I sit here alone in my apartment. Finals season has begun. A week from today, I will be free...

Poetry is a lost art form. Poetry is understood by few, and liked by even fewer. So tonight, I will leave you with this original poem of mine to bridge that gap between you and the poetry world:


A Love Poem by Allan
You move me in ways I have never been moved,
Like a bulldozer picking me up and throwing me across the room.
Passionately. Intimately. Injuriously.
Your breath is sweet,
Like a strawberry lollipop.
Just kissing you gives me a cavity.
Your scent is like the morning dew
Mixed in with the morning coffee, the morning newspaper,
and the morning milkman's stank.
Your eyes are like the jewels from Titanic,
glistening in the sea, gazing at me from afar.
Please Rose, move over and make room for Jack.
Oh how I long for you,
Like I long for the 2006-07 NFL season
So I can finally see Matt Leinart in a Cardinals uniform.
Oh how I long for you,
Like the X-Men III movie featuring Famke Janssen
in spandex that seems to keep shrinking as the movie goes on.
Oh how I long for you,
Like I long for John Mayer's third album, Continuum, coming out
later this summer.
On Comet! On Prancer! On Cupid! On Blitzen!
Oh Richard Nixon, why did you leave office so soon?
If potential is all it takes to be named
A top player in a minor league organization,
Then baby, you and I are 5 tool prospects.

We were meant to be, that much I'm sure.
Sure as the surest man who was so sure of himself,
He refused to purchase any insurance.
Like George McFly says,
My density has brought me to you,
But it's my destiny that will allow me
to leave with you.
I look at you, but you refuse to look back.
Is it my lack of fashion sense? Is it my glasses?
Does my nerdishness turn you off?
For I would buy you the finest things in the world
If that is what you wish.
I will wait in line for the PS3 for you,
So we can play Madden 2007 together.
I'll be Tom Brady,
You can be Deion Branch,
And it will be poetry in motion.