Well, I guess I'll start it off by giving you a taste of my attempts at artistry....

I wrote this poem in April of 1990. I was inspired by my desire for Jordan. This one was actually published with the American Association of Poetry!

The kiss that never found you

That heart-sent kiss of passion
That lip burning kiss of desire
Has not yet found you.
We can find it lodged upon you picture
There sulking for eternity in it's hell
Of burning love.

That feeling of being lost in
Ever going plains of unfound kisses
Where the sun is cold
The ever so hot pavement burns feet
And cripples legs, leaving it there for
Dead and unfeeling.

That pain and agony of the heart
That thunderous roar of hollowness
Is but part fo it
The hand that shakes, the lip that quivers
Has yet to be touched by the
Beauty of your soul

That kiss, that wonderous thing
That soul giving kiss of lust
Has not yet found you
Upon the staleness of the atmosphere
It swims and crawls and flies in a
Never ending search

The kiss
The kiss that never found you.

Here's a special answering machine message that was sent by Nicole McFaddena twenty-something NKTOB fan forever! It's pretty cool..check it out!

"You've reached the funky, funky answering machine. I'm out hanging tough somewhere else but you can show me you have the right stuff by following my answering machine guidelines step by step. so leave your name, number, and the time you called and i'll get back to you as soon an i can. and remember it ai'nt over 'till the fat lady sings, or at least until you hear the beep. peace."

This wonderful peice was sent to me by Amy Singleton

A Time Of Change,

The lives of men change everyday,
even if they liked it better that way.
The time of growing past the falsified images
of people they used to be sends a sign.
A sign that only developes with time,
and with it knowledge.
To be and feel as an image looked upon takes responsibility.
Responsibility that is looked upon as good, not bad.
But when that responsibility is no longer needed,
your image that was looked upon falsely; is gone!
Only the true image seekers stick with them.
The artificial ones tend to fade with the fame.
I am a true seeker, and I do still admire the men that realised...
It was a time for change!

By: Raevi Cohran