I bet you didnt know that I love you, or atleast I like you a lot... My day kinda depends on you. Even if the most I can get is a picture at a time.I bet you didnt know is the only thing that is better than being deep in is being in your deep end... I would willingly drown there. Let your juices surround me as I give you as much of me as you can take...But my favorite thing is your head game. Being deep in is being deeply involved in our conversation. I simply want to engage you and your mind in a not so sexual way.
I bet you didn't know that I would rather lay with you naked and exposed engulfed in your river of flowing feminine.... thoughts. Your head game. I would like to engage your thoughts with the biggest of rocks, and marry the deepest ones...
I bet you didn't know that one night while you slept I was kept awake by your mere essence of being. I turned on some light because I was going insane in my not so self induced sleepless solitude. That is when I counted 72 eyelashes on the top of your eyelid on your right eye..
I bet you didn't know that I love you, or at least I like you a lot...
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Once when I was little...
I am not doing this for any type of praise...
Once when I was little... Maybe not so little, but little in the sense of age. I was 12 to be exact. My mother was working hard, she had changed a lot of her ways.. She was determined to make me happy. To make me fit in even when it seemed finacially impossible... That Christmas was sure to be the best of my life. There were sooo many presents under that tree. Someone broke into our house on Dec 22nd. Everything was stolen of course. This made me realize that people would go to the most extreme to make their families happy. Not to justify what happened. My mom went to this program with Toys For Tots. One where you submit your name and your situation, and people who had the means to be generous would choose someone to give a gift to... On Christmas Eve, Stacy Jones (no relation) showed up at my house. She had bought everything that was stolen, and given it to me. She was a 20 year old college student. That taught me 2 things. To be humble, and not to be selfish. My mother cried and talked to her for what seemed to be hours...
I didn't get why she cried, I didnt get how emotionally strong Stacy was. North Carolina has a similar program. I stared at a picture of my mom for hours on the 6th. I decided that I would donate my XBOX 360 to some kid for Christmas... I didn't want to meet the family, just wanted to give back... I got a phone call from a Millie Drisco, she gave me the rundown on a few families. One kid was 12, good grades, plays football, product of a single mother and a father that didn't really care. His mother is 30 and works at a hotel... That hit sooo close to home... I met with him, his mother, and his uncle... She cried and thanked me soo much. Then I realized why my mother cried and how strong Stacy was. I felt so depressed to know that even Great People struggle. But was immediatley cheered up by knowing that is when other Great People pick up the slack...
iJonesy (X)
Once when I was little... Maybe not so little, but little in the sense of age. I was 12 to be exact. My mother was working hard, she had changed a lot of her ways.. She was determined to make me happy. To make me fit in even when it seemed finacially impossible... That Christmas was sure to be the best of my life. There were sooo many presents under that tree. Someone broke into our house on Dec 22nd. Everything was stolen of course. This made me realize that people would go to the most extreme to make their families happy. Not to justify what happened. My mom went to this program with Toys For Tots. One where you submit your name and your situation, and people who had the means to be generous would choose someone to give a gift to... On Christmas Eve, Stacy Jones (no relation) showed up at my house. She had bought everything that was stolen, and given it to me. She was a 20 year old college student. That taught me 2 things. To be humble, and not to be selfish. My mother cried and talked to her for what seemed to be hours...
I didn't get why she cried, I didnt get how emotionally strong Stacy was. North Carolina has a similar program. I stared at a picture of my mom for hours on the 6th. I decided that I would donate my XBOX 360 to some kid for Christmas... I didn't want to meet the family, just wanted to give back... I got a phone call from a Millie Drisco, she gave me the rundown on a few families. One kid was 12, good grades, plays football, product of a single mother and a father that didn't really care. His mother is 30 and works at a hotel... That hit sooo close to home... I met with him, his mother, and his uncle... She cried and thanked me soo much. Then I realized why my mother cried and how strong Stacy was. I felt so depressed to know that even Great People struggle. But was immediatley cheered up by knowing that is when other Great People pick up the slack...
iJonesy (X)
Monday, May 17, 2010
Twitch
Twitch. I am strung out. You know you get that 1st high. That first taste, and you continue to want it. You want those few seconds of ecstacy, even though you know nothing, but more wanting proceeds. Yet you do it anyway. Hoping that this time it will last a little longer, you will be a little high-er. Thats why we do it anyway. To duplicate that sst time, to get a little higher. Seems impossible, but maybe this time is it. Or maybe I am playing Russian Roulette. Whatever the case, it is my game, my life, my high, my twitch. I am strung out.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thought Of the Day
This one came to me while I was walking on a sidewalk. When I was younger we used to do this thing while walking on sidewalks. "Step on a crack, break your mothers back." Seems harmless.
Only difference was my mother was in a abusive relationship, and it seemed as if everytime I stepped on a crack, well you know the rest. Back to today, I was walking on this sidewalk, and still avoiding cracks. Crazy, huh?!
Something else is: People tend to build these things up on weak foundations. I say if a person is not practically saying that you are someone that they would like to build something with, then don't set yourself up for suicide. I, myself can say I have been in this situation a few times. With people liking me, and end up hating me because I was not interested in a relationship with them... My thing is I look for friends before I do anything else. But this isnt about me. It is to say. OIf you are not at least 98 percent sure about something dont invest a lot of time and energy into it. Results are sometimes fatal and uneccessary.
-Thats All
Only difference was my mother was in a abusive relationship, and it seemed as if everytime I stepped on a crack, well you know the rest. Back to today, I was walking on this sidewalk, and still avoiding cracks. Crazy, huh?!
Something else is: People tend to build these things up on weak foundations. I say if a person is not practically saying that you are someone that they would like to build something with, then don't set yourself up for suicide. I, myself can say I have been in this situation a few times. With people liking me, and end up hating me because I was not interested in a relationship with them... My thing is I look for friends before I do anything else. But this isnt about me. It is to say. OIf you are not at least 98 percent sure about something dont invest a lot of time and energy into it. Results are sometimes fatal and uneccessary.
-Thats All
Thursday, April 22, 2010
21
I have always been that guy that people go to when they seek advice. The one with "his head on straight", all of my marbles, or no loose screws. Maybe you as a person on the outside looking in will think that is irrelevant. I don't.
Where do I pick up. Few years later, no longer in the 3rd house, actually in the 1st one on the left, now. Drama in my life is pretty much.... LOL, not happening. This can be my "what if" story. My "hypothetically of course". It's not often I get to be soft, so here we go.
What if I completely gave you me, be it now or years later. If I take it slower than slow, and still make the decision to make you my all. If I completely let m guards down, and show you how I feel. Illustrate my emotions for you at every given chance. Lose, the "secure" not caring front, and show you the vulnerable, damaged person I have become. I bleed confidence, but what if I show you my insecurities.
Good 'what if". Right? Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So you take that bitch by the horns and you say "Let's Go". Let it change you. Great motto, but does that mean you jump at every chance you get, to do anything. Or is it okay to pass it up. A thing I tell my self a lot is "Fearless, not stupid". I plan on knowing and respecting my limits. While exceeding them, daily. I don't want to settle. I want the best, for me.
So what if I let you in. What if I showed you how to hurt me, no matter my track record. What if once again, I gambled and presented a chance for heartache, pain, and drama, to play a role in my life. All for the sake of being happy.. whatever that is. What if I became your blank canvas, your ball of clay. What if I wasn't talkative. What if whenever I get to hug you again, I am don't speak. I just let our hearts have conversation that our mouths are too afraid to?!
-Hypothetically of course.
Where do I pick up. Few years later, no longer in the 3rd house, actually in the 1st one on the left, now. Drama in my life is pretty much.... LOL, not happening. This can be my "what if" story. My "hypothetically of course". It's not often I get to be soft, so here we go.
What if I completely gave you me, be it now or years later. If I take it slower than slow, and still make the decision to make you my all. If I completely let m guards down, and show you how I feel. Illustrate my emotions for you at every given chance. Lose, the "secure" not caring front, and show you the vulnerable, damaged person I have become. I bleed confidence, but what if I show you my insecurities.
Good 'what if". Right? Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So you take that bitch by the horns and you say "Let's Go". Let it change you. Great motto, but does that mean you jump at every chance you get, to do anything. Or is it okay to pass it up. A thing I tell my self a lot is "Fearless, not stupid". I plan on knowing and respecting my limits. While exceeding them, daily. I don't want to settle. I want the best, for me.
So what if I let you in. What if I showed you how to hurt me, no matter my track record. What if once again, I gambled and presented a chance for heartache, pain, and drama, to play a role in my life. All for the sake of being happy.. whatever that is. What if I became your blank canvas, your ball of clay. What if I wasn't talkative. What if whenever I get to hug you again, I am don't speak. I just let our hearts have conversation that our mouths are too afraid to?!
-Hypothetically of course.
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