love is legit

love is legit
when you love somone, it doesn't matter what they do, their always in your heart, no matter how many times its been broken. don't worry cuz you'll find someone new, someone who won't hurt you like they've hurt me.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Daddy

Is anyone there? does anyone hear? does anyone care? about my most ungodly fear? silence. its all i hear. there and far....sometimes i want to get into my car, and drive. just drive till i run out of gas. fill it up, and keep going, so i can get away from all this knowing. these memories, they eat away at my mind. the one and only fear i have.....is if he will ever find me, i dont know wut id do, if he showed up and tried again. im scared. back then....noone cared. he doesnt deserve to live! he deserves to die!!! ill tell you a secret...sometimes at night...i stilll cry...from remembering the horror..the fear...from watching death so very near. that bastard that prick! he forced me as a child to suck his dick!!!!! he raped me he beat me! the
man i called dad, he enjoyed when i screamed for mercy. he lied, i cried. he said he hated me. that i was a mistake. that i should die, it was too much to take. i cried, inside i died. he murdered me emotionally. that horrible man i called daddy.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

thanks "dad"

Just so you know, of a specific way to go, try and see, whats happened to me. do you want to grow up to hav to fight for your life? i didnt think so, you as a man should be there to care for your wife. take in stride things that blow your way, think not of the selfish thoughts running through your mind, you should be a man who is nice, gentle,.....kind.
I serve you an image to your mind, take as you please, of a young boy, staring up in terror at his father, who tells the boy: "get on your knees" it was him who started this monster of a teen, him who corrupted this young man at such an early age, him who made me bleed. it was him who burned away the flesh on my torso, him who beat me with a belt, a rope, and evrything he could think of. love? ha! no suchthing. in a way i ought to thank him for the toughness hes giventhis teen. so i say to you dad: "thanks for the beatings, the abuse, the lying, the effort to confuse, the way you hit me and sent me to bed, the way you said you hated me and you wished me dead

jasmine

jasmine is sweet, beautiful, amazing, true. shes even better then you. she smiles that sweet smile.
she loves me, i love her. her long beautiful hair, her small pink lips, those freckles, god those freckles, all i can do is stare. shes beautiful, shes wonderful, shes evrything i want in a girl, when im around her my heart is like a tornado, it continues to whirl and twirl with the knowledge that "hey someone loves me!" at least now i can say that ive bee loved.
ive loved before, been hurt many times, i almost gave up on love, this poem has way too many rhymes!
so to sum it up, actually i could go on forever about the small things she does, that makes her so sweet, but actually ive got to go, im about to sweep her off her feet. again, quickly before i go, to sum up exactly what i feel, just so you know, the love i have for her, is totally, completely, legitly real.

faith in yours

Faith in yours will open new doors to the things unseen the places unknown. the way you know is when you show your faith in me thats how you see the ways to be free from this ugly corrupt hypocritic world and onto a newer better place you'll see when we leave this day behind. when we focus our mind to the things we want to stay blind we can see the faith others have in we. those who fail to lift the dark black veil from the face of the bad they dont realize what they could have had inside this faith from which they hide. they see this undoubtedly strong faith in me and they grow mad because its something they could have had but never chose from amongst those who also had the option of faith or hate.
Faith is good, faith is kind, you need faith to keep your frame of mind.
Faith. faith faith faith.

love

ThoSe who love, these who cry, we who live, us who die. noone is safe from the thing we call death, when we lay down our heads and take that one final breath....we tend to think, "have i done good? have i done all i can? have they understood....what ive done was to become a man?" they say you dont realize what you've got until its gone. that is so true, we need to kno, we need to learn, we need to show, we need to feel the burn.
Love is a feeling, nothing more, sometimes its a pleasantry to have, others its a chore.