy just because he has a crush on his friend, and certainly don't try to make him feel dirty because he shares a bond with someone younger than him. Seems to me he knows the difference, so what's the deal? Now, if he went and boned her, that would be a different story, but that's not the case, so lay off. Jesus.

Anyway, in an attempt to put this thread back on course...

I get crushes all the time. A guy I know coined the term Chronic Infatuation Syndrome, or CIS for short, and I"m definately a sufferer. There's a really good friend of mine I've known for about three years now, and I've had a crush on her exactly that long. I've never acted because she never seemed that interested, and I never had the confidence for it in the first place. That's starting to change, so I don't know how our relationship might change in the future, but the outlook ain't bad.

Over the years, I've had a lot of crushes that never came to anything. It's never sexual for me, it's always their personality. I dunno, is it possible to get a crush that's predominantly sexual? How do you guys define a crush, anyway?

Dude, I told a story.

I define a crush as being someone who you fall for quickly, but you never really approach or attempt to make any real move to either a) get to know them, or b) or make any sort of process that would allow an opportunity to ask them out somewhere. Crushes usually involve you very rarely connecting with them mostly due to the fact you are to afraid to talk to them. In the end, when you finally make a move its too late and they know that you have been secretly attracted to them and they response negatively. Their negative response crushes you.

Hence the term crush.

Aquas, I agree, I have been too harsh, and I for one would like to extend an olive branch to you. Please, show us your poetry. I'm sure your feelings are noble and good.

People don't finish their mental development until well into their late teens. I read about a study that said, in fact, that people don't gain the capacity to really get sarcasm until like sixteen or seventeen, for instance. I mean, just throwing that out there.

Uhh, Phoenix, maybe it's just me, but when you've got a creepy crush, you generally don't want to indulge in it, share it around, revel in it like this guy seems to be doing.

Phoenix, you're confusing pedo rapists with the general population of pedos. A lot of them are very caring individuals who listen to their victim's problems, think of them as a family member, often while reinforcing their isolation, breaking down their self-confidence, and making the kid totally dependant on the guy. And so-subtly pressure, cajole, and convince them that they're doing the kid a favor by touching her twat or his prick. "Furthering their sexual maturity" and "Bringing them into adulthood" are two terms I've heard. The headcase ones are the worst, if they don't convince the kid it's shameful, the pedo will convince her that it's totally normal ad he or she's the only one they can trust, and that breaking that trust would be worse than death. And they genuinely do believe they hold the child's welfare as their top priority, even above their own, though they're actually stunting an innocent's emotional growth even if nothing sexual happens.

Double Post:
Might be true. A lot of people on the internet can't grasp any sarcasm without obvious verbal cues or rolled eyes. I don't know how well that explains people who manage to miss a </sarcasm> or :rolleyes: though.

I guess all you have to think is a lurker is sarcastic over 75% of the time and that can help you in the long run.

But yeah, 20 crushing on 14. Personally, I don't even know how you would be able to relate in anyway a crush on someone that age. I am sure that there are plenty of other women more around you age that you can be crushed on. I know even in my case at 22, there are many girls that would be much more worth being crushed. Anyway, I would suggest you uncrush yourself from her.

Although, I have to admit, this thread was a pretty good thought.

I think we have to bear in mind that Aquas himself, in all probability, does not likely have a conscious choice on whom he has a crush. Crushes are irrational infatuations, something associated with the impulsive, capricious side of human nature.

From my experience, it comes first as a flirting, transient notion and eventually develops into a craving want to be better associated with the person. I would prefer to associate this want with being one of promising emotional security and dependence rather than depraved sexual lusting. I myself have never had a crush on someone so much younger than me and am currently very happily attached to a very delightful woman so I do not consider myself in an elevated enough status to judge, much less surmise, guess, or deduce the nature of Aquas' feelings for this girl. I can only say that I personally believe that romantic notions can be purely idealistic and unadultered - call me quixotic, but I would rather very much prefer to keep this optimistic outlook than be unnecessarily burdened by the immorality going on around me.

I think all we can do now is advice Aquas to keep his feelings on hold on the basis of rationality; he has to bear in mind that any wayward actions on his part would be unfair to his friend in the extreme for she is only a fledgling incapable of very much self-protection.

I assure you I have spoken with the utmost sincerity in this entire thread. I honestly would like to read Aquas' poetry on the subject.

Ok, I believe you this time lurker. Consider this your 25%. ;) ;)

These days, I stay away from Crushes. They are a waste of time. If you like someone, do something about. Tell them as soon as possible that you have some sort of interest. If they find out from someone else that you may like them, then everything goes down the drain, and you get crushed. That is what happened to me...:( Good thing I am friends with her now, although I rarely see her. I did see her the other day though.

Goodness! Some people arguing the other side for me. I was feeling a bit isolated there. My intentions in this nature of thought for the girl are overall cautious and careful, and the heart of which is concealed with my optimistic demeaner with her. I won't infringe upon her or persuade her. When the time comes that I suggest our relationship to advance, it will be the RIGHT time. A time far away from here, a time I can't imagine where I'll be. In the distant future.

But frankly I'm tired of defending my nature on this situation.

"romantic notions can be purely idealistic and unadultered - call me quixotic, but I would rather very much prefer to keep this optimistic outlook than be unnecessarily burdened by the immorality going on around me." - einherjar

Yes!

Well, here's that poem I spoke of.

Aptly titled:

To 14 from 19

Your face beckons me pleasance
a fantasm of my thoughts present
a spell fits between us
and in its colors

I see you
when you visit a time
of a future desert:
you're wearing a dark green bandanna
your eyes I can't make out their color
they are those indecipherable oasis
that spill the light of water and earth.
Your hair holds steady its curls in
the heavy heat. The flavor of your cheeks
melts onto the neck of your dress
a most beautiful and daring design.

When you visit a time
of a future spring,
you stand erect and naked (it's cold)
your feet are the frog's
and the sea-textured boulder's too.
The way you stand in the river's stream
is the way you shine in the summer's sun
who deems the brilliance of you.

Now,
I hear your infectious laugh and
I taste the air around you for hope.
Your hums are that enchanted sound
that does me in entranced.
You are a girl's blooming youth.

I see your eyes
pace into the dusty forest
I am your tall elbow
conjoined with your own
my head at the top of the trees
I narrate the woods
discern between the healthy fruits
and the poisonous ones
I watch you eat
and your smiling lips
when you see a fox tumble.

I see each time you breathe
rays of sunshine twist into your mouth
of those I allow you breathe
I filter that magic around you

I am a young man's charm
to allow you the body's giggles
I am the patience of your future present
when I confess my gentleness...

On the infinitum of layers
that make us think together
about the fantasy of us
making a sanctuary of a bed.

On an afternote, please do revive this thread 5 years from now if you would be so kind as to apprise us all of your situation with her then. It would be very very interesting to see if you possess such patience and determination given the daunting circumstances. Time is after all the best judge of truth.

Have you ever heard of the word "grooming" Aquas? It's the pre-molestation interaction with a child to prepare them to eventually have sex with you. Maybe I am being too harsh, but this sounds and awful lot like what you're doing, and if you have let her read that poem I'd say grooming is definitely what you're doing.

Maybe your intentions are good. Who can say except you? But it does seem strange to me that a 20-year-old man is having fantasies about a 14-year-old girl. As for whoever said that we all have fantasies about things we'd never do, I agree with that. But I can say with 100% honesty that I've never fantasized about anything sexual with a little boy, much less to the point that I'd write poetry about him and share my "crush" on the internet.

I hope her parents keep her well chaperoned when she's around you.

Oh, Alice. =) Not showing her the poem. Thanks for the info on "grooming" however.

Self-righteous naivete is so refreshing in the mornings!

Naivete? Nah, I'd say I'm just a little uninformed. The topic of pedos has never held much interest for me. Perhaps you will notice that I'm not arguing the points I was proven wrong on, or any for that matter? It looked like the thread was turning into a flame-fest. I honestly don't see the point in berating the guy, when information is so much more useful. Calling a guy a pedo because he's crushin' on someone he shouldn't seems harsh to me. Perhaps he's just as uninformed as I am?

Whatever. I never heard of 'grooming' before either, and that kinda made most of my post pointless. But that was obvious before you posted, which means: You added nothing! Then again, a post in my defence adds nothing to the thread either, so I guess I'm a hypocrite!

Yay hypocracy! :D

Hey Alice, where'd you hear about "grooming?" It wasn't on the wikipedia entry about pedophilia. =(

No Radez, it's legit. Wikipedia isn't the be-all of knowlege.

Absolutely wonderful, breathtaking imagry here. Do you have anything more about this girl, Aquas? I can't imagine the muse of love paid you a visit but once.

Aquas, that chick is gonna drop you like yesterday's turds before she's even 18. Or even 16.

Seriously though:
She's still growing up. She's got all this stuff to discover about herself and her surroundings - rebelling against authority figures and such, and so if you're willing to go through all those things with AGAIN with her, and she's willing to take you along for the ride, then you shouldn't expect anything to come from it.

Even more seriously though:
Don't be a fucking pedo.

I figured it was legit lurker, I was asking more out of curiousity where someone normally picks up information like that. I figured maybe she heard it at a parenting class? You know, as a "things to watch out for" type of warning. Otherwise I have no clue, and I've been really interested lately in how information spreads. That's all.

Well, I heard about it through the mainstream media. Also the internet.

Grooming means preparing, in the sense of grooming horses and dogs for racing, hunting, whatever, grooming a boy for royalty, grooming a vice president to take over the company. Preparing a child for molestation is just another way to use it.

But since you bring up wikipedia,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_grooming
http://www.vachss.com/guest_dispatches/grooming.html

Frankly I don't think Aquas has the suave to pull it off, and 14 is a little late to start. Hey Aquas, do you happen to have any candid photos of her? No need to post them, just curious.

No, nothing more on her yet... Thank you for the comments! Admittedly I've considered doing a poem on the lust side of my feelings. But I haven't mustered up the raw emotion for that yet, and it would be kind of difficult, duely because she has barely matured into her body. Limits here.

Tama8Chan: I would wait for her to get through that, but if I happened to be around, I'd be happy to lend the aid of my wisdom. If ever necessary due to kindness and responsibility of an older friend (if our regular friendship grows.)

Koifox: Haha, no.

I read the pedophelia page on Wiki simply to educate myself more on the matter, since I seem to be stepping on both sides of the border here. ^_^
Treatment strategies are creepy. Lobotomies and Shock Therapy? Heh. Although I think those were reserved for pedophilic sex offenders, of which the article mentioned were 10% of the people who rape children. And more un-pedophilic oriented offenders rape children because it is "situational" to relieve stress.

Oh man. I am so thouroughly creeped out right now, it's more than a little ridiculous.

That said, I crush all the time. I love women, all women. It's easy for me to find the beauty in any given woman, and this is a very bad thing. I tend to walk a tight-rope between friendship and something more with every new girl I meet, and more often than not I fall. Sometimes there's no saftey net, and then it gets messy.

You'll have to believe me when I say I'm harmless though, and that the feelings are kept to myself until that, "So, you wanna go ice fishing?" moment arrives, and when she says no I move on. If there's a net.

No net? Well, that's my fault, and I probably come off like a creeper in those situations. Whatever, I can't help it you ladies are so sweet. I just do my best to be a gentleman about it. No means no. I got that.

And all mine are 17+.

Words fail me. Honestly, I'm speechless over here.

strawberry roritaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

This is really, really, really creepy. I need a shower :(

*masturbate furiously

AND SWEETS IS A GREAT SINGING GROUP SIMPLY BECAUSE MOST OF THEIR SONGS REVOLVE AROUND TOUCHING YOUNG GIRLS IT DOESNT MEAN...oh god what have I done :(

I'm going to do you a favour. I'm going to go through this god awful poem and tell you why it is absolute rubbish. Mind you, I get paid as a TA for English courses, and normally you'd have to be in one of my classes to get this... but you, oh mate, you're worth it.


To 14 from 19

Your face beckons me pleasance
a fantasm of my thoughts present
a spell fits between us
and in its colors

First off, let's hit the obvious. This sort of archaic language usage is A) a sign that you're overcompensating for a lack of actual language skills, and B) a pointless distraction. It's like flashing neon lights over the Mona Lisa so as to attract attention. You're hurting the work with this useless writing "style."

I see you
when you visit a time
of a future desert:
you're wearing a dark green bandanna
your eyes I can't make out their color
they are those indecipherable oasis
that spill the light of water and earth.

Your visual imagery is trite, hackneyed and cliched. Next you'll tell me how deep, like the ocean, is her gaze. Again, you're using laughably outdated stylistic devices to get yourself across. I can only assume this stems from uncertainty in your writing abilities.

Your hair holds steady its curls in
the heavy heat. The flavor of your cheeks
melts onto the neck of your dress
a most beautiful and daring design.

This has nothing to do with the writing, but that last passage screams sexual involvement. Try arguing again that you have no sexual feelings for a 14 year old. Christ.

When you visit a time
of a future spring,
you stand erect and naked (it's cold) Oh, come on!
your feet are the frog's
and the sea-textured boulder's too.

See, the last two lines were fairly good. It's a nice image, it isn't overly drawn out and you didn't have to put on your Lord Byron costume to pull it out.

The way you stand in the river's stream
is the way you shine in the summer's sun
who deems the brilliance of you.

Now,
I hear your infectious laugh and
I taste the air around you for hope.
Your hums are that enchanted sound
that does me in entranced.
You are a girl's blooming youth.

Not as bad as the earlier lines, but still. No sexual feelings for said 14 year old? What's that, Mr. Freud? You have a cigar for me? I'm sure it's a friendly gift with no secondary meanings at all!

I see your eyes
pace into the dusty forest
I am your tall elbow
conjoined with your own
my head at the top of the trees
I narrate the woods
discern between the healthy fruits
and the poisonous ones
I watch you eat
and your smiling lips
when you see a fox tumble.

This is just getting creepy... So much phallic imagery...

I see each time you breathe
rays of sunshine twist into your mouth
of those I allow you breathe
I filter that magic around you

Oh, I get it. You want to be the only person she ever learns anything from. This is a wanting to be needed thing.

I am a young man's charm
to allow you the body's giggles
I am the patience of your future present
when I confess my gentleness...

The body's giggles is the single worst line I've ever read. No, second worst. I once read this poem that went "It feels like I'm surrounded in darkness, like I'm living in darkness." That was worse, but this was close. Again, very poorly worded.

On the infinitum of layers
that make us think together
about the fantasy of us
making a sanctuary of a bed.

This would have been a very strong line if it was the ending of a decent poem. Of course, it isn't. In one fell swoop you've managed to write a horrible poem and prove you fantasize about having sex with a 14 year old girl who clearly doesn't know enough to understand your "brotherly instincts" are predatory in nature. You're covering for bad writing with faux-erudite language. And you're covering for possible pedophilia with thinly-veiled attempts at excuses. Sorry, mate. I have to grade you.

35%.

I personally think my revision of the second stanza is much better suited to this poem:

Your hair holds steady its curls in the heavy heat.
I write this flagrant poem to you,
To convince you that you're not just a piece of meat,

It's good, but I prefer this version:

"i liek 2 watch young gurls and jerk it ruff 2 them"

As written by my friend, the english professor.

Hahaha.

Maybe it should've been "To TRY and convince you".

Since no girl, not even a fourteen year old, would fall for that.

Honestly, if I was a fourteen year old girl, and some twenty year old creep wrote me a poem, I'd ask him to sign it, and frame it with "CREEP" in big bold letters.

Oyvez, this is quite disturbing. I don't know if you noticed, but there are plenty of perfectly good women out there who you'd be able to date without getting arrested and hopefully without all that goddamn teenage angst. Still, you have balls posting stuff like that (albeit, ones as big as poppy seeds).

I have to dock Deni a few points for deigning your travesty of a poem with a response, but he wins them all back for sheer comedic value.

Since noone visits my journal:
http://www.419fun.com/math/math3.jpg

There's this dude on the intraweb named Kevin Wong. I think he and this dude should be chivalrous together.

An excerpt:

"As Launa was staring at the beautiful grounds below her balcony, Kevin decided to enter Launa's room to let her know that he was here. However, just as Kevin was about to approach Launa to let her know that he was here, Launa suddenly left her balcony and immediately went into her bathroom; she had not noticed Kevin's presence.

In her bathroom, Launa had drawn a hot bubble bath for herself, and the tub had just become full when Kevin began approaching Launa, which was why Launa suddenly entered her bathroom instead of receiving Kevin. The bubbles and temperature of the bath were just right at this moment for Launa — with pillows of steam and thousands of delightful bubbles rising from the tub — and so Launa wanted to enter her bath right away. Plus, Launa did not know that Kevin was in her bedroom, and so she had no reason to stop her plans of taking a soothing, steamy-hot bath. As such, even though Kevin was standing in the very next room, Launa sexily dropped the pink bathrobe that she was wearing straight to the ground, revealing her absolutely stunning nude body and her untouched virginal skin. Placing her delicate right foot in first to test the water, Launa found it to be just perfect, and so she proceeded to place her other foot into the wonderfully comforting bath, and then she lowered her entire sultry body into the pure, steamy water that was now entrancingly settled beneath her.

As the sweltering water wrapped around and soothed her aching muscles and nerves, and the sensation of the soapy bath began to enter her body, mind, and soul, Launa soon began to daydream. With the pleasurable heat of the water surrounding her and entering her, and her body naked and free as it was, Launa could not help but fantasize about the love of her life, Kevin, as she sat blissfully in her bath. As Launa dreamed of Kevin, she unconsciously and slowly began caressing her body with her hands — from her head, all the way to her feet. As Launa did this, her body quivered with excitement, and tiny goose bumps began to ripple all over her body, causing it to tingle with joy. After losing herself thusly in her dreams for a couple of minutes, Launa suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing, and she bashfully smiled and began to clean herself appropriately — like she was supposed to be doing all along!

After Launa began taking her bath, Kevin could not help but sneak a peek at his beloved through her open bathroom door. As Kevin looked through the bathroom door, he saw Launa bathing her delicate body with a pink bath pouf, and when she was finished, she proceeded to wash her hair with a rare shampoo that kept her hair shiny and healthy. Then, using clean water from the bath's handheld showerhead, Launa rinsed her long and lovely hair, and she cleansed the cloud-like pillows of soap that had collected all over her body during her earlier fantasies. Although Kevin was glancing occasionally at Launa while she bathed herself, Kevin behaved gentlemanly, and so he did not look at anything of Launa's beyond what would have been chivalrous; Kevin just wanted to see how beautiful Launa's face was, as she gracefully bathed herself in her bubbly bathtub. Besides, if he and Launa were ever to get married, Kevin wanted to save the mystery and the once-in-a-lifetime experience of seeing Launa naked for the first time, for their wedding night. And so, as he became entranced with the beauty and the purity of his lover Launa, Kevin could not help but remember how special and magical it was that he and Launa fell in love in the first place, and about the day when he first learned that Launa loved him, as much as he loved her..."

Fuck, I wish I was making this shit up.

Set tasers to "REDUNDANCY" and fire on Kevin Wong.

Fuck man, I WISH you were making that shit up too.

No wonder your Professor friend mocks him.

http://books.google.com/books?vid=IS...sec=frontcover

Look him up, Aquos. He is your future.

I see your neckbeard glistening in the sunlight,
I smile coyly from the wading pool in my bikini top
that suggests my age is greater
than the kids section at k-mart prescribes

you descrate me with you manhood
that only renaissance wenches so far have felt
your harem finds a new member
as you member me into the twilight

Your soul says you are like 19
Your firm buttocks glistens as many gifs before you
Alas! I see your ID peek through
Your age on this earth is but 5
I stare at the developing autumn walnuts that is your womanhood
My neckbeards throb with the thoughts of you
I wonder if its rape if they cant spell statutory

I wept, I laughed, I cried.


A+

Wow! Thanks for the feedback Denicalis.

Not a huge fan of the first stanza either, but was thinking of a way to start it out because it originally began with, "Your fresh thighs make me sweat"

I won't deny the sexual nature of the poem, and the imagery involved there. But you must take it as an outlet into the poem. I think the sexuality of it is indeed somewhat trite because I don't exactly feel that way, but I am also uncertain, too. Like I'm asking myself, "Is it okay for me to think this?" and I'm telling myself, you are probably right "Perhaps if I am suave with my words I can ameliorate what is controversial of my feelings here," but I digress that such thoughts deserve the tribute that is the love poem. They deserve the poem. Even if it's sucky to an audience, it helps me take a stand somewhere.

Let me ask you how I should improve the poem? You seem to be downright against the poem's subject, not considering that in my twist of words there is something meaningful besides the hidden notion that perhaps I want to have sex with her. That IS a hidden notion, but there's a reason I don't downright say "I want to insert my member into her soft gush," or whatever phrasing. Let that reason be the author may actually want to (or NOT want to against his own will) or the author is uncertain, or the author is curious, wonderous, contemplative, mystified? It's a matter of interpretation, I feel is the case here. Especially my interpretation of my feelings, that is uncertain. You must understand this is the first time of tried to deal with these kind of young love ideas. I might try to re-write something that is more honest to the pedophilic notions you oh so frame light in. .....I dunno.

I'm quite curious to see what kind of comments my poetry instructor will give me on this one.

I'm glad though because you understand how I feel in some of the stanzas. Understanding is powerful. Even in a bad poem? I don't like "the body's giggles either" it feels incredibly cheesy.

Your feedback is greatly appreciated, Denicalis. Thank you!

This isn't an intense crush at all, either, it's more on the base of curiosity. Granted, I'm kind of a strange fellow, as some people I've met have flat out told me. I laughed at the joke poems, neckbeard is a great image and it reminds me of how Bjork talks about inhaling beards all the time in her lyrics.

Kevin Wong eh? I'll check it out. But I didn't like that excert a lot, it was indeed redundant, and I was hoping he would go in the room and be like "Hey sup."

Aquas... O.o

This "crush" is an sexual obsession that will undoubtedly lead to you having sex her unless immediate action is taken. I think you'd rather use this girl as a sex toy rather than a partner in life. You've shown that it's more than "mild interest" or a "base of curiosity" over and over and over again, though you deny it. Your thoughts are very disturbing. And all writing this poem will do is increase your lust.

If you cared about her, you'd cut all ties with her until you get your feelings and thoughts under control and never go after her again. This is a 14 year-old girl for heaven's sake! Let her have a normal life, with a normal guy her own age who will be her husband. I'd also advise you to refrain from sexual fantasy with others, too, because that's not much better.

If you want to use her as an object for sex, great, do you what you're doing now. You're definitely well on the way, but I guarantee you, that'll be all it'll be. Short, sweet, and bitter.

Sick of the same replies. And sick of reiterating myself where my intent is continually not comprehended the way I wish it were. It's too complex to be broken down. My thoughts are slightly disturbed because of general depravity of physical love, probably, if you so see it that way. I call it a glorified romance for what is fantasy to be. The thing that makes me feel good about writing this poem is that I can still feel love without actually experiencing it through my notions and words. I illuminate an idea like this to make myself feel good about myself. Sure, some factors of lust may be involved. What is love without lust? You guys fail to see the point I'm trying to make and stand stabilized on.

The idea I'm taking is of the utmost pre-emptive appreciation for a person of whom allows a warmth to be felt in my heart. There's this warmth. It's all about the fucking warmth, okay? Just imagine this warmth. With your friends, with your boyfriends / your girlfriends, the often un-spoken warmth of familial love. It radiates from our hearts in a large electro-static like field, like how the Earth's field looks like, with the curves at the north and south poles. When hearts come together, maybe in a 10 feet range... these fields are effected. I am investigating how the fields of how this girl and I react. I investigate it through the ability to change my thoughts into words, it is very fascinating. It doesn't matter if we are or aren't destined to be together, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. And it probably doesn't matter that I write the poem, except for my own personal gain. But I write it. I fail to see the difference here if she were 2,3,4,5 etc years older. So what if I happen to have this kind of insight in the reaction of a girl 14 years old. Nobody knows how I see her except me. At this point I'm writing this only to liberate myself upon the judging. And I reiterate from what I've said previously, that it should have been kept to myself... like most poetry should, in the dungeon of thoughts that cross a poet's mind. The only reason I brought this thing up was because it was my most recent thoughts of which I would categorize in the general order of a loving infatuation. Hell, I don't love this girl. She doesn't love me. I don't freeze up near her or stare at her, but I like to make her laugh, that's my confession. The notion is that maybe the energy between us already loves itself? The same could be applied to so many situations of the beginning of relationships, I think. You don't really know. The only minorly unfortunate part of this is that I won't really know for a long time, in a lower division of chance that I continue to think about our energies. It's SO very unlikely I pursue it. I'm beginning to feel a bit upset at how inflexible some of you are to this grade of thought, as this KIND is of the minority of my thoughts. I should shun myself in the future if all my romantic thoughts are held on my friend's little sisters. But due to this wonderful situation, I've had the pleasure of being in the presence of my friends sister, and recognized admirably the same warmth I feel in my friend as well.

HEROES OF DESTINY

"In the murky moonlit moonlight Kevin, who by descent from a man and woman who had an intimate relationship bore the surname Wong, drew his sword, which was not too heavy, albeit his scrawny build that permitted him the ability to wield anything that was not too heavy, like that indicated by the weight of this sword, and stared at his arch-nemesis, ipwnzyoo, who by descent bore no surname for he did not know from whom he was granted the seed of life and the gift of the womb, with eyes wide open, piercing the still night air, which though still was not still enough to warrant that Kevin cease heaving in the revitalizing air that would prevent him from dying a death of asphyxiation rather than a glorified death as the battle-slain; he longed so much to be post-humously conferred the title of the "pwned".

With swift, hurried, strokes ipwnzyoo dispatched the languid Kevin upon seeing Kevin, though Kevin saw him first but was distracted by his meandering thoughts on their mutual hierachy and the possibility of being forever adulated as a chilvarous hero, and thusly failed to evade the mortal blow that was dealt upon him by ipwnzyoo."

Man. Heh, I checked out Kevin's website and read what I could on that google page. He seems like a pretty righteous dude. Looking at the excerpt Denicalis posted earlier still makes me crack up though. From browsing his website it seems he feels very blessed by his faith of God and in living. Do you own his book, Denicalis?

Dude, it isn't about "warmth." It's about you wanting to stick your 20-year-old rod into a little girl. Why do you keep going back to the damn poem? The poem isn't important.

Also, "I am investigating how the fields of how this girl and I react" what?? You need to stop investigating and get away from this child now, before anything happens. God, I hope she has observant parents.

Aghast! The poem is important because that's the soul. It's more about how people think I want to do that, but that is false. I'm friends with the parents. It is completely about warmth, too.

I think you should add this stanza:

Your tiny frame reminds me
Of carnal desires untouched

Virgin and pure, sweet and mild,
In the coming of time, you shall be mine

Alright, out of left field I know, but that's the incorrect format for filling out a madlib. You simply ask whoever is providing the words to offer a noun, verb, adjective, pronoun, adverb, etc. and you fill them in appropriately.

Don't get me wrong though, I enjoyed it. Just, uh, felt like I had to say something.

This isnt a pirate RP forum mister.

Although the quiet place would be a thousand times better if it was.


Aghast! T' poem be important because that's t' soul. It's more about how landblubbers think I want t' do that, but that be false. I'm buckos with t' parents. It be completely about warmth, too.


oh god I just read this

Nevermind this has convinced me yo are SOUL MATES (mateys)

Pirates say avast, not aghast. =( I know these things, having an MP (masters of plundering) and a PhD. in Laughing and Jumping Off of Things.

Though I still agree, that would make this forum kick ass.

Here's a tidbit I thought I'd throw into the mix...

A friend of mine, who was 19, thought it would be rad to go out with a girl who was 14 at the time (who he knew I liked, and I was 16 so it was a little less not-okay.) Apparently her parents thought it would be rad for them to get ENGAGED.

I want to be a pirate, yarrrgh.

A real pirate wouldnt correct anyone! Turn in your eyepatch.

A real pirate corrects whoever he pleases, now WALK THE PLANK.

Also: A real pirate is MALE. OFF THE PLANK, WENCH.

Aquas, the reason why everyone's on your case is because there is nothing that attracts college-age men to snot-nosed junior high schoolers. If there's any warmth you feel for her, either you're a sick fuck (very likely) or you're extremely lonely and will reach out to anything female, and construct an elaborate personality for her that you will then attach yourself to.

Look, anyone can read between the lines. You say your poem is the soul, then say the feelings of lust very obviously outlined in the poem are disingenuous, but then say that the poem is out of place without such lustful feelings, and then say we should not bring the poem into it. It talks about you allowing her the right to laugh. You can't see anything wrong with that, of course, because we misunderstand. But look, you just said that it's the soul, and evocative of the warmth you feel for her.

No one wants to believe that they're a bad person, Aquas, and so you continue to feel that you are not. Maybe you aren't, but you aren't doing yourself any favors by continuing this fantasy roleplay with an idealized child that doesn't exist. And if you were to want to further your self-indulgence - and everyone does, no one but fictional characters are satisfied with unrequited love - you will be doing an innocent party a very grave injustice. Get out now and build a shrine to Brangelina or something, someone who you can't hurt.

And for god's sake, don't bitch about people misunderstanding you when you write so obtusively. It's not 'just the way you write' because you were using shorthand and slang in chat, just like everyone else. It's intellectually dishonest and so are you.

Fixed.

This is simultaneously the worst and the greatest thread I have read on these forums.

Parley?

BLAST THE FRENCH.

We need to get back on topic here. You know, telling Aquas what a sick fuck he is.

Wouldn't it be "whomever" instead of "whoever?"


*Shrug.* Not the grammar police so I guess it doesn't matter.


[Edit:]

And in effort to stay on topic - a 19/20 year-old male being attracted to/having a crush on a 14 year-old female should make an attempt to look for women in his own age bracket.

Actually, and unfortunately, that's just not true. 14 year olds don't think it's sick when 20 year olds flirt with them, they're enamoured--because he's college age, and mature (supposedly), and girls that age long for anyone to pay attention to them sexually. That doesn't make it right or consensual if something does happen.

Just more evidence that women are genetically predisposed to remain in the kitchen.:edgartpg:

Whatever. You're not going to tell me that any 14 year old boy is going to turn down a 20 year old woman who wants to seduce him.

Hell no. Any 14 year old boy would be glad to get laid, regardless of her age. It's quite different from "oh wow, he's a college boy, i feel special". It's "sweet, pussy!"

Obviously they don't.

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive...2teacher1.html
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive...2teacher1.html
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0803052teach1.html

Like I said. "Sweet! Pussy!"

This thread isn't and hasn't really been on topic besides the topic of my romance, and some questions on pedophilia. So I'm gonna close it. I've been judged and the general concensus is that I need to evaluate myself for having these thoughts. To that I say, "Sure, okay, legitimate concern." It's a sensitive subject, obviously. Go make a thread on the sewers if you wanna continue talking about my "values." In quotations because my idea of value (which is subjective) is disagreeing in that I want to "put my diddle" in this girl, which most are going forth to believe. I do agree that I have a sort of attraction to the girl. Enough said.

The thread was supposed to be about other people's experiences with crushes or random romances 'n such. Which it wasn't very fruitful in, but it was fruitful in what I decided to share.

For fun, I'll leave you guys with an (unrelated to the girl previously mentioned, but to a girl my age) erotic poem I've written. :juggler:

Blood Source

As I think of you
this moment is very exciting
because I don't know you are.

As I become erect
I think of you, and
of my pumping blood
into my member

and as I think of you
I want my blood inside of you
surging directly from me
and from my thoughts into you.

I see your sad eyes as I donate to you my endless love

When it's all done
I see you flush up,
vigor rise within you
so I smile.