boy emma when used toward an adult male, this term generally denotes that he is being viewed as a sex object. methinks. 990417 ... emma not that there's anything wrong with that, by the way. 990417 ... dallas Perhaps as a sex object... but I also like to think of it as the simpler side of things... like back in the days when we were all called boys and girls, life was simpler... relationships were simpler... everything was just a big flow. By using those terms, we can try to remove the stigmas associated with adult relationships. Maybe I'm just being silly, though. 990417 ... emsie I agree with you, dallas. I miss those times when life was not as complicated as it seems to be right now. That word invokes the emotions of simpler, easier times. I miss those times. 990620 ... emsie ...but even though I miss those times, I like these times better, I think. Some of the complications make me happy, and I don't think I could go back. 990620 ... OTK Nothing more than a derogatory and dimunitive term, whether you're horny or not . . . GIRL! 990723 ... Bono A Blue Eyed Boy meets a brown-eyed girl. Whoa-oh-oh the sweetest thing. 990817 ... andrea what i used to like only now i'm not so sure... 991220 ... andrea I held a tearful child at my daycare one day this summer. Wiped away his tears and comforted his pain. He looked deep into my eyes, and saw I was one to be trusted; unlike those who made him cry. The lost game of checkers was merely a cover-up to let out the frustration he held at being so out of control and helpless and unable to change things. Little does he know, I would gladly turn his world upside down and shake out the sticks and stones that have bruised and broken his bones. Would offer him a gentle touch and loving words that would never harm him. Being told so often he is worthless makes him disbelieve me when I say his artwork is worth putting up on the wall. He does not understand why I, a virtual stranger, should choose to compliment him. Few have been kind and it shows in him. Birds of a feather-that’s what we are. I can see the same shine in his eyes that once blinded me to the truth of wrong and right. All I can do is hold him. Hold him and give him nothing but all the kindness in my being in hopes he will come out all right. I pray that God will make him safe and one day be able to reach his little hand out to ask for help. copyright 1999 991231 ... mad madame mim Toward another he has gone to breathe an air beyond his own toward a wisdom beyond the shelf toward a dream that dreams itself about a boy beyond it all about a boy beyond it all from the forest from the foam from the field that he had known toward a river twice as blessed toward the inn of happiness about a boy beyond it all about a boy beyond it all from a chaos raging sweet from the deep and dismal street toward another kind of peace toward the great emptiness about a boy beyond it all about a boy beyond it all [ ] I stood among them I stood alone boy boy just a boy just a little boy [ ] just a little boy who will never grow 000101 ... BoofPixie sometimes when they smell good, i forget that they have bony little chins that dig into my shoulder. 000311 ... girl i have one and im never gonna let him go 000328 ... Katie Rose I've seen pictures of the beautiful boy who is now the wonderful man that I love. His mother shines through his eyes and smile in those old photos and with time he's transformed with his fathers features. My heart smiles every time I see him. I love being in love! 000619 ... amy somebody deliver me a nice boy, to hang out with me and call me names, and who isn't that dumb, and isn't just like Josh, and lives close to me, and is my age, and likes to joke. and i'll promise not to be frigid. 000803 ... memememexo a boy died. once. twice. over and over. i watch them. die. i try to stop them. grab them. hold on. take them into my woumb. give them something. something worth living for. no. the call to death is stronger. so i kiss them goodbye without even knowing it. read their obituaries in tomorrows papers. goodbye. 001002 ... josie I have been watching as three beautiful boys fall further to their demise. And I am not one to try to *change* the world for the better, for that is certainly not my part. I merely offered my opinion, strong at that, so perhaps they could allow themselves the freedom of thought to actually see & understand what they were doing to themselves. ::Living without air:: ::Living without water:: ::Living without space:: Beaten down, I sit stood up and walked away from those boys, THOSE BOYS, everyone knows those boys will never stop, those boys say it's just a phase.. that's lasted 3 yrs. Trying to become men while deliberately inhibiting their minds from it for the fix of that supreme atomosphere and passionate melody. Convinced they never have to leave, the boys simply dance onward towards the green light.. in hope that the next high will be greater than the last.. and I sit here crying, for I haven't seemed to move the souls at all of the three most tender boys I've somehow fallen in love with. 001108 ... josie ::but I'm still dreaming:: 001108 ... Rhonda Boys lie no matter what they tell you And don't ever forget it! 001202 ... JACKIE THIS BOY I LIKE HIM SO MUCH HIS NAME IS ILLAN HE HAS CUTE BLUE EYES THE ONES THAT DROWN ME AWAY FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE HIS ARMS THAT HUG ME TAKE ME AWAY FROM THE PAIN I ONCE FELT THIS BOY NAMED ILLAN I LIKE HIM SO MUCH AND I JUST HOPE HE LIKES ME AS MUCH AS I DO .... IF HE LIES I WILL CRY IF HE USES ME I WILL DIE DEC/28/OO 001228 ... aj you make me want to put on my sweater 010215 ... p. i am one 010227 ... . fucking capital letter are annoying 010228 ... Tank once upon a time this was a really cool clothing store... 010228 ... rudhaen running in the rain fighting the bad guys growing until indistinguishable until they sleep then silent eyes tell all 010228 ... alegra i know a boy who notices things. i notice that he notices. and sometimes we both notice each other. i like it when that happens. 010411 ... florescent light I met a boy tonight we took a drive we didn't hit it off we didn't have anything in common but when I look at him I see someone real he doesn't try he's himself when it was time to go home I felt surpringly sad I still feel sad don't know why we didn't kiss or even hug maybe I would have liked a kiss but that would be a sign that he liked me if I knew he liked me, I wouldn't want him anymore 010610 ... NinNy nu nu I WANT A MAN NOT A BOY, IT'S JUST NOT FAIR. hELLO AND GOOD BYE. 010611 ... yummyC I stick to the term "guy" most males I am associated with are too ...something... to be called men. and too old to be called boys. 010718 ... birdmad with the thorn in his side 010718 ... stars Every man is still a boy in his own way.. everyone is still small. It's the little things in life that age you. The loss of a loved one.. a friend. But what if you've lost youself.. how old do you get then.. 010929 ... Fire&Roses I love you boy. 010930 ... kim immature male 020114 ... cabinfever what i was and what i am, but i dont have anything to say other than why did it happen and why does it work when will we go amnesis of a lifethread 020211 ... sp0rkf00 So yeah. I miss him. Sue me. And its only taken me a week to figure out that's why I'm in this funk. I miss the Boy. Now admittedly, as suspected, any sexual tension that may have been shared between us was totally obliterated once the idea was consumated (Yes. I said that. It was consumated. I know, spare me the lecture). But in the aftermath, we got to be really close friends, and pretty much on the sly, because neither of us really wanted to deal with the Drama. Very rarely do I find people that I connect with on the level the two of us found ourselves. I had forgotten it could happen. I had also forgotten how great it is to talk to someone Who Knows Things. He reminded me how much I love History. He reminded me that I was smart. A thinker. And educated even. He made me remember just a little bit more of who I am. But here's the thing. I saw myself getting close to making the same disasterous mistakes I've made before. I saw so much of the Good Things I loved about the x-Boy. Dare I say even the Evil Boy. And even some traits that I wished them both to have so badly. But when it all came down to It, it just wasn't there. It never was. It hurts you know. I still feel like I'm a complete failure as a heterosexual. I still look at the whole thing in that light. I know, this isn't all that great for the self-esteem, and I'm really trying to work past it all. Or better yet, stop trying to work so hard. And just be. 020301 ... girl_jane What's behind his eyes? 020301 ... lycanthrope boys cry sometimes, boys want things blindly, but boys don't have to know and boys don't have to be the best and boys can forget to keep score and boys can play, and find their niche in a cloud's changing form or in the way the wind makes a dandilions pedals its own. And boys know that they caused all of it. That they are the center of a world too large to ever know completely, the justification of so much beauty. And they keep it behind eyes innocent except for the traces of hunger, which sometimes go wrong. 020301 ... sad girl when i first meet a boy that i like my roommate and my father (the two men who are the most protective of me) always refer to the new boy as "boy" rather than his name. i think they hope that it would be a passing fling and that it wont last long enough for them to have to learn his name. sometimes it is and sometimes it isnt. i call the guys that i date or are friends with and hang out with boys because the word is less scarey than men. the word man makes me think of hairy people that are my dad's age. men with careers and wives and kids. i go after boys- boys in their 20's. men are scarey. boys i can handle. 020302 ... basketcase He'll leave too. The good ones always do. 020520 ... not an angry girl i told myself i'd never go for a boy again. because they were too young because they were too much of everything that hurt me. lies and toys and promises that were always broken. so i gave up on boys. and i found a man. a good man a nice man a man who works hard. but i realized that a man is still a boy. a boy in the body of man. who still plays with lies and toys and promises that were always broken. and one after another it hurts. and one after another i ask myself what is wrong with me. and then i wake up and say it's a new day and i'll be fine. and i'll find someone someday i will. there's this new boy. not yet covered in the body of a man. with curious eyes and soft hair and a pretty smile.