Listen to my segment “Poetry Can Take Me To Dark Places” on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/david-hockaday7/episodes/Poetry-Can-Take-Me-To-Dark-Places-e44m0k/Poetry-Can-Take-Me-To-Dark-Places-ag0qkg
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?
Before Reading This Chapter You Must Read
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.
2 Year Later
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.
- If you could use one word to describe Brittany, what word would you use?If you could use one word, to describe James, what word would that be?
- Can you have a successful marriage if you are married to a stripper?
- Why do you think James was at the strip club in the first place?
- Who do you think the next door neighbor that Brittany is referring to, is it Kile or somebody else?
- For Chapter 3, would you like to hear this story from James point of view or Kile’s point of view?
- Do you think James know that Brittany is having an affair his Kile, his college student?
- What subject do you think James teaches at college?
- Do you think this story is the prequel to my stories I written in the past “Don’t Tell A Soul(Chapter 1), Don’t Tell A Soul(Part 2), and Don’t Tell A Soul Part 3?
- What’s more powerful money or lust?
- Can you be happy in your marriage if you are not attracted to your spouse, but your spouse has the perfect personality that matches yours?
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.
Be sure to catch tomorrows post “I am in Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor(Part 2)” but please please read Part 1
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
On Thursday, I will be uploading part 2 of a story that I am writing. Click the link below to read part 1
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?
Comment below on your opinion of the four questions I provided?
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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
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
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
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
Tell me why you don’t find me attractive
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.
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.