Orange You Glad

“Paint It Black” paint you black; isn’t that what I’m offering or maybe it’s more that I’m offering you the darkness in order for you to shine brighter. I offer you all the time I have left and when I die if you truly are the one I love, with what words I have to give I offer you immortality but you want the now.



My heart has been shattered and with it the light, no wonder I look to beautiful girls full of light, color, and beauty to replace the nothingness I see inside myself. The thing is I don’t need much light just enough to beat out the most terrible darkness that is inside me, enough for me to see. So is that it, I’m offering to let you save me and in truth I don’t want to be saved, if anything I just want someone to burn with me, a fallen angel, hellfire.



All I have plenty of is time, at least for love, at least for you but what is it that I want to do with that time; I wonder have you read my other entries. I gave Chrissy a year and a half of my life but of course she brought me back from the dead; how I would love to leave this world, no a girl like you with the truth that you are beautiful, that you are loved, and that no matter what happens to me that such a love will never die. You might be “Just Another Girl” though and what do I have right now other than my darkness, my words, and time.



I can promise that I won’t get “Tired of You” if you truly are my love and that “I’ll Be” the greatest fan of your life. In the end though what do I truly know about love, I’m not ripe yet so honestly you’re like all the others, Orange You Glad.



~Orange You Glad~



Ripe

Season of love

Do you like?

Am I enough?



Fallen, picked, or plucked

From so many to be

If I have such luck

I guess we shall see

To only… or be in love

You and me



As I’m stripped and peeled

The inside of me

My fate is sealed

Is this happening?

To know, to feel

With you to be



The taste, the rush

A sweet confection

Becoming us

Natural selection

Love and lust

Lips an intersection



My beautiful girl

A flood

Not one word

The flavor, the touch

My world

This love



But this season

This time

Doesn’t look a thing like Jesus

So you won’t be mine

I’ll have no reason

And you’ll say goodbye



Ripe

Far better to be rotten

Won’t love me right?

My love for you stoppin’



Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

Fine Dime

It is by no means fair for me to say that all women are whores but the question is what do women want because what I have to offer they definitely don’t want. Here’s another question… who came up with calling women “dimes” personally I think some women are worth so much more and yet how many times have I been disappointed?

I don’t know where this comes from, The Abomination doesn’t respect my mother, I’m way pass the art of chivalry, and you might say I was influenced by the media but I came up with the idea that women were supposed to be respected and taken care of. I’m not trying to sound like some sort of caveman here but that’s what a man does and the thing is I don’t have any money but for the right girl I would do anything; I thought girls liked poetry, flowers, and candy but at the end of the day it always comes down to my face. Women don’t want anything from me with my face but I write a poem and give it to some other guy and a girl’s panties drop quick.

I have a problem, when it comes to any girl “She’s So High” above me and the thing is I lift them even higher and I guess no girl can reach such expectations and then I get upset when I can’t reach them; hell they fall and I still can’t. Personally I have come to the conclusion that money and money alone is the only way to somehow reach that pedestal I have placed all girls on because my words, me being sweet, and of course the nice guy routine never works… but really I am a nice guy or at least I try to be. What about Chrissy… I thought she was different but in the end all she saw was the monster but if a monster has enough money he can get away with anything.

You don’t need love to have money but you need money to have love; maybe I was born in the wrong age because in this one I have nothing to offer. I say I find some girls disappointing but it’s me poor, lonely, and all alone. If only I was worth a Fine Dime.

~Fine Dime~

Fine dime
One of a kind
More like a dollar
That’s why I holler

Try and work
Be a jerk
All for her

Fine dime
And I whine
Because I’m no “quarter” back
Never had it like that

Before bottled water
With a quarter
Just to court her

Fine dime
To be mine
Would’ve been fine
If only for a time

But to drive… please
Hell to fly, a dream
She’s so high above me

Fine dime
I try to deny
The nickel in my pocket
But I can’t drop it

Her love I need
If it were free
Beg and plead

Fine dime
Financial bind
Give my heart and a penny
I’m still empty

Her heart a house
And I’m kicked out
Always without

Dollars and cents
Love makes no sense
And she’s so fine
But she’s not mine
One Fine Dime

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.

An Offer You Can and Will Refuse

“Only a fool refuses a woman who offers herself” Inuyasha; so what is a woman who rejects a man who offers himself? I guess it starts with what I’m offering and while I do offer all that I am, I’m afraid that’s not much.

I have never have any woman offer herself to me, mind, body, soul, or anything else that she may possess, which I have built up in my head as being everything. There was this girl I knew back in high school and I never considered her girlfriend material but what if she had wanted to be with me. I suppose it’s only fair nowadays considering what I am willing to give; what would you call a woman who rejects me… Chrissy, Susan, or whatever her name happens to be.

What I want to give is love, to be in love “unconditionally and irrevocably” as Bella put it; scary isn’t it that no one has ever loved me but I can think about being with some girl forever. I would offer my words and yes I do but I have wasted so many in my rejection that I wonder who even owns the words anymore. There was even a time I said “I can’t live without you” and that’s true enough; who could ever fall in love with a dead man… ha Trinity maybe.

Don’t feel bad for rejecting me like all the others I mean we are talking about catching a “Grenade” right? For the longest time I have believed that I am not worthy of love, don’t take this as a lack of confidence, it’s just me being honest.

So I can’t have love, I suppose I’ll be the typical guy and ask you simply for your body; yeah you just threw up a little bit right?

I could send you some pictures but what good what that do, other than the whole vomiting thing. Most of the time I don’t even know what I look like but when I do dare to look in the mirror my body isn’t much of anything. Did I mention that I’m also a virgin; twenty-six years old, still a virgin and still alive or at the very least existing.

I can’t offer you the night of your life and I must admit I have offer thought if I had the funds… but I could never even buy a woman; yes I know I watch a lot of movies. What about the fucking; obviously if you’re here you know my mind has been warped beyond repair, so the things I would do to you?

I don’t have anything worth the price of a princess, an angel, a goddess, or “Just Another” girl, as if I had a first one. I still think someone there has to be so humiliating video of me making it’s way across the internet and yet I want some girl that would be willing to make a sex tape. “If Only For One Night” to not be alone, to at the very least imagine what it’s like to be in love, and for once to be happy.

Sounds like I’m asking for everything and offering nothing I know, that’s why it’s an offer you can and will refuse but here I am hoping you won’t.