HAD MY BABY BOY 12/29/2013 at 10:57 he weighs 8 pounds 4oz 19 in long his name is Silas Lee Pruitt
I am married to a fellow poet on this site http://www.writerscafe.org/itz_JuggZ aka Stevo
I cant sleep without knowing there's hope
Half the night I waste in sighs
In awake-full dose I sorrow
For the head the Lips the Eyes
for the meeting of to marrow
I write without rhyme or meter
free verse just what ever I feel inside
coming out in its own intricate rhythm
pure unashamed passion
without definable restriction
I write great exhibition
of feelings without shame
for all control is lost
I release nothing but that raw literature
that uncensored c.literature
that cum before you go
those unapologetic scriptures
and if you can't handle that
than you can exit my page
I am many things yet defined by nothing
thus being said I'm Influenced by
a legion of passions a collection of thoughts
I love art, movies and music♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ uncontrollably
Materialistic people get under my skin.
I don't care about your money
or your ideal that beauty has to be perfection
it all looks plain and the same.
Fall out of line, don't just follow everyone else
and look for status and false beauty.
I'm all about uniqueness and beauty
from things that are amazing and different.
I admire people who are themselves
and don't strive to be the perfect image
of what the media tells us we should be.
I am a watcher
I am a writer.
I am an artist,
I seek mutual understanding.
I am going to try to get the most out of life,
and learn everything that has relevance.
Lack of perspective equals ignorance
I want to see through everyone's eyes
and hear what they hear. I want to love you
and know all that has happened to you in your life
cause its made you who you are.
Poetry is the only thing that can fix me
when I'm broken, break me when I'm fixed,
remind me when I've forgotten,
distract me when I'm too far in,
wake me when I'm tired,
relax me when I'm too alive
love me when I'm feeling unloved,
and holds me when I am sad.
We all try to find whats important in life,
to some people the goal may be happiness,
to some success or to others it may be beauty.
Me? Well I guess I forgot to make goals
while I was 'growing up' as they call it.
I was too busy observing people
and trying to figure out what separates us all...
and wanting to be a great many things
that a thousand lives could never complete.
Obsessed with understanding
why a million lonely people
couldn't find each other
While wishing for my own true love
but I was not the typical girl
I never dreamed or planed my wedding
I was more of a tomboy, climbing in
and falling out of trees,
punch you in the face
fighting with the boys type girl
and in a way I still am
but I'm still more of
a lover than a fighter
I claim all the responsibility
because no one else will.
I create myself every day
in the image of my ideal.
I also slowly lose the energy
to give a damn about anything
(or so I say but don't fully mean).
I watch as the whole world
takes two steps forward and ten steps back...
Digression of the masses.
I watch how celebrities try to run our lives
and tell us what to be, what to ware
or what to rebel against all while they have
very little control over their own lives
their fueled and controlled by their
addictions and fears
Everybody's hiding behind masks
weather there made of diamonds or coal.
As Kurt Cobain said Wanting to be somebody else
is a waste of the person you are.
From here everything looks like brainwashing
From here, I'm losing the will to fight anymore
From here I hope I don't stand alone?
Lessons in futility, and learning the meaning
of 'lost cause' none of us are lost causes.
Every day my heart is a little more broken
from what I see and feel
I loathe the memory of being told
not to let it get to me, What a joke
People preach ignorance in the name of happiness
but that only fuels the problems and isolates us all
How can we stand by while narrow minded people preach hate?
I would rather be unhappy and aware
than blissfully in denial.
People say nothing is original anymore,
but I think that's a crock of s**t
and a demonstration in laziness.
Each of us are original,
if we can actually open our eyes
and think for our self's as individuals
can you imagine that world
if we all knew and fully understood
how unique and special we all are
Every human being and/or life form
is original in itself.
From there it's a matter of self-discovery
and who your friends are.
Inspiration is wonderful,
but directly taking an idea
and calling it your own
is quite the opposite.
Everyone wants to be someone else now,
so we live in a world of isolated copy cats.
Runway fashion show lives.
I fill a thousand pages,
use up a thousand pens
and burn my eyes out writing in the dark...
For what? Why should I give a s**t anymore?
But the bigger question is why can I not stop
caring when it hurts me so?
I have given everyone my love
I don't play games
so don't play games with my heart
its not a toy not a bloody ball to be tossed about
drop me and I will break but I'm the only one
who can put me back together
you might have made the cracks and flaws
but I'm the glue I wont be Humpty Dumpty.
I do have a hollow spot; it seems I lost my yolk
like something or someone is missing.
I feel things more deeply
and take everything to heart
maybe that's what makes me a poet.
I have forgiven everyone who has ever tried to break me
Ive forgiven the past
even though going through it alone
was hard and I didn't let it make me hard
but I'm not so soft either its made me better
than I might have been opened my eyes
to the world around me
instead of drowning in the world
within myself made me see
we are all drowning inside
but with forgiveness in my heart
I can keep my chin above water.
I am eternally grateful for the kindness
I have received in my life,
I Love every one of you
who have blessed me with yourselves.
I miss everyone I have lost
even the family I never got to know,
and cherish everyone I have left
and who have left me.
I know I love you is not an easy thing
for most people to say
(I just wish I wasn't the only one saying it)
because saying it means
you've opened yourself up
took down the walls
you carefully built
those are the ones that when open
are open to the bone.
Than there are the ones like me
who can say I love you more easily
cause were made of bone
we don't hide from the pain
we turn the pain into words?
and artists into works of art.
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