My First Open Mic Experience

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.

To Tiffanee:

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 😁😁

If You Was An Animal, What Would You Be?

Full of patience

I wish for a lifespan

that extends

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?

I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (Part 2)

Before Reading This Chapter You Must Read

 

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I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (Part 1)

 

 

 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. 

Chapter 2

I’ve been with  James(Brittany’s Sugar Daddy) for a little over two years now but we known each other for a while.Image result for flashback gif Image result for arrows gif

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.

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               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. 

Discussion Questions

 

  1. 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?
  2. Can you have a successful marriage if you are married to a stripper?
  3. Why do you think James was at the strip club in the first place?
  4. Who do you think the next door neighbor that Brittany is referring to, is it Kile or somebody else?
  5. For Chapter 3, would you like to hear this story from James point of view or Kile’s point of view?
  6. Do you think James know that Brittany is having an affair his Kile, his college student?
  7. What subject do you think James teaches at college?
  8. 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?
  9. What’s more powerful money or lust?
  10. 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

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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    

True Love Is Scarfice

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
to paradise.
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

 

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April 

Love Lost The War

On Thursday, I will be uploading part 2 of a story that  I am writing. Click the link below to read part 1

I Am In Love With My Seductive Next Door Neighbor (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.

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Discussion Questions 

 

1. How long does it take to heal from a broken heart?

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2. How do you know when your heartbroken?

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3. Do you think forgiving someone that broke your heart will make you live longer?

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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?

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Comment below on your opinion of the four questions I provided?

 

 

 

 

 

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My Podcast

I had a podcast for about 4 months and I barely had the chance to use it. This year I plan to change that and I will be using my podcast more often. I plan to accomplish a lot of goals this year and using my podcast is one of my goals and getting recognized is one of my goals.

Listen to this episode of my podcast, Spoken Word Poet, My journey and experiences on blogging https://anchor.fm/david-hockaday7/episodes/My-journey-and-experiences-on-blogging-e2ilrd

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Words are powerful enough to hurt somebody but words will not raise a person from the grave so think before you speak” – David Hockaday

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If You Want To Try A Challenge Then Read This Post

I am brave like a knight

for not being afraid

to walk the streets at night.

My best friend “Corey White”

loves to wear white.

I prefer black because

white gets dirty early.

My other friend “Earle Lee”

is trying to accomplish his dreams

like he is Martin,

but my other friend “Lawrence”

resembles the celebrity “Larenz Tate”

and thinks negative like the charge of electrons.

Gotta get him to come outta his shell

like he is a valence electron.

The day that happens, that moment

would be shocking like electric.

My other friend “Carmen”

loves southpark and her favorite character

is Eric Cartman

because he is off the wall like Denis Rodman

and Carmen will defend for her friends like Pippen

and my Scottie dog as well come to my friends defense

like an American army in ww2 helping Russia.

Plus as man I have girlfriend, I am gentle with her and I never try to rush her.

In the morning with her hands, she feels my Woodie poking through my sweats

and now she feels horny

and the mood is intense like a setting in a erotic story.

I’m excited like Andy playing with my Woodie.

I pull out the sex toys

but she grabbing the head of my penis

screaming out “fuck me”

I am gentle with her as she catch the strokes.

Rub her breast and I lightly start to choke

her as I pick up the speed of my strokes.

Giving her a workout, I’m sweating and the sweat from my forehead drips

all the way down to my sweats.

Her legs up in the air

while I’m whispering in her ear,

talking dirty while giving up

full custody of my kids

and I felt like a shitty parent

for being an alcoholic

instead of taking care of my kids.

Now I know about 90% of you reading this are confused or felt like you wasted your time reading this. Well you are lucky because I was going to make a riddle where I was going to make you fill in the blanks lol

But anyways this poem is a short story of me describing my four friends, my dog, and my girlfriend.

With my four friends and my dog, I’m either using a double entendre describing either their personality or their interest in things. With my girlfriend, I’m describing our sex scene between us using double entendres.

Now the way you must read this poem, every line connects with the line before and the line after one way or another but that’s on you to figure out. 🤔🤔

What is a Double Entendre

A double entendre is a literary device that can be defined as a phrase or a figure of speech that might have multiple senses, interpretations, or two different meanings, or which might be understood in two different ways.

Some examples of a double entendre

1)”My girlfriend knows not to ask me for a penny since I’m broke so a sniff of my cologne is the only way she will get a scent from me.

What does this mean? Scent means smell but as well scent and cent has the same sound so since I don’t have a penny maybe she can sniff my cologne because thats how she can get a scent from me. Remember a ” scent” and a “cent” is pronounced using the same sound.

2)”I told my girlfriend that salad is healthy so I will always eat it and I will never toss it.”

What does this mean? I love salad and salad is healthy so I’m talking about how I will never toss it in the garbage and as well I’m talking about how I will never eat my girlfriend’s ass all in the same line. Remember, toss the salad means to eat ass.

3)”My girlfriend wanna play tag but I am too tired and full to chase her since I just drank some hard liquor without a chaser.”

What does this mean? I just drank some liquor straight without a chaser. I didn’t add no pepsi, tropical juice which are examples of chasers. So the hard liquor got me drunk faster and I become to dizzy and sluggish to play tag and chase her. Remember the keywords “chase” and her” are only 1 syllable so I combined them and together made a 2 syllable word “chaser” .

4)”My girlfriend battle raps but I told her not to battle Remy Ma because Remy Ma will end my girlfriend’s career like Ja Rule’s and Remy Ma is willing to destroy it for only 50 cent

What does this mean? Remy Ma will destroy my girlfriend in a battle rap competition for only 50 cent. I use “50 cent” on purpose because 50 cent is all the money Remy Ma needs to battle and 50 cent is the rapper that destroyed Ja Rules career. Remember 50 cent in this line is refereed to as money and as a rapper.

Okay so now that you know what a double entendre is, re read the poem below slowly and see if you can make the connections.

I am brave like a knight

for not being afraid

to walk the streets at night.

My best friend “Corey White”

loves to wear white.

I prefer black because

white gets dirty early.

My other friend “Earle Lee”

is trying to accomplish his dreams

like he is Martin

but my other friend “Lawrence”

resembles the celebrity Larenz Tate

and thinks negative like the charge of electrons.

Gotta get him to come outta his shell

like he is a valence electron.

The day that happens, that moment

would be shocking like electric.

My other friend “Carmen”

loves southpark and her favorite character

is Eric Cartman

because he is off the wall like Denis Rodman

and Carmen will defend for her friends like Pippen

and my Scottie dog as well come to my friends defense

like an American army in ww2 helping Russia.

Plus as man I have girlfriend, I am gentle with her and I never try to rush her.

In the morning with her hands,she feels my Woodie poking through my sweats

and now she feels horny

and the mood is intense like a setting in a erotic story.

I’m excited like Andy playing with my Woodie.

I pull out the sex toys

but she grabbing the head of my penis

screaming out “fuck me”

I am gentle with her as she catch the strokes.

Rub her breast and I lightly start to choke

her as I pick up the speed of my strokes.

Giving her a workout I’m sweating and the sweat from my forehead drips

all the way down to my sweats.

Her legs up in the air

while I’m whispering in her ear,

talking dirty while giving up

full custody of my kids

and I felt like a shitty parent

for being an alcoholic

instead of taking care of my kids

Can you figure out what I mean by this line

“talking dirty while giving up

full custody of my kids

and I felt like a shitty parent

for being an alcoholic

instead of taking care of my kids”

This might be the most difficult line in the poem so comment below and tell me if you know what this means. I give you a hint, you might to use urban dictionary to figure the line out. If you figure it out, comment below what it means!

Also, for those of you that are lost and still don’t have a clue, just leave me a comment saying you need help and on my next post, I will upload a sound cloud recording break down this poem line by line.

For those of you that are double entendre experts lol, write me a difficult double entendre in the comment section for me to figure out 😎

Have A Good Night And Please Rate This Poem

Don’t let the number of followers, likes and comments determine the value of your blog”. – David Hockaday

 

 

Valentine’s Day Poem

Watch this video first before reading the rest of this post! This is a good video to watch on Valentine’s Day!

This one is for all the bloggers on wordpress. I dedicate this poem to every blogger because it takes hardwork ,dedication, passion to blog. Blogging by any means is not easy. Staying up late night, thinking of ways to improve your blog, figuring out how to relate to bloggers, trying to be creative. Some of you may relate, but blogging can be an addiction when trying so hard relating to others. Comparing to other blogs and feeling like your blog isn’t good enough. Sometimes you want to give up blogging. Or you could be in the position where blogging is the only time you feel at peace because you are depressed in life. I read a lot of depressing, heartbroken blogs. To those of you that are miserable in life but still continue to blog, keep writing because I am here to support and provide feedback and I love your work. Never be afraid to express yourself because I always love to hear what’s in a person mind and heart. For those of you that know me, Ya know I don’t give a fuck, I wrote some of the darkest shit such as rape, murder, suicide, heartbreaks, perverted shit, sex poems, poverty, rage, and hate. I won’t lie to you, my dark poems is reality. This is the stuff that goes on in my head but you know what though, I’m not afraid to talk about it because no matter how hard my life gets, I love God and when I think of Valentine’s Day, I think of God. God is more powerful than anything.

The lord is love

Power from above

Is enough

And more powerful

than 1000 hugs.

I almost shed tears

When seeking 2 love birds

Appear

On my WordPress

Madly in love.

Marriage and relationships

Is always tough.

Times get rough.

Arguments are always guaranteed.

Sometimes we don’t always think

Before we speak.

We hurt feelings

We cause problems

But only a few create solutions

Solutions rise above

And problems fall at the bottom.

Prior to 2018,

I never gave a fuck about Valentine’s Day

But I am more mature today.

Valentine’s Day is not about money and materialistic things.

It’s about celebrating friends and family.

I am not affectionate

but I have a girlfriend and I love her dearly.

After viewing some of the lovely Valentine’s day posts

About spouses and significant others

I just want to tell Tiffanee

That I love her dearly.

I will do whatever I got to do

To protect her from everything.

I know that sounds impossible

I will damn sure make the impossible, possible.

I love you and I always will.

For my long term bloggers that been following me

Since day 1,

You know that I write some very dark shit.
I admit my mind can travel in dark places

And I can get very personal

But I have a big heart

And I love each and every one of you

For supporting me.

Ya give me the strength to write.

Ya give me the strength to fight.

Ya give me the strength to be a better poet.

Ya give me the strength to expose dark places.

In my mind.

I’m one of a kind

And one day when I shine

I will never forget my followers.

Each and every one of you deserves flowers.

For my male followers that have wives/girlfriends,

Treat your lady like

The way you want your daughter to be treated.

Protect her and be a leader and provider.

Tell her why you fell in love with her.

Tell her that you will always love her.

For my female followers that have husbands/boyfriends

Treat your man like

How you want your son to be treated.

Support him and appreciate him for being a provider.

Being a man that’s a provider and protector

Is a big responsibility

so be his helper and help him lead.

To all the single people,

Love don’t come from a relationship.

Love is provided to from Jesus

A significant other is not needed

For happiness.

I want single women to love themselves

And impress and spoil themselves.

Stop settling for situationships

From men that use devious tactics

And false disguises

Pretending to have feelings

when in reality treat your vagina

like an inmate that’s state property.

I want single men

To not let women with extreme high standards

Make you feel less like a man.

You are a man

And focus on your plan.

Don’t let pussy be a distraction

And stop letting women trick you into tricking

If you and her are not committed.

Because money attracts

But true love slowly contracts

The love that gives roots towards evil

True love is plentiful.

To everybody reading this

God bless you

And I love you!

My next post will be poem called “My Seductive Next Door Neighbor” and I looking to upload this by Sunday or Monday

Why Sex Is Overrated?

This will be one of my poems that will be in my book “How To Be A Good Husband”. My book will be published very soon and I hope you purchase a copy as soon as it comes out. I promise you, this will be the best book you will ever read. Please read some of my previous posts below to get a preview of what you can expect.

How To Save Your Marriage?

How To Be A Better Husband

How To Save Your Marriage Part 3

How To Be A Good Husband ( Part 4)

 

Fuck sex 
I need rest 
Sleep is best
Too damn tired
for some neck
The pillow where
my head rest,
I look forward to that.
Love and affection
with a female companion 
is so wack.

Porn and frequent masturbation 
is where I focus my concentration.
Dirty talk I hate that in a conversation 
since only palms deserve my attention.
XXX videos my provide excellent demonstration
and it’s the key that open the door to heal 
when you get rejected or heartbroken.
Same sex with the same person forever is tedious.
So porno made me oblivious to bad b*tches
that act so fucking arrogant.
If I can go back in time, I would of stayed 
a virgin.
Like I said earlier, my hands are much more deserving.
After I’m done ejaculating, I’m peacefully resting
Never have to worry about a female asking
” You wanna go for round 2?”
I respond ” Do I look like a machine to you?”
Its either that or they want to cuddle.
I don’t have the energy, after sex
I get too sleepy
So I dislike it when a female keep nagging me.
I am not a fucking machine, my ejaculation 
drains the shit out of me.
So please stop asking me for round 2 please.
This is why I deserve my hand.
Lonely and private is how I like it.
Don’t have to worry about emotions and feelings.
Sexual intercourse can be confusing sometimes.
Add on a bunch of mixed feelings.
Masturbating is straight to the point.
Right after, I smoke a joint 
then fall asleep and sleep my life away.