Keeping to myself,
Not joining the rest.
Only I know why,
Truly it’s for the best.
Someday, maybe, my stomach won’t be in knots.

Wanting to dance with you,
To hold you close to me.
Moving to the beat,
You being the only thing I see.

But I know it won’t be,
No matter how much I wish it were.
Cause I’ve asked before,
And got the cold shoulder, brrrr.

Wondering how come,
How could this happen to me?
Yet still I don’t know.

To walk beside you,
In the soft moonlight.
That’d be grand,
All through the night.

To talk with you for hours,
Getting to know you better.
That’d be great,
Listening to your every word and letter.

To spend time with you,
Seeing your smile beam.
That’d be wonderful,
But alas, it’s only a dream.

Went to the Motor City Comic Con yesterday. I had a great time, although I am now broke. Got a lot of autographs from Star Trek actors including Jonathan Frakes, Grace Lee Whitney, BarBara Luna, Dominic Keating, Connor Trinneer, Robin Curtis, Ethan Phillips and Robert Picardo.

Everyone was friendly, especially Robin Curtis, Ethan Phillips and Robert Picardo. I also bought Robert Picardo’s two cds that I didn’t already have. I could have bought them earlier off of his website but I was wanting to wait until he came to a convention so I could get them autographed as well.

Later in the afternoon went to a question and answer panel with Robert Picardo and Ethan Phillips. They’re quite hilarious and were joking with each other through pretty much the entire panel, oh and they answered questions too.

After the convention we stayed and watched an original play called Housecall that was written and performed by Ethan Phillips and Robert Picardo which reprised their roles from Star Trek: Voyager. Quite humorous, especially the ad libbed parts, if you ever get a chance to see these two at the same con and they’re doing the performance I highly recommend seeing it, well worth the $15

Stacking them up high,
Thinking they can reach the sky.
Putting blocks seemingly on a whim,
But they fit into a plan to him.
Stack a red one there next to the green,
Making an amazing scene.
But when it’s all built,
And made not to tilt.
That’s when the real fun starts,
Because that’s when you knock it apart.

Yearning for it to happen,
Wishing it would come soon.
But knowing I still have to wait,
For Friday afternoon.
For that is when the good times start,
And I don’t really need to worry.
Because work is over for the week,
And I need not rush and hurry.
But it’s not quite time yet,
And it’s so far away it seems.
But until it actually arrives,
I’ll still have my delightful dreams.

Pouring out my thoughts,
Emotions being set free,
Now on the paper.

So many possibilities,
Of what could be hidden inside.
Is it a new book to read?
Or maybe a scooter to ride?

The suspense is killing me,
Part of me wants to rip it open.
And yet also,
To keep it sealed is another yen.

Because sometimes it seems,
As strange as this sounds.
The possibilities inside an unopened box,
To the imagination has no bounds.

I cannot go on,
Knowing you’re so far away,
But you’re in my heart.