- Have any of you ever read the Steve Harvey book “Act like a lady, Think like a man” book?
- Is 90 day too long to wait for sex?
- Is 90 day too soon to have sex?
Have plenty of responsibilities
but need a break, a 15 minute visit.
The phone to my ear, while taking
to those of you on the other side of the glass.
Mental slavery is worst than physical slavery.
Limited movement due to lack of freedom
the burden weighs very heavily
and breaking me down mentally.
A very long and ardouous journey
wishing on a freedom thats never guaranteed.
No matter how many times I change channel
still nothing on TV.
No matter how many times the menu switch,
my belly is still empty.
Food is so nasty.
No matter how many times I exercise
I gain weight, but still feel scrawny.
No matter how many times I clean
the stench in the environment is still nasty.
A bad dream you never wake up from.
Noisy environment loud enough to hurt your ear drums.
So I have pleasant dreams in my sleep
and waking up to a nightmare.
Life is a nightmare with my worst fears.
Trying to move forward but constantly
Life is a shank that waits around the corner at a blind spot
watching me, calculating my every move.
Once in life’s view, it strikes at the side at my preipheral.
I’m leaking on the floor without any towles and tisssues.
A scar for life across the body makes me angry, and holds me back mentally.
Parnoid as hell, every movement now I make
have me overthiniking.
Life is a life sentence and its makes me lonely.
Going to bed with sexaul images in my mind
and I wake up horny.
Its a situation where a dream just stay a dream
and never comes true.
I, as a person will never grow, but the paranoia just grew.
Just raise a caveman from dead and give him a position
In the Information Technology department.
Just think about that and imagine that?
What’s the matter?
What’s the confusion?
It’s suppose to last forever
so why this conclusion?
lead to an unsolved mystery.
Murder in the 1st degree
a relationship is just another casualty.
Everyday love is found
Everyday love is lost.
Some days, love is peaceful
Some days, love is at war.
Some days are heaven
Some days feel like
the battle of Armageddon.
Victory we seek
but not guaranteed
because only one choice is worthy
out of two outcomes.
Romantic relations arrive
like weekly income
but most can’t manage to save it
and make it last.
Disagreements and arguments
are more ruthless, leading
to hurt feelings
but yet on Instagram,
the smiles wide
like Cumulonimbus clouds
in the sky.
Deep inside the cloud
it’s defined as a nimbostratus.
Dark raining cloud above
gave you a complicated status.
We try to demonstrate hood actions
but disagreements hold more weight
since agreements is light
like a feather
and yet the weather is bright
How ironic right?
Sometimes things are not meant to be
Maybe because love is preexisting,
Meaning your heart is a hard drive
with a partition that’s stored with memories
of previous love letters and romantic dates
images of a previous face.
You refuse to erase the data stored
and don’t have much space
for a new face.
Can you comment below and list at least one double entendre I provided?
I have an episode that I will be uploading tonight on my Podcast.
Name of the upcoming episode will be “Sex on the First Date“.
On this episode, I will be explaining, my opinion about sex on the first date, why I believe people have sex on the first date and do I recommend people to have sex on the first date?
I can save your soul
and love you 1000 ways
I adore you like gold
You’ll forever dwell in 1st place
You are my trophy
and I have made space
Inside my heart
which is home
where I provide space
for your precious face
which imitates a diamond
shine like police sirens.
A sweet taste
of your breast
on my tounge
Your the Colgate
and keep me healthy
Our differences mix
in apple cider.
on the beach
when united together.
No matter the weather
A dark storm or bright sunlight
its always a bright day
and I love the smile on your face.
and I plan to keep it that way.
I look tough but my love for you
is more than enough.
I love you more than life.
I will love you until the day I die.
Like a plane in the sky,
I feel high.
Relaxed and feel like I’m
in a different zone, different world
but my lungs is healthy
heart full of love.
I provide entertainment and
you love to watch me
like a sitcom.
Listen to this episode of my podcast, Spoken Word Poet, Is Poetry A Waste Of Time https://anchor.fm/david-hockaday7/episodes/Is-Poetry-A-Waste-Of-Time-e3n8sr
Click on the link above to listen to my poem!
Last year in June 24, 2018, I went to an poetry open mic night at the bowery club in NYC to recite “Should I Go To An Open Mic“. It was such a lovely and yet nerve wrecking experience. I have always hated public speaking(especially when my family is around) but I had a few reasons why I decided to overcome my fear and go to the bowery club
Reasons I decided to overcome my fear
1) I was procrastinating for 2 years and being lazy
2) The weekend of June 24 was birthday weekend
3) I need to branch out more and let people hear my poems.
Reasons Why I Was Nervous
1) It was my first time ever performing at an open mic event and I had doubts I wouldn’t be good enough
2) My girlfriend volunteered to come with me to show support and I really wanted to go alone lol.
How I felt After I recited my poem
1) I felt like a super standing when I got a big round of applause from everbody
2) I realized that performing at an open mic event is nothing to be nerevous about.
3) I became more motivated to improve my writing skilss as a poet.
Moral of this post is to let everbody reading this to know that being nervous is nomral. It’s normal to to have doubts. Sometimes we might procrastinate. Sometimes we might make excuses to get out of things. Nobody is perfect but if you really have a dream, don’t nobody stop you from achieving it. Fight your negative thinking and don’t be afraid to fail because being afraid to fail and living in fear could make you regretful for missing out on an life time opportunity.
I don’t know if you will ever read this or not, but I just want to say thank you coming with me to my first open mic experience and supporting me. I thank you for celebrating my birthday last year and being in the crowd, being my biggest cheerleader. Ever since I met you, you always believed in me and saw the best in me. I am here to let you know that because of you I am working harder than ever to accomplish all my dreams and be a provider for you. I love you so much 😁😁
Full of patience
I wish for a lifespan
like Great Wall of China.
I pray for mental endurance
to keep my mind healthy
like a ocean.
I’m 1 out of 1000
and luck is my blessing.
I don’t drown, I’m swimming
towards a greater blessing.
Learning to slow down
and smell roses.
Learning to represent peace
while expressing deep emotions.
Strength and determination
to overcome every obstacle
and every challenege.
I carry the world on my shoulders
but my neck has the strength
of a mountain boulder.
Weather gets colder
but mind yet choose
to become wiser.
Been identified as being deep
like the sea.
If you was an animal, what would you be?
Through out this series just so there is no confusion, I will be doing flashbacks where I may be describing a scene between characters where the characters are describing a scene that took place in the past. I hope all of reading this will enjoy this story because I have worked hard on this and I appreciate your support.
I’ve been with James(Brittany’s Sugar Daddy) for a little over two years now but we known each other for a while.
We met at a strip club two years ago and I use to be a part time stripper. Stripping wasn’t my favorite profession but it paid the bills and my moves on the pole was cold as steel, but I was getting tired of this shit.
Selling the idea of sex and projecting yourself as sexy isn’t that easy when you not always feeling the mood.
All I knew was that I needed a sugar daddy like for real.Ever since junior high, I had attention from most of the guys.
My friends told me that I would be an amazing stripper because I had the type of ass that would make the average man dick harder than a block of ice.
This type of ass and my sexy ass skin complexion is what actually gave James social life some life.
To be honest when I first laid eyes on him,I knew he was lame.He had on the type of outfit where he was dressing like he can audition for “Save by the Bell”.
His black pants was so tight, he didn’t even need a belt.He had some weird looking bright ass yellow shirt that was probably brought from Target,plus he was wearing some white sketchers that matched my bedroom’s carpet.
James dressed like shit.
But one thing I know that the average stripper don’t know is that lame guys with no type of swag always have a fat wallet.
This ain’t junior high school , this is the real world and popularity to me don’t mean shit.
I knew James wouldn’t resist because I know I’m a bad bitch.
So you know, I go to where he was sitting at and I started giving him a lap dance without his permission.
His dick grew a little like Pinocchio’s nose but when I felt it though, it felt kind of small.
Overall compared to the average man’s physique,James is pretty small.He is about 5ft4, weigh about 130 pounds.
But I’ll excuse that because I’m curious to see how much $ is in his bank account.
So eventually I made small talk with him, boosted his ego, rubbed his penis, and twerked my ass in his face.
He started moaning loud and I believed by his face expression he nutted on himself.
I almost laughed out loud and it was hard to keep my laughter in.
I was almost certain he was a virgin.
I decided to ask him if he was and when I did, he was hesitant to answer.
I repeated myself, but this time I made my tone a little more sexier.
He told me wasn’t but has very little experience and suffers from premature ejaculation.
I was almost hesitant to do this, but I whispered in James left ear and offered him to buy me a Whiskey Sour.
So he went to the bar and got me drink.
He asking me questions like what your name, where you from, how old are you, and what made you become a stripper?
After I answered all of his questions, I was straight to the point with him and told him for 100 dollars I was willing to suck and ride his cock.
I gave him a offer he couldn’t refuse even though his swag is something I don’t approve I was just using him for financial needs because he was a nice guy and a sucka.
One thing I was grateful for was that James moved me from the hood and promised me everything he could provide.
He really thinks that I love him and that I will one day will be his wife,but I ain’t bout that life.
This situation that me and him got was built off of lies.He don’t even know I’m fucking Kile(Jame’s college student) on the side.
The hospital I work at is not far from where Kile lives and all I know is this nightstick is black, long and thick.
He too is a cheater like me for not being satisfied in his marriage.
But it’s not just in sex his marriage he is lacking.
So here I am two years later asking myself why am I with this lame ass n*gga?
I mean he got a lot of figures but yet has an unattractive figure.
Sometimes I am bitter and have regrets for being a gold digga when I laid eyes on my next door neighbor and I am lusting hard after this fine as brother.
Chapter 3 will be uploaded on April. I will be taking a break from uploading post because I am focusing on study for my Comptia A+ certification but I will still be around to read from other bloggers so in the mean time please follow me on
Quote of The Day- “Talent without popularity takes a while to get recognized but popularity is the substitute of the truth when the talent is lacking” – David Hockaday
Check out this post ” A heart for God” because this post is powerful and it encouraged me to write this poem in the comment section.
Being romantic and doing nice things can be a disguise
since it doesn’t guarantee love all the time.
But it can be all lies disguising negative energy as positive energy.
When we lack money or have empty bellies,
we fall victim to bullies that work for the serpent
that use tactics to kill you with kindness.
They shine a light when you are living in darkness.
But the problem is the light is to bright
you have to cover your eyes and now walking blind.
They telling you and promising you all types of romantic surprises
telling you want you wanna hear.
Act friendly and sometimes volunteer
a helping hand when its to their benefits
but turn into a completely different person
when scarfices arises then promises turn into excuses.
Left you to dry struggling.
Now feel abandoned.
Tears are leaking, heart is broken,
for feeling stupid
for following bullies that follow the serpent.
If you are reading this and this poem is relatable to you
read this post and know that this was meant for you
because nobody loves you more than Jesus
So before you follow a stranger you don’t know,
think about the consequences and always pray to Jesus
because Jesus made a scarfice
that no human will ever have the strength to make.
Promises break and humans constantly demonstrate their true ways
when they are face with a sacrifice that they don’t want to make.
So moral of this is, Jesus is the way
Jesus love you so much that if you follow him
he will provide eternal life.
So another words this is relatable to your life
because love is more than romance
true love is about sacrifice.
After tomorrow , it might be awhile until I upload my next post so I will be taking a short break after tomorrow so after tomorrow I will see you guys in
The scar on my heart is a permanent marker that don’t erase.
Emotions are flies, flying all over the damn place.
Tears was dripping down my face like wet grapes.
Forced to keep quiet like a mouth covered with duck tape.
Forced to keep quiet like a new inmate that just got raped.
A heartbreak gave me hallucinations like my weed was laced.
Like prison food, nasty like vomit but forced myself to swallow the taste.
Ashamed of my reflection, but my stiff neck force me to stare straight
to remind me of the disappointment look on my face.
A dream I that chased was a waste like leftover food when I couldn’t finish the plate.
I was frightened like the dog next door finally jumped over the gate.
Hesitant at first like I’m driving in a blizzard with bad brakes
and now regret it because it was an accident
like a rear in collision on the southern state.
Never found the antidote so negative energy surrounds my space.
No more happy days, so I no longer say grace
since my appetite escaped
my belly and you can see my face lost it’s weight
like 40 year old pregnant woman lost her shape
by gaining weight when comparing her modern pictures
to her high school days.
From love letters and heart shapes to boxes and crates.
Crying in silence with both hands covering my face
for reminiscing the times I held the left hand on romantic dates.
1. How long does it take to heal from a broken heart?
2. How do you know when your heartbroken?
3. Do you think forgiving someone that broke your heart will make you live longer?
4. Do you think more people in this world would have broken hearts if everybody told truth and spoke what was on their mind and did not hold back any secrets?