The Harsh Life As An Orphan

All alone without mom and dad.

I lost everything  I had.

I turned to the streets.

Been selling crack since thirteen.

My foster parents don’t give a fuck about me.

No escape from this reality.

I still see my parents in my dreams.

They were my everything,

but that was the past,

this is the present.

On a daily I cut school,

fuck my attendance. 

They don’t care about me,

neither do my foster parents.

I look up to drug dealers 

as my parents.

They are my guidance and protection.

They give me what I have been missing,

love and affection

until I got caught hustling.

The police snatched me up,

cuffed me up,

and locked me up.

Now inside the juvenile 

detention center,

during the middle of winter.

All cold and bitter.

Days becomes weeks,

Weeks become months,

Months become years.

Only thing remain 

that remain the same

is in the mirror ,

when I wake up 

I still see the morning tears.

Now I’m nineteen,

my so called drug dealing friends

bailed out on me.

Not even a visit or letter

from nobody,

unless it’s my attorney.

I look back on life and 

realized I traveled a harsh journey.

I was only suppose to do a year in juvie.

I murder someone in juvie purposely,

because I don’t have family in society.

I’m here among company.

I have food and water for free.

I have a place to rest my head and sleep.

Sad to say but the prison system

is my family.

This is life as a orphan.

I will live like this until 

the day I go inside my coffin.

 

History > Money

An old poem I wrote in December 2016. I will be uploading some older poems for the next few days. I will be uploading alot for the next few days.

Do what you love best.
Be your own man,don’t follow the rest.
Your talent is what you wanna perfect
Look to prepare for the day after the next.
Be optimistic and make your dreams realistic.
Focus on being a warrior today to become a legend tomorrow,
because the future comes fast and you don’t wanna live in sorrow.
Chase the paper, but 1st pray to the creator of all things.
Sometimes wise to accept favors but don’t depend on people for everything.
Make your own path and have the people behind follow your lead.
The root of all evil we run towards like a race.
Come across the finish the line and happiness is what we believe we’ll embrace.
But the wealth is not always what it seems and it can cut you across the face.
Betrayal, drama, pride, greed, and envy are the intangible ingredients in money.
Money gives you royalty but don’t gain you the loyalty.
Life is funny and I’m not talking about comedians.
The broke and humble becomes the rich living as a hypocrite.
Those who were obedient become disobedient
when worshipping the paper like greek Gods.
But there’s only one God
and he’s almighty.
When you put money over your legacy you die with misery.
Chase the dream by putting God first and you’ll make history

 

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Bad Sex Is Not A Good Reason To Cheat

I always constantly hear stories of how people cheat on their partner because their partner isn’t satisfying them in the sex department.

When it comes to sex, you are suppose to communicate what you like and what you don’t like. Commuincation is the key to a healthy relationship. If the sex is bad in your relationship, tell your partner that your unsastifed and that it’s very important for the two of you will try and make the sex life better. Commuincation is key to overcoming sexual incompatibility. Have realistic expectations and be open to try new things. To have a good sex life you need commuincation, creativity, and consent. I just learned this recently, but the sexual IQ is low on average because we are taught to not talk about sex.

If the sex is not good with your partner, then why do some people cheat on their partner instead of communicating with their partner to see what can be improved?

Is bad sex a deal breaker in a relationship?

Do you think a person’s sex drive can be changed?

What, for you, is the difference between “like” and “love?”

Emotions,
So confusing
The way of expression
and communication
between men
and women.
I wonder if
I am just happy
or is when you’re not around
being lonely
is unbearing?
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
company,
or are you
another person
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
riddles
emotions playing games with
you
and hide and seek is its
favorite game.
The energy drains
you mentally and physically
searching
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
within you
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?

How To Save Your Marriage?

I am coming out with a new book called “How to save your marriage”

I am going to list some key elements on how to be a better husband

1) If your wife wanna use handcuffs in the bedroom, ask for a divorce

2) For those you have a girlfriend, tell her you only celebrate valentines day during the relationship stage but once ya get married, tell her not to expect a Valentine’s day gift

3) Tell your wife that planning a romantic dinner is too much work and you rather order her pizza

4) If you wife wanna talk and have make up sex after a week for not speaking, tell her no and that you rather buy her a reptar bar

5) If your wife want to give you oral sex tonight, let her suck the tip for 5 seconds then kiss her on the cheek and tell her Goodnight

6) When you sexing your wife from the back, make sure you slap her ass and say “Say you love this small daddy dick”

7) Tell your wife that shower sex is overrated and that you perfer to take a bubble bath alone.

8) Tell your wife that you plan on having sex with her only once a month

9) Tell you wife that you love her but your mother comes first

10) Tell your wife that for the one year anniversary that you plan on taking her to the strip club

11) When your wife wants to cuddle, tell her that the kids comes first and go sleep in your daughter’s room

12) If your wife want to have sex, tell her that you rather masturbate to porn.

13) After your wife gives you oral sex and swallow, tell her that you not kissing her for a month

14) Tell your wife ahead of time that once the kids are born ya not having sex no more and that ya will play tennis to burn calories

15) Tell your wife that you get sleepy early and no sex after 9:00 PM

16) If your wife gives you curfew, then tell her that she has to pay the mortgage

For those having problems in your marriage please send me your email address in the comment section 😉😉😉

Remember for the married couples that’s in their 50’s your only suppose to have sex once a year and once you hit 60’s the sex stops altogether.

I wish all married couples a healthy marriage.

I actually have done number 6 before lol

Comment below on how you feel about number 6

Why Is Spring The Best Season?

Another old poem I wrote back in 2014

I look up at the sky,
Realizing it’s no longer winter time.

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The groundhog been saw its shadow 6 weeks ago.
Now time time for the leaves and flowers to grow.

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Most constant weather this time is rain showers
To water the trees and flowers.

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Its the trees and flowers happy hour
From middle to March until Middle of June
Now visible all the squirrels and raccoons.

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Seeing the bunny rabbits humping,
Seeing the birds healthy and flying
Mother nature is in full effect.

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Sunlight hit the plants straight forward and direct,
like a one way block.

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Daylight saving move forward, set the alarm clock.
Nature look so healthy and fine
Spring is the best season of all time

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Comment below if you agree that Spring is the best season of all time!

 

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Life OF A Stalker

This was one of my old poems I wrote back in November 2014 before I discovered wordpress. Comment below and tell me what you think

I am a loner and I feel withdrawn.
I feel delusional way far beyond.
I am in love with my victim,
I have develop feelings that I can’t get rid of.
I don’t want to make my victim aware of my existence,
I keep the victim close,but I watch from a distance.
I’m sneaky and clever as I move in silence.
My intelligence
Is way beyond average,
But I suffer from a mental disorder.
I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia.
I am ashamed of my abnormal behavior,
But I can’t help it.
I have a problem I admit.
Suicide sometimes I be ready to commit.
Not much of talker, but more of a watcher and walker.
Welcome to the life of a stalker

Have You Ever Thought About These Questions?

For the month of June, I will be posting a blog everyday. I plan to post as much as I can uploading my poems.

These first two questions are for parents that have kids in their teens?

1) How would you feel if they had an blog account on WordPress without telling you?

2) How would you feel if your teenage child became pregnant or got a girl pregnant?

3) How important is family to you?

4) As a parent, have you ever embarrassed your children?

5) As a child, have you ever embarrassed your parent?

6) Do you think it’s okay to lie?

7) What benefits does art provide in society?

8) What do you contribute back to society?

9) For parents with adult children, if your child was over 21 and your child quit their job and kept it a secret and didn’t tell you, how will that make you feel?

10) Is it right for parents to keep secrets from their children?

11) What do you think is the biggest waste of human potential?

12) What is something that overwhelms you?

13) Comapred to life 40 years ago, why is it so hard to get married?

14) Is it okay for Christians to date a non- Christian?

15) What physical proof is there that God exist?

16) What is something that everybody looks stupid doing?

17) In one sentence, how would you sum up life?

18) In one sentence, how would you sum up the internet?

19) In one sentence, how would you sum up why the devil is a liar?

20) In one sentence, how would you sum up life in America?

For those that want to answer one of these questions, comment below and ask me a deep, provoking question for me to answer

Should I Go To A Open Mic?

I remember last year around this time,
had dreams of making you mine
but underconfident I couldn’t reach the finish line
because I didn’t have a dime.
No joke when your on the decline.
Barely food for dinner.
Cold during the winter
People mistaken me for a drug addict
People mistaken me for an alcoholic.
Everything is part of God’s plan,
and I felt like hell was my destination
but still kept the bible in my hand.
It wasn’t easy as man.
How do you thank Jesus
when searching for scraps
in trash cans?
Just couldn’t give up
Becoming inpatient
until I saw your face.
You felt sorry for me
and gave me a plate food
to stuff my skinny face.
You walked past
and visited everyday
In the alley by the fire escape
to drop off food
which gradually put
me in a better mood.
Vienna Sausage and soup.
So we began to converse
and I learned you
was a registered nurse.
I told you I write poetry
and short stories.
Your face lit up
because you love poetry.
You asked me to recite a poem

“I feel like an airship
high and mighty
but I am a sinking ship
just forever drowning
I feel like an African King
ruling my kingdom
side by side with my lovely queen
but I am slave, a peasant,
body worn down
from building tall pyramids.
I feel like a pastor
preaching to the congregation
on Easter,
making people in believers
but I am a hypocrite
for telling civilians
that walk by me to follow Jesus
since the skin my body
is dirty.
I feel like I’m dwelling in heaven
but this morning I almost committed suicide.
I feel like I have all the answers
but I have so many answered questions.
I feel like the devil is a liar
but he told Eve the truth
about the tree of knowledge
of good and evil.
I feel like a black hero
saving my people
but I feel like a false king
like Scar
waiting for judgment day
when the lake of fire
burns my face.
All men created equal
In a world
that so vile and diabolical.
These thoughts have me suicidal
but for some reason I refuse to.”

You are just speechless.
You believe that poem is unique
and you love the way I speak.
You say you will take me
to open Mic at the poetry club
next week.
Should I go to a open mic
next week?
Comment below if you think I should go to a open mic?
God bless all my followers and comment below is there a topic that interest you that you would like me to wrtie a poem about and I will upload it starting in July.

Real Life

Fuck a smile

Nothing 2 smile about

Sweating like slaves on the cotton fields in the south

Nervous, anxious, apprehensive

3 different words expressing the same meaning

Some think I’m devious

but I was lying 2 seek peace

but like always comfort is a mystery

This more than a poem

A true life story.

Born with worry

but still giving God the glory

Blessed with a healthy body

but heart is becoming black like coffee.

I don’t give a fuck about being mean

If you don’t like me

Sue Me

The kindness in me vanished

I’m soulless

like a inmate with a life sentence snapping

because you asked him

“Why are you not smiling?”

Money never stretch but the stress in me does

Fuck a hug.

My fear like a kid fearing bed bugs

but 10 time worst

Hypocrites inviting me to church,

will spit on my grave when I get buried in the dirt.

Dehyrdated , feeling like I’m in a desert mentally.

Immature mentality some of you may believe

But I complain since I fall victim to the greed

of others within the vicinity.

Fear of living

so I wonder if I rather be dead?

Fearing life is constant headache

that I can’t fight.

Color blind, everything

in black and white.

Walk the streets alone at night

Wishing I was more like Mike

and the tears I refuse to wipe.

Fear of living

is the reason

I love sleeping

to ignore hypocrites preaching.

An abusive parent

having their child stripping

before the beaten

is the equivalent

of how I am feeling.

Deep in my feelings

reminding myself

the affliction

is still remaining.

I’m rewinding

on 2x

the memories.

Listen as you hear the melody

from the piano.

Listen to how the story is told.

Happiness at 10 years old

But things changed at 11 years old.

Scared like a crow just saw a scarecrow.

How you take 50 dollars from an 11 years old?

Karate practice twice a week

was a habit.

“It’s good for you”

An excuse that they use as a tactic

and smooth like ps4 graphics.

12 years old, miserable at football practice.

Did a three peat,

but quit at 15.

I had to run track

becuase I ran fast.

As you see I had pressure

on my back.

To this day

It’s hard for me to laugh.

I had to quit a job last

year

becuase I knew I wouldn’t last.

A year past

and yet most don’t know.

I’m getting too old

to be living like a kid.

Stress is way beyond big.

Holding sercets,

making my thoughts

the deepest they ever been.

It’s hard to express feelings

when people don’t listen

so you resort to lying.

Pieces of my heart is missing

making me soulless.

A person you hate conserving

with.

Better off talking to a brick

and their presence

make you sick to your fucking stomach.

So this poem right now

is therapeutic.

I’m having hallucinations

and I’m not smoking

so you know I have real

life problems

and yet I hate I have to solve them.

Feels like I’m trying to decipher

a bomb.

So much under pressure

I’m ready to give up and become

A bum.

Thus is more than just poetry

This is a true life story