This poem wasn’t written by me. This poem was given to me by someone who is special to me and this poem will always have a special place in my heart.
“Babe HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!! 🌈🎂🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉 I know to you this is just another day but, today is my man’s birthday and I think he’s a pretty good guy that deserves to have a day that’s special. Although we won’t be seeing each other today, know that I’m excited to celebrate with you 😘😘😘😘. Also here’s a little something that I hope will make you smile:
Dear David Michael Hockaday,
Today you are 28 today.
Not old, just sweeter as you go.
A handsome gentleman, you may have been told.
You are a special kind of guy that deserves the sentimental things in life I can’t lie.
A stellar birthday I hope is in store, a day to show how you should be adored.
You say that you are a simple guy but, that doesn’t mean I can’t explain how you’re as humble as pie.
For people like you, they deserve a birthday parade. With lots of excitement such as young kids in an arcade.
The type that a person willingly wants to give gifts but, upon request a gift from the heart will equip.
I absolutely love the man that you are and praying that me and you will go far.
A place for you I have like a star in the sky, maybe this weekend you can ask me why.
Giving me butterflies while hitting the spot as I say. The main thing I want for you is to enjoy your day.
The point of me sending this poem is to say Happy Birthday David, have a lovely day!”
Wow I don’t know what to say! Leaving me speechless. You thinking about me everyday just gave me confidence. I’m ready to be exposed to your world since you are my girl. Unlike a ven diagram, know one can compare to what we share. Together we will takes chances like we are playing double dare, but I will keep you safe like a pistol in a safe. I can express my love to you in so many ways. In my heart you take up 3 quarters. Your spirit is fresh like water without the piranhas. Our spirits flow together like a river and our future destination gets much clearer. Clear like a glass of water. When your heart cries heavy precipation, I’m the pot that receives your precipitation. When your heart was a roof that was leaking, I save the water tears and mix it with fire so the water can start boiling. I am making you herbal tea and I want you to start drinking to show you my love is sweet like the scent of peppermint which deflects all men that act like snakes and the rodents that are addicted to cheese leaving you in toliet constipated. Stuck in pain and it’s ashame but I am here to get rid of the shit that’s been bothering you and providing water to you so you can eliminate constipation and avoid dehydration. It’s still raining so let me migrate your heart to somewhere warm and safe. Surround your heart with an air mass that’s marine tropical and I am a trade wind that will blow your mind all year and all the time. I want to make you mine. Heart split in half with a line that’s big as the equator. I am here to bring both pieces back to together becuase I will lead you to our heavenly father. Combine the northen hemisphere of your heart and the southern hemipshere of your heart Do you see what I’m trying to do with your heart? I’m trying to combined the broken pieces and fix it to restore your world.
Pay attention From the heart and soul I wrote this, and this poem by far is the deepest. Relationship is a test. A heartbreak is the lesson. Body needs rest. Mind has questions. Heart split into pieces and each piece scattered like roaches in the kitchen when the lights come one. Was you prepared for this lesson on the day you was born? I say about 40% of you reading this are probably still heartbroken. Pain we don’t choose but yet how the fuck do we accept it? Ever wonder what was go through Toni Braxton’s mind when she wrote “Breath Again” or “Another Sad Song” or Marry J Blige when she wrote “I’m going down”. It’s all a trend. When you get a chance give these songs a listen. What it feels like to be heartbroken? Broken like egg shells and going through withdrawals. Trapped underwater and it felt like forever. I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. Still drowning but occasionally resurface to be pushed further into heartache. A responsibility evaded will make a dream faded like a college kid being told “You ain’t Michael Jordan so become a janitor”. It’s like telling your great-grandmother your too old for romance. Criticism is constant and people blame and say you were being stupid and get over it. Those same people are the biggest hypocrites when they suffering life problems because they will call you and expect you to listen. It’s a division between your mind and heart, making you bewildered like figuring out where to start when cleaning a messy room. Pain is intense like a woman wearing too much perfume. Bride and groom is part of God’s Plan am I right? Why is something that is very precious such a tough fight like a baby is teething and you trying to put the baby to sleep at night. How much is a diamond worth? What’s more precious, jewelry or a child’s birth? Cash corrupts loyalty and expose greed and jealously. Misery makes me overwhelmed. All the shit I been through. Stress sticking to my mind like glue. I need relaxation like a couple on a cruise. Like soup, I need something that heals since stress is like a toxic person right behind me on my heels. Life is real and it kills like cancer. Stress moves around like a dancer? Am I in danger? I feel like Simba during the stampede. My heart breaks and for years it bleeds like a girl on her period. Stress rushes me like adrenaline. Ain’t nothing different. Every day same shit until death takes me home. To me pain is historic like a Maya Angelou poem. In a world full of thieves and loyalty made me naive and oblivious to disloyalty. Loyalty pushed to the side like a chick that’s only purpose to satisfy’s a niggas dick. Money and pussy bullies loyalty until it no longer has meaning. An abuse kid with scar and bruises from beatings is a mental feeling when your a slave to loyalty. So broken need more flowers than fried chicken and place them in the kitchen. I’m my own hero to the rescue and I need rest too. Like A McDonald’s public restroom, the heart is vacant and I plan find a way to keep it occupied. Reminding myself that my heart scraed and I should no longer be terrified. But all I do is tell myself lies. A heavy load like a man without ejaculation. For four weeks, carrying boulders on my shoulders for weeks. Was told complaining was for the weak. I believe I won’t last long like a man not having sex in weeks. Face is wet like pussy and body is sick and infected from eating raw meat. Sleepy,but still writing because this poem was calling me. Words and sentences blending with a unique style of rhyming. Lightbulb over my head. A good feeling like getting some head, Sparking a light, so my poem can shine which excites like a family welcoming a new-born baby. But yet, I am here fighting off habits that are shady. Gossip and laziness, I’m trying to detach from my vocabulary. This poem has mixed feelings and restore like dental fillings. Being broken will turn me loose like a screw or a baby tooth. “They say heartbreak is short distance but it feels like long distance Around the corner but a week we converse only a few minutes. Decrease in the amount of time we spend. I pretend that I have strength until the length of me without you extends. I can’t no longer be more than a friend.” This is what I think to myself wishing I was the one that broke your heart instead of you breaking mine. Sometimes the thing we humans hate most is time. It’s short and never stop and we struggle to keep up. So now reaction to my depression lead me on the roof of a building Is suicide the objective? Good question On a mission like America soldiers seeking weapons of mass destruction. I am insatiable for declining to treasure the rainbow. Life hard like erections sometimes I wonder If Death > > depression? Phone becomes dry like a desert and it get worst since you thirst. Only hear notifications when an email arises, just waiting for a call or text message and yet receive nothing. Do I feel abandoned? I began to question Lack of attention is the center of my attention. Heartbreak will make you different. Instead of committing suicide, I pretend I’m immortal. I can be untouchable. Every girl I talk to, I smile in her face but my mind says fuck you. Turn into a player and break hearts and crumble them like potato chips. I don’t give a shit. Fuck human nature because it’s too much pressure wanting to be accepted and liked. Be making you confused about your identity like a transvestite. Fuck a wife and worry about my life is my motto. Self-confidence will shoot through the roof faster than I ever imagined. I play my strengths to their weakness like Eve in the Garden manipulated by the serpent. A serpent or demon whatever you wanna call it, I’m still a savage. Poison disguised as medicine. Prince charming with a soul of a demon. Fuck forgiveness, revenge is the mission through divine intoxication. Logic or emotion. Thinking of drinking love potion while trying to stay focus. Different choices determines the outcome of a situation. An immediate reaction lead to decisions or using mindful techniques to determine my destiny. But still Feeling blue like the child of Beyoncé. I’m going “Halfway crazy” Like Musiq. Practicing baptism by affusion Is similar feeling after I got my heartbroken. I am now born again.
The way of expression
I wonder if
I am just happy
or is when you’re not around
Do I get that warm,flutter feeling?
Or is it more than feelings?
Is my feelings tender
or are they much stronger?
Am I just comfortable
when you keep me
or are you
attached to my body
and I refuse to detach
you from me?
Feelings and liking somebody
comes and go.
Loving somebody grows
deep within your soul
and to stopping
Loving somebody is
trying so hard not
to commit suicide.
To stop liking somebody
is just an ordinary homicide.
But is it simple to
distinguish the two?
Have you ever been
caught in the middle?
Would you say this
situation is difficult?
In deep thought
like trying to solve complex
emotions playing games with
and hide and seek is its
The energy drains
you mentally and physically
But the answer is no where
to be found.
Imagine playing hide and seek
at grand central park
and it’s only
half hour away
until after dark
before park closes.
Trying so hard to stay focus
searching for your soul mate
who is the answer to your riddle.
Now if this person loves you,
she hide but remain close distance
making the hiding spot obvious,
or she escape the park from a different exit
on the other side
and the answer to the riddle
you’ll never find
Or she’ll wait 29 minutes
making you nervous
and appear out of no where
and ask you
“Where you scared?”
Now you wonder is this more than
you can bare?
Do you see how love scares?
because finding her solves the riddle
but your worn out
and now you question this riddle?
Is is worth solving something difficult
or is it better to just play tag
in the school yard and keep it simple?
What’s more important in a relationship, Passion or Dedication? What carries the relationship further, Passion or Dedication? What’s more important as a college student as far as achieving good grades, the Passion or Dedication ? What’s more important to have when it comes to a job, the dedication or passion? Is passion nothing without dedication? Is life boring if you have the dedication without the passion? If you had to choose between the two as far as all areas in your life such as working, being married, participating in hobbies, extracurricular activities, raising your kids, which would you pick, Passion or Dedication? What would life be like if you was the only person in the world with passion without dedication as far as living your life but everybody else had dedication without passion to do things in life? What would the world be like if you was the only person in the world who had the dedication in all areas but no passion in life but everybody else was filled with passion but had no type of dedication whatsoever? Based on the last 2 questions, if life was how I described based on those last 2 questions, how hard do you think it would be to exist with the rest of the world?
Passion is a feeling intense enthusiasm towards or compelling desire for someone or something
Dedication is a feeling of a very strong support for or loyalty to someone or something
Passion is important. Passion is associated with physical attraction and intense emotional arousal. Passion comes from the heart. Passion comes with romance, and romance makes the relationship or anything you participate in more energetic and activated.
Dedication as well is important. Dedication is associated with honesty, loyalty and scarfice. Dedication comes from your integrity and morals. Dedication comes with good karma(maybe not right away). Dedication will make you trustworthy in the eyes of other people. Dedication builds you character in a positive way
In this world, most of us would agree that you need passion and dedication and one can’t exist without the other. Passion and Dedication go hand in hand, but imagine you had to pick one just one, would you rather live in this world without no passion in your heart or no dedication in your character?
I just want to let you know that tomorrow at 6AM, I will be uploading a Christmas poem so make sure to check that out. On Monday December 3, I will upload the answers to the riddle I posted yesterday Who Can Solve This Riddle? and it’s an interesting riddle. For those you that watched Nickelodeon as kid, you might be able to solve my riddle. I just want to thank all of my followers and God bless you all. Before reading my story, I will advise for the ones that don’t know me to read Who Am I? to understand what type of person that I am and I think that will help you make sense of this story. If you have any questions about the story below please comment below
I will never forget my 25th birthday. 2014 – 2015 I was going through depression. In October 2014, was the first time I got my feelings hurt and went through serve depression and it was over a girl I use to date. But I might as well start from the beginning and this is a long blog just to give you a warning.
Now in October 2014, that was the year that I had lost my great grandmother and also the year that I have lost the love of my love. Now I will admit, it was mostly my fault in which why things ended between us but I had good reasons into which why I broke up with her. 1) because I didn’t want to get her pregnant and 2) I felt like like she wasn’t really into to me like she said she was. So anyway to continue, we broke up but remained friends. While we remained friends, I still had strong feelings for and deep down wanted to be with her but still was satisfied with being friends with her. Throughout the friendship from December 2014 until July 2015, I received nothing but mixed signals from this girl. At first I feel like she wanted to be with me, but then on other days I felt like she wanted nothing to do with me. I am going to talk about all the bullshit I went through for 7 months.
In December 2014 me and my ex was texting. Now my dad told me that he was going away for 3 weeks. So I told my ex, I am happy because I will have the house to myself for 3 weeks. Her exact words were “Nice and you better invite me over to your house”.
I responded “lol nah you can’t”. She responded “Why not lol?” Now at the time I was naive and I thought alright maybe she does wanna come over. So fast forward 2 weeks later on New Years Eve I texted her ” Since you off tomorrow do wanna come over?
She said ” What time?”
I said “At 2, but it don’t matter what time.”
She said “She said well if it don’t matter the time, then I will let you know.” Now in the back off my mind I felt like she didn’t wanna come over because if she really did then she just would of said yes. Next day comes by and I didn’t hear from her. I wished her Happy New Year and she wished me Happy New Year and she never even mentioned come over to my place or anything. So I assumed she was hoping that I didn’t bring it up or hoping I forgot about inviting her over. Even though in the back of my mind I knew she was avoiding coming over to my house, I didn’t make it a big deal though,I let it slide becuase I figured maybe it wasn’t best that we have sex anyway since we just friends.
Fast forward to February 2015, so me and my ex were still friends texting on a regular basis. I wanted to hang out with her before school started in March. So we were on the phone talking and it was a Sunday. Over the phone, I asked her “Since I’m going back to school soon and I’m gonna be really busy do you wanna hang out this Friday ?” She was hesitant and said “I’ll let you know” So now in my head I’m like wtf like it’s either yes or no you know if you free on Friday or not. So we texted throughout out the week. Now Friday comes and for second I thought about asking her again if she was free for Friday, but then I’m like nah, she said she would let me know so the ball is in her court. So we texted throughout Friday and she never mentioned or got back to me about hanging out for Friday. So now I got a little irritated. So what I did was I purposely waited until two days to bring up the issue. You see, what she was doing was she she says”I’ll let you know” because she really don’t have interest in hanging out with me but she don’t wanna be straight forward she rather string me along. So I decided wait two days because I knew she was hoping I would forget. So two days later which is a Sunday I texted her “You never got back to me about hanging out on Friday” She says ” I was waiting for you to mentioned it” So I said “When I asked you to hang out and you said you let me know” She said”Oh I did, oh I’m so sorry it’s just that I’ve been stressed out this” basically she was giving me bullshit excuses.
Now let’s fast forward to April 2015. I was texting her and I was a little tipsy. She knew I was tipsy so she ask me do I still have feelings for her. Now I honestly don’t remember what my response to that question was because this happened like three years ago, but one thing that did cross my mind was the fact that as soon as I told her that I was tipsy then she wanna know if I had still had feelings for her. It’s funny because when you tipsy or drunk that’s when the truth comes out. She thought she was slick lol. But anyway this was when the fast and the furious 7 movie came out and I told to her that I plan on seeing fast and the furious movie and your invited if you want to see it. So basically I was leaving it up to her because I was going to see the movie regardless. So she said that she wanted to see it. So I said to her well alright just remind me on Saturday so I won’t forget. I purposely said that to leave the ball in her court because I’m not really trying to chase after nobody too hard. On Saturday surprisingly she texted me ” So we still going to see this movie right?” and I said “yeah “I will pick you up at work.” So I picked her up at work and we go see this movie. The mood was alright for the most part. So after the movie we walking towards my car and I tried to kiss her but she wasn’t feeling the mood. I kissed her for about 5 seconds. I tried to get closer but she stop me, went in the car and closed the door on me. You have no idea how that felt. Like we texted everyday, I was going to church with her family on a regular basis, I would pick her up from work, and a week prior she asked me if I still had feelings for her and this is what I get in return. I got pretty pissed off. So on the ride back home it was quiet in the car. I dropped her off home and I was tight. I came to the realization that maybe I should just move on because at this point I felt like there was another guy she was messing with.
I will stop it right here because this is a long story. I know this is confusing and hard to follow and this may seem unorganized but this happened a while ago and I’m trying to remember everything that happened. In case you guys are wondering why I was angry and confused is because throughout the months when my ex and I broke up, did try to get back with her back in November 2014, but she told me that she needed a break and time to heal because she been heart broken before and I understood that but we agreed that we will remain friends. But as the months went by, I started to think to myself like if she needed time to heal then why are we friends? Either we should just be together or just go our separate ways. I now know that when you need time to heal from a broken heart you should not remain contact with your ex. For those of you reading this, if you think this is bad, it gets much worst but I will upload the rest of the story next Friday. If any of you are annoyed or pissed off with what was said in this story, I highly recommend you not to read part 2 because it get worst. That’s all I’m gonna say. Part 2 will take place from April 2015 until July 2015 which will lead to my 25th birthday.
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