Questions
- 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?
Category: betrayal
I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (Part 1)
I want to thank one of my followers and her name is Rakkelle and she is an extremely talented writer and she talks about topics that are very relatable to most life experiences and she is very passionate about her blog and it looks very professional. So when you get a chance if you don’t know her, you should give her blog a visit. Rakkelle gave me this idea when she commented on one of my post “Watch “Soul Food Season 2 Episode 20 This Must Be Love” on YouTube“. So I am grateful for her comment she provided in the comment section.
A dream or nightmare I can’t distinguish.
Confusing as the semen is leaking.
These erotic images keep appearing.
Practicing intense fuck sessions
but yet what is the lesson?
I’m happily married is what I believe
until I see her and she sees me.
When I say her, I’m talking about my neighbor.
Lust is a motherfucka and I’m a sucka
for lust.
Blind towards true love,
and borderline of breaking trust
like a tinted window.
Cum stains on the pillow
irritates wifey for neglecting her needs.
She see’s right through my excuses.
Me being exhausted, she not having it.
She suggest that we seek counseling
but I know what the problem is.
My wifey is no longer attractive.
The weight gain on her belly
is atrocious.
The stretch mark on the back
of her neck is prominent.
She is physically not the woman
I fell in love with
In which makes me jealous
of my sexy ass neighbors punk ass 5ft5 husband.
Jealously make my cum shots explosive
like a erupting kilauea volcano.
For months straight jerking off
on my polyester sheets and pillows
is the absence of good hardcore fucking
for the past 3 months straight
and plus my wife got rid of the spice channels.
She hates it when I watch porno.
Now, I fell in love with wifey because of the blowjobs.
My cum she swallows more than
a new employee at a correctional facility
retaining information from the warden.
My kids were more than the average women
can chew, but wifey just swallows every drop
like a restroom hand dryer.
But years ago when I first met wifey
she was so much sexier.
The curves, the softness, ivory skin, eyes metallic,
the bond between us, shit the average person
could see how cohesive it was between us.
She made me come outta my shell
like a valence electron
since my thinking was negative like
the charge of electrons.
That was a few years back
and now the sex is wack.
The mood is mundane in the bedroom.
Our sex life is doomed
but I take full responsibility
because till this day my wifey try her hardest to please me
but swallowing my cum bucket of kids
don’t mean shit after she swallows it
because her stomach fat is still visible.
And last night she got the nerve to ask me
to take her shirt off since she was hot.
I immediately lost the hardness on my cock.
I lied and I told her I was getting nauseous.
She asked me
“What the issue,
you don’t fuck me like you use to
you don’t kiss me like you use to
you don’t caress me in public like you use too
you be ignoring my naughty text messages,
you refuse when I offer you back massages,
you stop asking ask for blowjobs,
I have to beg you just to finger pop,
I have to beg you to lick the cherry,
and you haven’t wrote me poems lately.
I am your lady and even though
I love you for you and sex is not the most important thing,
in marriage sex is still a priority.
I miss how you use to stroke me roughly,
I miss how you use to pull my hair,
I miss you how you use fuck me into tears,
I remember at least 2 or 3 times you fucked me
and you wouldn’t stop until the neighbors would hear
to make them jealous.
But ever since the old neighbors moved out
and the new neighbors moved in,
I noticed a difference.
You look at Brittany(The sexy next door neighbor)
the same way you use to look at me,
You smile at Brittany
the same way you use to smile at me.
I know she just moved in but
how do you act way more friendly
with her
than with your own wifey?
I want you to explain that shit to me
I know that I gained weight
but I’m trying babe to lose it
but I travel a lot during the week
and it’s for me
to find something healthy to eat.
You know I had to cancel my gym membership
to pay for my parents funeral.
Do you know what it’s like knowing
you parents died in a car accident,
the agony is beyond real.
The thoughts in my head are so unreal.
I have a lot going on and your all that I
have left and I miss how things
between us use to be.
Sexual tension and energy between us
no longer exist and each of the memories
vanish in thin air like marijuana smoke.
I miss how the tip
use to bang against my tonsils.
I miss the choke
but now I feel like my life is suffocating
and the pressure is getting stronger.
Why do you insist on treating your wife like
a stranger?
Tell me why you don’t find me attractive
no more
and I’ll try my best to fix it?”
I tried to hold back my laughter but I couldn’t.
I had to cover up my honesty and told her
that “Honey it’s not you,
I’m just not feeling you…….
wait shit lol, I meant well, well.”
Lol she saw right through the bullshit.
She sucked her teeth then just hopped in the bed
and fell fast asleep.
The fucked up part was that I didn’t feel bad.
to be honest, I didn’t give fuck.
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
1) Do you think wifey should seek counseling to save her marriage, or should she get a divorce?
2) If you had one word to describe wifey, what would say about her?
3) After reading this, do you think sex is a priority in a relationship?
4) In part 2, do you think the main character will have an affair with Brittany?
5) Is weight gain a good reason to stop having sex with your spouse?
6) Is being exhausted a good excuse for not wanting to have sex or is that a weak ass excuse and people need to learn to overcome their sleepiness since sex is a priority?
7) Give me an example of a double entendre I provided in this story?
8) How important is physical attraction in a marriage?
9) After you answer number 8, let’s say after being married for some time and you start losing the interest and physical attraction towards you spouse, will you make excuses to avoid having sex?
10) Now vice versa, let’s say your spouse lost interest in you physically, how would that make you feel, do you think that your spouse no longer being attracted to you is a good reason to not want to have sex with you, how long is going too long with out sex in marriage, and if you and your spouse both acknowledge that the marriage is a sexless one do you think professional help is necessary?
11) To maintain a good healthy sexual relationship, is oral sex necessary ?
If you have the time, I encourage all bloggers to leave a comment answering the most difficult question out of the 11 questions . If you are a blogger that’s running out of content to blog about, I encourage you to make a post answering all of the 11 questions I provided and and link it back to this post and I will reblog that post on my blog giving you a shout out and in addition I will reblog a post on your blog explaining my interest for your post and blog. I might make a whole series out of this and write all the way up to part 28. Instead of writing random poetry, I think I might just focus on this story and complete this by August. It is going to be a lot of thinking and late nights but if you really enjoyed reading this, than I might consider doing that.
Part 2 will be coming shorty
I am going to try and take blogging to the next level. I wrote so many poems and I think I deserve my recognition so I am definitely looking to connect with more people on social media so I am going to provide a few links to check out. Hell maybe one day after Avengers End Game comes out in May, I use a profile pic of my real identity lol but who knows.
For bloggers that are looking to make connections meet people, you can start with me lol
Here is my About Me page and leave a comment and I will follow you back.
For bloggers that been following me, supporting me and leaving comments, from time to time I am going to through your posts and pick a favorite one of mine and reblog it explaining why I like it so much. Give me time though because I have such other things going on in life. Please forgive me for the spelling mistakes because I wrote this quick because I had to get my car fixed lol.
If Couples Were Honest?
I am actually going to take a break from posting poetry. My next few post, will be videos either funny videos or relatable videos that many of us face. This video is about couples being too honest with each other.
So comment below on your opinions on this video and for those of you that are in a relationship or married, do you think it’s necessary to lie in order to save your relationship/marriage?
Gossip Is Destructive
I will be uploading 20 more blogs then I will be moving on from WordPress for good. Please read What Is My Next Plan After Blogging?
Gossip is a cancer that spreads like chicken pox.
Like a fever it burns, nasty like filthy socks.
Fills the air like a penis inside a woman’s tight vagina
and it spreads wider and wider
like a forest fire.
Without a knock on the door, it comes uninvited.
Not at all shy, disrupts quietness like a riot.
Boisterous as the crowd on TimeSquare on New Years Eve.
It get passed around like the blame and guilt
towards Eve.
Slither like a serpent searching for a servant
to work like a slave in ancient Egypt building pyramids.
Gossip starts off in hiding places like bushes that protects caterpillars.
But the disguise comes to light and flies around freely like butterflies
Exposing itself to the public to kill a person’s image slowly like HIV.
It sneaks and form conspiracies
like Julius Cesar’s advisory.
Brute is(Brutus) the force to conquer the weak and gullible to complete it’s mission.
Gossip is a tool that distracts a person from responsibilities and attracts a fool to somebody else’s business.
All Water Don’t Taste The Same(#PumpkinsPrompts )
I am doing the pumpkins prompt challenge and the topic I posted a poem on is “water” and I want to give a special shout out to Irene for creating this challenge and I think its a wonderful and creative idea for bloggers to interact with each other. Check out her blog when you get chance.
Click on the link above if you want to participate
My life leaks
like water out of a pipe.
I cry puddles watching you
exit from my life.
Each tear is symbolic
and the pain in my heart
just can’t stop it.
Tine wasting
water leaking,
Death occurring
and my heart is broken.
What these four have in common,
they are all consistent.
You wasted my time,
I feel like committing suicide
since my heart is broken
and tears is like a broken pipe
constantly leaking.
I defined you as water,
The liquid that kept me hydrated
but you took my heart
and like a branch,
just snapped it.
Waking up sweating
and every day
come closer to becoming
dehydrated.
I drink a new type
of water bottle
to replace you
but problem is
each water bottle
taste different.
Explanation
In this poem, the main theme is heartbreak. I use water leaking out of a pipe as an example because this means leaking emotions, loss of power, and somebody walking out of your life. I cry because I couldn’t handle the pain. The person I was in love with, I compared that person to water and her love kept me hydrated and since she left, I can’t function. So I make a comparison stating that I am dehydrated which means that I am broken, so in order to heal myself, I make another comparison to a water bottle saying everyday I drink a new water stating all water tasted different. This means that, I am searching for a new soulmate but every person I dealt with after my previous lover, didn’t have the same effect because no two people are like. The more girls I date, the more I miss my previous lover because I will never love no girl like I did with my previous lover. Lesson is, rebounds are a bad idea and you should take time to reflect on the relationship that just ended.
This Never Happened
Being lonely at times
helps me escape reality in my mind.
Imagine happiness to escape the pain.
Wishing I was a man with fame
instead of being a lame.
Swear at times my mind is a game
playing tricks like a prostitute being a side chick to a pimp.
Remembering all the presents for Christmas but in reality never got shit.
Jealous of the other kids made me sick to the point wishing I was different.
Reminisce the negative but replace it with the positive.
The positive is false but that’s what I choose to acknowledge.
Blame myself for not having both parents
but yet I see mom and dad hugging and loving me as if I am the one and only.
Beautiful fairy tale like a Walt Disney movie.
Walking home from school hearing gunshots on the block
refuse to listen and instead picturing me and my friends with waterguns.
Selling bricks hittin licks for me is the hustle to subdue my struggles to make college affordable.
But instead picture myself filling out FAFSA forms to make college affordable.
Dreaming of making my unborn child proud saying to him ” I did this for you”
Tears come down as my unborn child reached his rest day before his birthday.
I picture my new friend as my best man in my wedding ceremony
When I really walked in on him and my gf in my house having sex and I pull out my 9mm aiming at them wishing in my mind this never happened.
Lonely
Many people think loneliness is a problem but everybody been through it
When it comes to the life of a human people who suffer loneliness will do anything to have other people in it.
But what makes a person lonely,
I’ll break it down for you only
Lonely means being without company
Cut off from the outside world which is solitary
Going through life without having nobody
But even more important question, does being single makes a person lonely?
Single means solitary but not necessarily sadness?
Relationship means companionship but not necessarily happiness?
Single is the art of choosing to be alone but I say choose because they say somebody is for everybody
Relationship is the art of choosing someone but does a relationship really overcome the feeling of being lonely?
Lonely makes a person stronger
But they say strength is developed through numbers
But however,
Being lonely makes you live independent.
Independence of lifestyle can lead to productivity and fulfillment.
Once you have a solid approach to things, there’s nothing in life you won’t be able to do.
Now lets talk about the opposite of being independent
Which is being dependent in which some relationships demonstrates that is
Relationship to depend on one other, your true significant lover
But however its not always the case that your significant lover will be with you forever
So if you and your mate depend on one another
And rely on a relationship as your one way ticket of being a survivor,
how will you survive, when you significant other disappear from your life?
How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie(Part 3)
Before you read this, I highly recommend you read How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie and How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie(Part 2)first. I share my very personal thoughts in poetry format cut and dry and I don’t give a fuck. Through out this poem, I will have some sentences in bold in this poem because those are the quotes that are most powerful lessons that I learned.
The way I wrote this, I wrote this as if I was having a private conversation with a very close person in a confidential place, like in a pastors office or at a therapy session. So when reading this, picture this as if you are a pastor or therapist and after reading this or hearing this verbally, how would you respond?
I have a frightened look in my eyes,
so lord I ask you to be by my side.
It’s better to tell the truth than to lie.
I have a good heart
but I think about homicide and suicide.
Scared for my life and I’m weak
like an abused wife.
I don’t get beat, but at times,afraid to speak.
Absent minded is a weakness of mines.
I know improvement comes with time
but being criticized for years destroyed my spirit and pride.
Please show me the way to keep me safe.
When the way is available
I pray that I choose the right path to keep me safe.
Today all I know is that I have to pray
but how do I start?
Another weakness of mines
how do I finish what I start?
My mind is like
a hockey player skating on a hockey ring,
I am all over the place.
Can’t stay focus and I always had problems to concentrate
on anything.
I never had interest in going back to church
but I would reconsider if I can find the right person to relate to,
to show me how to follow you and make the right moves.
To teach me to do not what always feels good
but do what is right.
I don’t know why but all I know is I fear for my life?
I haven’t cried in three years.
Maybe I should release the pain by shedding tears.
Sometimes I hate myself for not speaking up.
So many times I let things slide like a water ride.
Am I worthy to be a man?
What is it that I don’t understand?
I am curious to know what is your plan?
Will I die in happiness tomorrow
or live in misery for the rest of the century?
Will I accomplish more than my parents
Or will I die with nothing and go to hell
when people visit me in the cemetery?
Will I be a legend?
Will I be just a short term memory?
Will I be loved for eternally?
“Will I escape the weather when it rains?
Or will I stand still and accept the rain
and look above my head at the dark cloud?”
I was fortunate to have both parents
and yet so many doubts.
“Is it right to hate someone you love?
Another words, can you love and hate somebody
at the same time?”
It’s better to tell the truth than to lie,
so I am fuming on the inside.
“So stressed since over the years I’ve been criticize,
so I became addicted to free time.
All I wanna do is just being alone with my thoughts
and zone out but this is not healthy right?
Is this the reason why I am lazy?
Is it because I am addicted to free time?
I can write and write
about all the fucked things that happened to me
but what am I accomplishing in life
by complaining all the time?
I have lied at times but it was because I am addicted the free time.
I should be happy and free right?
Telling the truth is the right thing
but telling the truth make you regretful
when the result of it makes you miserable,
so is it better to lie than to tell the truth?
So see how I am addicted to free time?
For being criticized
and always doing things other people’s way
is why I rather isolate into my own space.
I keep my feelings inside
but it takes up space
in my head and when it is time
for me to handle my responsibilities,
I can’t concentrate.
Overthink shit every single day.”
They say be careful what you wish for.
Well for years I wished for peace
but instead I bleed
and the people that stabbed me
are usually the people I don’t see
so I learned that betrayal is beyond my reach.
So I isolate my self to protect myself.
I talk to myself.
Is this bad for my health?
Well you can answer that
but I don’t give a fuck about your opinion
if you think I’m not an ordinary civilian
when you haven’t walked years down the path I took.
“You ever had a bad dream and thought it was real
and you was thankful you woke up and it wasn’t real?
Well imagine it in reverse,
I sleep and dream about heaven and peace
and wake up to brimstone and fire
so another words my reality is a nightmare?”
I can relate to the average inmate on the tier.
Ever wondered how an inmate or homeless person sleep?
Imagine having a good dream
and waking up to living on the street or in prison.
Or imagine dreaming about endless sex
with beautiful women but wake up knowing you are a virgin?
“Now this don’t sound so unpleasant
and this pain sounds lenient
but we all view things different.”
To that virgin, it feels like
his dick is in prison
and he has to wait years to release his semen.
His wrist has limited movement
from being cuffed and his wrist hurts
from constantly jerking off.
“For those of reading this,
do you see how I am relating masturbating to prison?
It’s about guilt and this how I feel.
Guilty like a criminal and my guilt
has my mind and body in a cell.
So jerking off is my exercise and freedom
to release tension and the blood flow is increasing
like I ‘m pumping iron
and my arm is so sore
I could barely lift it.
See how I related masturbating to prison?”
Let me stop bragging and explain my flaws
through erectile dysfunction.
My mind couldn’t function.
It was a little over four years ago,
but felt like yesterday
when I couldn’t play with it my way.
When I say it, I’m talking about
the vagina.
It’s in front me but I didn’t have the tool to use it.
“As a child you ever had video games and toys in front
of you
but wasn’t allowed to play with them
because you was on punishment?
Imagine that is this.
Felt like an unprepared student
always forgetting his pencil.
I had so much potential to be an excellent lover
but the pain was mental
and this is where I learned mental slavery
is worst than physical slavery.”
My mind is worn out
like the big bad wolf
when trying to blow the third little
pigs house down by huffing
and puffing.
Got tired of stressing
so went to the urologist
and got a sample of cialis.
Like nicotine, I got addicted to this
and raw vagina and cream pies felt
good like holding your urine for a hour straight
until you finally get home and then you start
releasing it
like a new video game coming out for Christmas
and because of cialis, the cells in my seamen
was like the crowd rushing on Black Friday in the front doors
of Walmart at midnight.
But constant pregnancy scares had me fearing for my life.
This was another mental fight.
So lesson I learned was, one problem solved
can add on another when you take shortcuts
but I’m hardheaded and I don’t know if I give a fuck
about making the same mistakes.
But anyway I went off topic and let me get back to it.
For a while this was pain for me
for worrying what others think of me
and that’s the weakness in me.
But I had to find a way escape this mental pain
when she choose another guy over me ( read I Will Never Forget My 25th Birthday (Part 1) andI Will Never Forget My 25th Birthday (Part 2) This is a very long blog personal blog
for full story).
So I blamed and hated myself and blamed God for not
getting hard.
But it’s whatever
because I realized there is better
and I’m talking about better vagina.
I pushed my integrity out the window
and paid for professionals.
Fuck passion and romance
getting my dick sucked and rough sex
became my best friends.
and sex with average girls became overrated.
Instead of letting them judge me,
I decided to judge them
and thought women were worthless
and do I still feel this way, hmm I honestly don’t know?
My lack of sex skills had me despising black women
and I am going to be honest,
I was in my emotions
acting sensitive like a little bitch
but I reminded my self
that I was a man
and I’m suppose to think with logic
and this time period for me
was difficult like algebraic expressions
so I found a way to simplify it
by reminding myself sex is overrated
and reminding myself of that
defined my mentality
like I was looking up something
in a Websters dictionary.
I was told
“Love is a serious mental diseases?”
“So hate is my weapon to conquer my enemy
because being hateful is selfish
and selfish people usually have the biggest hearts
and been through the worst type of heart breaks.”
This was something I just learned yesterday.
I will be more selfish
tomorrow for hating my yesterday
and today I received a present
a got a small heart to fit in my body.
So I’m an writing this to present
my soul for you to witness.
I can write for so long
you would think I am immortal.
My thoughts are for free, they are affordable
like united healthcare
but in reality it’s worth more
than any coin or dollar.
Was told plenty of times
my poetry is deep and powerful
so I hope when you read this
I helped you witness a miracle.
Now I can’t turn water into wine
but maybe I can save you from
committing a crime
or exiting out of somebody’s life
over some fucked up shit
because don’t be like I.
I am here to change lives
like a inmate on beyond scare straight
doing life
but I doubt if I would,
before I die.
Fuck wishing to be a billionaire,
I would rather die broke tomorrow
if tonight I can save a life.
As you can see, I can write all day
and all night
like an inmate, have nothing but time.
But what happens after I finish telling my life experiences?
So my question is, will I have another poem left in me
and when my work is complete, should I take my
life story to recite to an open mic?
I still have more to write and I think I will get darker and deeper. I think one day in the distant future, I will recite this to a large crowd to save people from becoming like me.
So when you reading this an imaging that you are a pastor or therapist, how would you respond?(No need to answer this question but its is something think about or even discuss with somebody else you close with)
But I will leave three questions for you to answer in the comment section
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After reading this, what are three words to describe this poem?
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Can you get your heart broken if you are a selfish person?
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While you were reading this, the statements I left in quotes, did you learn anything new or was everything relatable?
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I am always willing to learn so is there anything you would like to share about his or if you have a view point about something that I mentioned, feel free to comment below
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Also comment below if you have a good deep question for me to think about and I am willing to respond.
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How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie(Part 2)
Before you read this, I highly recommend you ready How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie first. I share my very personal thoughts in poetry format cut and dry and I don’t give a fuck. Through out this poem, I will have some sentences in bold in this poem because those are the quotes that are most powerful lessons that I learned
I can write for days
while you observe
the pain on my face.
Plus I’m poor
like a report card
with bad grades.
“Myself, I choose to isolate
and use to do it
to keep my heart safe
but it just increased the rage
and I write poetry to release frustration.
to keep my head straight.”
I can snap at any given time
and space
and I’m sure some of you can relate.
I mean how much can a muthfucka take?
It’s sad when you ain’t
comfortable at your home base.
I zone out and stare off into space
wishing somebody else can take my place.
I use to wonder why I never had so many dates?
As I got older, I was like fuck a date,
paying for sex was the way.
For those of you that follow me,
I mentioned this in so many ways.
So many ways I can express my hate.
I hate a person that always thinks he/she right.
Thinking their opinion only matters in life.
I hate a person that’s tight
with money in their hand.
“I know people that will help a stranger
before a family member
or friend.
Loyal to the wrong person
until they are betrayed
and now back to family
they complaining expressing their hurt
and this is how life works,
the ones that don’t have it like that
will give you their last
and the ones that got it like that
are tight with it.”
It hurts because money rules the world.
I said over and over
“Loyalty push to the side when the price is right
and it been like this
way before Bob Barker’s time.”
Judas betrayed Jesus
for 30 silver pieces
way way before social media existed.
“Performing miracles isn’t impressive
because money is the real magic.”
Mind is playing tricks
falling victim to the devil’s wish
selling him your body and soul
and you just became his trick
and he pimps
you out to be worldly.
“Is worshiping God boring?
If the answer is yes
is this the reason
why more people go to hell then heaven?
How can we make worshiping God more exciting?”
Excitement comes three times,
when the dick is hard,
when the pussy is wet,
and when money involved.
Its an addiction we can’t stop.
If money was promised
to every person
that go to church on Sunday,
more people would be worshiping God.
Wouldn’t you agree?
See how this is fake pretending?
People only around to seek cheese
until you speak up and say no.
Behind your back
they make fun of the way you speak
after they take your money.
A few post back I said
“Same niggas they say
“Money over pussy”
put
“Pussy over family””.
Mothers out there fucking their son’s
right hand man to receive money in their hand.
Some mothers fuck for free.
If one of my friends
fucked my mother he dying for free.
“But I don’t have friends,
I have family.
So another words,
never trust a friend
because they can never be family.”
Friends are temporary like the temp agency.
We chase the wrong ones,
chasing the popularity.
“As a kid in high school,
was told talking to bitches
was what make you popular
because niggas want bitches
and bitches want niggas
that are popular
and being around fine bitches
is what make niggas popular.”
“High school is popularity chasing and chasing
something is a full time job
which is time consuming
and chasing too hard for something
will get you nothing”.
“Chasing too hard for something
will have trying
to pretend to be someone you not”.
It will make you look eve more corny.
Like a comedian trying to hard to be funny?
“Sometimes good things will come naturally
but we hate patience with a passion
and this destroys us spiritually
and we disconnect with God
and feel empty
like being in a relationship with somebody
w/o the chemistry.
But we get comfortable in solitary
so avoiding communicating
leads to cheating
and looking over your shoulder
to make sure you don’t get caught.
But we just students and bad experience
is the teacher but some students
don’t listen
so we try avoiding
getting caught
but being lucky isn’t guaranteed”
I will reiterate that
“Sometimes good things will come naturally
but we hate patience with a passion
and this destroys us spiritually
and we disconnect with God
and feel empty
like being in a relationship with somebody
w/o the chemistry.
But we get comfortable in solitary
so avoiding communicating
leads to cheating
and looking over your shoulder
to make sure you don’t get caught.
But we just students and bad experience
is the teacher but some students
don’t listen
so we try avoiding
getting caught
but being lucky isn’t guaranteed”
What is guaranteed?
Taxes, death
but what else is left?
Never guaranteed life
but we guaranteed
we will die the moment
you planted inside a woman.
Not guarantee to see life
some cells never make out the vagina
Some lives die inside but did God do those lives a favor?
Life is not sweet like candy
you’ll either will learn this now or later.
Either way it don’t matter
because I’m still bitter.
This is more than a long poem
I’m expressing true life emotions
and I’m doing ya a favor. I
tell the cold hard truth
and the amount of people that lie
you’ll see that the crowd is wide
like an angle that’s obtuse.
Lies we get so use to
we don’t believe it
when we actually meet a person
that tells the truth.
My poetry might not be great
but it speaks the truth
even if it embarrasses my personality.
So much to say
I have alot to say
I can write for days
while you observe the pain on my face.
My hidden emotions is my excuse
to how I became a talent poet
and I can tell a life story better than fresh prince
But what happens after I finish telling my life experiences?
So my question is, will I have another poem left in me
after this get uploaded?
I will upload a part 3 and maybe a part 4 .
How I Really Feel And I Won’t Lie
To explain how I feel
don’t know where to start.
Friends and family are fake
but emotions are real.
So much bottle up inside
it’s making me ill.
But its’ time to tip over the bottle
and let it spill
and lay it out on the the table.
To start expressing, I don’t if I’m able
but I will try my best
and this is not a fable.
Well lets just say there is a thin line
between love and hate
and I cross over the line
back fourth like
I’m playing jump rope.
My emotions is not a dirty body
that could get washed away with soap.
I am starting to lose hope
Why I should I fight
When I can jump of the
Throng Neck bridge and Die?
Why should I cry
I since don’t know how to
since I keep everything bottle up inside?
I hide whats inside to protect the outside.
Getting tired of being told what to do.
On my mind,two words on it is “Fuck You“
I rather be isolated.
The nice guy in me is slowly dying
Have to the mind set to commit a homicide.
Fuck it,If I love you,I rather see you die
then ask forgiveness later
Build up with such much anger.
My mind is in danger
and its killing me slow like lung cancer.
I look in the mirror and ask myself
“Am I a murder?”
“Am I a serial Killer?”
“Will I be the black version of Adolf Hitler?”
I had a dream one time
that my soul went to hell.
So might as well give my soul to sell
I can be the devil’s ‘Michael’
one of his arch demons.
Evil should be my focus
and I should spread it
and make it contagious
like farmers going through a famine
because of locusts.
When I try to do good I can’t stay focus.
Maybe evil is my calling.
Every baby aborted
I wish I could trade lives
with.World full of hypocrites
that are only kind for their own benefits
and I can’t stand it.
Relationships is rare like job benefits.
Nobody now hires full time
and this is how I view relationships
because people only want the benefits
but won’t make scarfices to commit full time.
I rather be lonely forever.
I though by the age of 28
I would be alone
but still stuck at home.
This right here is more than a poem
I needed to write this because
I am in the zone.
I can relate to all the sad songs
while writing this poem.
Held on things for so long.
I ready to release like ejaculation.
Fuck my concentration
I am almost starting to give up on praying
I won’t lie and be hypocrite
I do believe there is a God
but I gave up going on church a long time ago
“The one that invite you to church are the ones
that wanna see you in hell.”
The gate is wide
and the fake angels will smile wide
when they say hi
but deep down they despise
looking in your eyes.
I know this so I trust no one
Show love to no one
because love will get you killed
and LLPhate you make you live.
“We eat more than we can shit.”
I ponder because I have two hands
juggling everything you can imagine.
It’s like I drink 10 glasses of water
but still dehydrating.
Does reading this sounds devastating?
Now how the fuck you think I feel?
This pain is real
This poem is selfish.
My feelings I choose to conceal but
I was told that was selfish.
I will say I am a talented poet
but that’s because I have hidden emotions
disguised as love which is really hate.
“I feel like Eve
because I have been deceived
by so many serpents
and yet I get punished
suffering the consequences
of others being persuasive.“
Have you been in debt
or almost went to jail
because of somebody’s actions?
It’s a tragic and another life lesson
I learned at 23.
“There are criminals in society
and innocent ones in the penitentiary.”
Being naive will have serving a sentence
for not using common sense.
I’m gonna reiterate and capitalized this shit
“BE NAIVE WILL HAVE YOU SERVING A SENTENCE
FOR NOT USING COMMON SENSE.” – David Hocakday
‘Proud To Be An American”
Lmao yeah right
This country is fucking racists.
This is not a place for the poor.
Every year we struggle
more and more
since salaries
don’t keep up with the cost of living.
Am I better off in prison?
The meals are for free
The weights are for free
Besides there nothing on TV
thanks to social media.
I am satisfied with my jobs
but problem is I can’t afford a living
with both my jobs.
I tired of asking money from my mom
I am almost 30
yet I still feel like a 3 year old.
Do my parents have to hold my
hand while I cross the street?
What’s funny
is that I’m to the point where I’m almost
ready to give up and live on the street
since I love being lonely.
I only feel peace when I sleep
or when I masturbate when I’m horny.
I said earlier that I am a talented poet
because of hidden emotions.
So my question is
will have another poem left in me
after this get uploaded?
I will upload a part 2 and maybe a part 3 sometime this week