Boys Night

My brother and i went haunting for chicks last night, so we found ourselves at hooters to get something to eat. In order to take away that yearning for food.  We got to the place which had a sort of log cabin feel, and here came our waitress Candace who was around the range of five feet nine, and full of hotness. My brother said, " Why are you so bashful, haven't you talked to hooters girls before?" my face turns bright red like red as a fire truck. " Yes i have talked to beautiful girls before, but right now i am nervous." I was surrounded by all these beautiful girls, and i couldn't help but being nervous.
Saturday was also UFC Fight night, so we watched two or three fights, in a row. We continued to be served with wings and watching, Ultimate Fight Night on  the screens above our heads, i was in a coma due to being subjected to all the cuteness,  i didn't know what to say because i was still in shock from all the girls around me, so my brother translated for me, the words i wanted so badly to say but couldn't. "Can i have a picture of you to for my brother?" My brother says out of the blue.
" Yes of course absolutely " the waitress ensured
 He snapped the photograph quickly
" I just love taking photograph's with people" She said

Reflecting, Remembering Your Time On Earth

I hold a flower in my hand,
the only reminder of you, that i have left.
My tears falling like, an uncontrolled waterfall,
as i stand here at the cross, where i first got to know jesus.
But i'm here today, remembering you.
Along with a million other people,
that i don't even know but you did.

Silver was you color choice, i don't know why you liked it so much.
But you did, now i hear the angels sing your favorite song.
When the night is falling, the other day ib shed tears of sadness
and don't know why.

There are still memories of you, in this house.
Like your Bible, it's been three nonths, since you've
been called up to Heaven. Today i stil look at your photograph,
and wish you were here.

It's been different without you here, the house feels so empty.
I remember how you would call me names, and i would get mad.
But that's because you didn't want me to feel different.
Each dsy i wake up wondering, if you are still here, but you're not.
Where are you is what i want to know, you left the world too early
I wish you were here, telling jokes.that's what i miss about you.

Imprinting Their Footprints On The Moon

Angels walk the streets of Heaven,
Leaving their imprinted footprint,
on Earth

Walking with robes of white and gold,
around their Earth called Heaven.
What if they walked on the moon.

Movie day ( Kind of)

So i find myself look though the television set channel, and i am wondering " What movies are on" and yet, i stumble on a movie that everyone in the world should know, take a guess as to witch movie i'm talking about, Do you give up? i scrolled up on Lord of the Rings the Twin Towers, now i know what your thinking, " Man i love that movie, but the one thing i have a problem with is that it's way too long", i cannot agree with you more, i mean the books are fine, BUT the movies are way longer than i wanted them to.

Nothing Good To Say

Remains of hearts, tore apart.
We have nothing good to say,
Our being together leads to fights,
Theres nothing good to say...

Rough Patch

In life there are rough patches, we as hunans have to face each day. Alough some people find rough patches, are  something you can learn from. Well heres how I put it, life is hard for everyone on this place we call Earth. I have been facing challenges, and i have overcame those tribulations. With the help from God himself, but don't beat yourself up if you don't pass a certain test, or your just lost with no where to go. Just look upon Gods incredible powers and he hinself will bless you each day, rough patches are the harder things in a human's life but sometimes then again they're not that hard to begin with. I face challenges every day and though sometimes it's diddicult for me, i just don't give up on myself.
Remember rough patches, can be hard or not hatd at all, every human has a rough patch, they're going through.
You aren't the only one.

Midnight Wanders

I find myself, writing to reduce my midnight wanders.
As the night's getting longer, and the day's getting shorter.
The sun, being protected by the moons light.
I find myself writing, to put my creative mind at peace.
To reduce that growing feeling of need,
yet i am no saint, I am just a poet writing about,
his midnight wanders, as i go through this thing called life.

Blog

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