From the beginning

02/11/2013

Today, February 11th, 2013, is my 3565th day since my first bloop entry on May 19th, 2003.
all together, I have 1231 entries in my bloop life.

It is amazing to see how long I have known some of you... Let me back up...or go forward as the case is.

There is a poem I wrote to-for Karen a bunch of years ago. I was wondering when it was from. In my poetry document, the poem is there but not the date it was written. Karen said "well, wouldnt it still be on bloop?" I reminded her about the bloop crash of 2008...but told her that just before that, I had saved my diary onto my computer. So I could find it. My first poem to her was on 12-03-2004...9! YEARS AGO!

So then I got the thinking, and I started reading my diary from the first entry. I must say and I am up to entry 342. I relived my grad school and CAGS day-to-day days, including internships and all the people I met along the way, both good and baddd.

I read about my twin telling the family that he's going to prepose to Lindsay, and the first time I met her and their wedding and my best friend's engagement and his wedding with me making the bachelor party with strict demans from the to-be wife "no strippers" and I wrote about the various concerts and sporting events and the trips to get to some of them.

I wrote about relationships, crushes and the various dating sites that I spent lots of money on, only to have a few dates and for those few dates not to workout.
Of course I wrote about being sexually frustrated and just frustrated about not being able to "see" what females look-feel like. (and to you who says it's not a big deal? now that I have been there-done it, *sticks out tongue) it still is a big deal.)

I would not be a poet with bloop and without all the wonderful bloopers who encourage me, praise me and challenge me in my poetry. I have written from my heart and it is my meens of creativity. I have written about my life, about your life, about sex, drugs, rock n roll. I have written about sports, and both fiction and nonfiction. I have written from the female view and that of a war veteran. I have written about my relationships, my fantasies, my hopes, dreams and frustrations and depression. I have bared it all for you to read. Just like everything else on here I have shared with you. I currently have 279 poems.

one of the most amazing things to me is? How long I have known some of you for and how close we have become over the years.

Rachel...you wont believe this, you noted my first enttry That makes you awesome. hehe
You wrote : Hee hee... my tongue is pierced...

Kimberly, Bestie, your first note was 02-24-2004 and it readd the following
I love the title of your diary and I love this piece. Visit my diary sometime if you'd like, its all prose.

Olivia: I showed you, but here it is again... your first note was on 04-05-05 and read:
That is a very awesome poem
Thank you for the note! It's too bad that the first entry you read of mine happened to be a survey done out of boredom though haha! Stop by anytime!

AND Karen's first note to me was on 10-01-2003.

and here is the poem I wrote to Karen on the above mmentioned date...I guess not much changed.


The Lake
12-03-2003
By Jonathan

Laying side by side
Underneath the midnight sky
Laying on a blanket
Everything is quiet
Except for the grasshoppers and our soft breathing

Holding your body near
Whispering protective words, in your ear
My fingers playing in your hair
In our secret place, we have no worries, no cares

Resting your head upon my chest
My hands exploring your body, from your cute bum to your breast
X/ing an image of you in my mind
So I can recall your figure, at lonelier times
Wishing you were mine

Singing as I place kisses on her
“I am the man who will fight for your honor
I’ll be the hero that you’re dreaming of
Going to live forever
Knowing together
We did it all for the glory of love”

Your soft voice telling me sad stories from not so long ago
Holding you, waiting to hear what else you will show
Painful memories, you cry
I kiss the tear from your eye

I make you laugh
I make you sigh
I make you feel good
Like you never thought you would

The dark of night
Your smile is so bright
Laying upon me, Soft kisses on my lips
my hands massaging, from your shoulders to your hips


you yawn into my shoulder
whispering, the night is getting older
your body is getting colder
I just hold her

Kissing romantically
Your body melting into me
Our tongues playing a game of chase
As our heart beat accelerate

Breaking apart, leaving me wanting more
I know it is time to go, can I walk you to your front door?
Holding the blanket, and holding your hand
I wish things could be different, I wish I was your man