Just a few things

So I am looking at getting a new job, looking at moving out again. I think this will be the last time I leave home. The next time I live with my parents will be when I take care of them in their last years. It is a scary thought in some ways, and yet it is something that I am eager to embrace. It is time that I start truly acting as an adult, paying rent and dealing with the fact that we cannot always have what it is we want most.
I have finally given into the fact that my passion is caring for the Elderly. It makes me happy, fulfills something that desperately calls out and demands to be recognized inside of me. The idea of management or some other role in the administration in a small to mid sized facility appeals to me very much.
Erin and I are working on being more creative. We are constantly playing our communitive novel wirting game, as well as starting to take up old hobbies. We each played an instrument and were involed in voice in school. So we are each encouraging eachother to take up these hobbies again. I have been trying to write poems, though it is spotty, insparation comes when it comes.
No one reads this, perhaps Erin will. But I have not handed this url to anyone. I wonder a little why I have these things.

I want to hurt

I thought I knew what desire was
What it is to need to want
I believed that I had felt the fire
How wrong I was

Those things which came before
The stirring of want others brought
Are small and shallow
Nothing to this surging need

You stroke my arm and side
Fingers straying to my breast
It is hard to catch my breath
My checks blush

Teeth bite down on my lips
Your lips are so soft
Pressing on mine longingly
Painfully sexy kisses

Your hands stray again
My hands are wound in your hair
I am moaning around your tongue
Your hands send shivers through me

In but a few stolen moments
I am ready to melt
My mind cannot comprehend
I do not try to understand

I want your mouth
Bite me again and again
Leave behind marks
Sign posts of desire

Shyly we pull back
What have you awaken in me?
There is a hunger here
I want to hurt

A Poem

Death never gets easy
She is merciless
But she herself is never cruel
Death is always with us
Keeping as company
Watching over us
She is always patient
Death loves surprises
There are those for whom
Death is longed after
She is a friend,
whose visit is long over due
Her tender caress
The gental release
Is dreamed of endlessly
Because life is pain
And Death is beyond

The first entry

This is me trying this out. Not sure what I will put here yet.
HI dancing wondering
HI dancing wondering
HI dancing wondering
HI dancing wondering
HI dancing wondering
HI dancing wondering
HI dancing wondering

That was a test to pick my font, Lucida Grande it is.