thank you for all the prayers and kind words you'll be happy to know that the little girl is doing better and her step-father was in fact caught friday morning

she counts the days
slowly turning to weeks
the weeks to months
she dreams endlessly
of one day feeling his embrace
the love she craved
acceptance she needed
she is his daughter
yet you would never know
he has never been anything
a name written on a line
the day she was born
Now a girl of twenty
she waits day after day
praying for the phone to ring
longing to hear his voice
the moment never comes
she is his daughter
slowly being ripped apart
by confusion, fighting anger
trying to forget his words
searching for reasons to hate him
in attempt to mask the pain
to hide the feelings of abandonment
yet everyone knows the truth
she could never hate him
she is his daughter

Misunderstood broken-hearted and alone
you showed me friendship, one that will last
taking the time to understand, warming the coldest heart..
A gentle whisper of hope and encouragment.
When all seems lost it is you who brings me back
to make me smile and realize things will be okay.
Never have i been so happy or felt so special.
Each day is now a precious gift
One i would not trade for the world.
You are the answer to my every lonely prayer,
My light at the end of the darkest tunnel



for my very good friend Mikey117 he has given me a friendship i so despritly needed

last night a three year old little girl was stabbed and nearly killed by her step-father as of now she's in critical condition her mother is a good friend of ours and her little girl could sure use some prayers and hopefully police will find her bastard step-father

ok guys listen i've really appreciated the feedback on my poems




Maybe someday you will wake up and see just how much you have missed.
Your little girl has grown up has grown up trying to understand the reason for yourabsence.
Maybe someday you will wish you could have spent more than a single Christmas with her.
Years ago you signed every letter, "love dad" but why?
After all you are nothing more than a stranger who shares her last name.
One who has no interest in her feelings, she has wanted nothing more,
than your love, Maybe someday what it means to be a father will come to mind.
Maybe someday you will find your way through the hazy tunnel caused by every drink.
when that day comes maybe you will finally love her for what she was brought into this world to be,
your daughter...

Somewhere in the darkness your voice finds its way to my ears, pausing only a moment to be sure its really you i close my eyes and am greeted by that gentle boyish smile and those deep-blue eyes i remember only too well. The sunlight is warm against my bare cheeks as you scoop me up into your arms just as i have wanted for so long. Looking into your eyes nothing needs to be said as all the love and compassion you have always had for me comes rushing out in a river of tears. Finally after a few moments... "i love you." even as the softest whisper i felt all that you meant to the very core of my soul. Gently wiping your tears my own begin to trickle slowly. " I miss you" was all i could manage. Without another word our lips slowly meet. a moment later i open my eyes only to find i was once again alone. nothing broke the silence but the rythmic ticking of a clock. unable to control them any longer huge sobs escape as i realize you had never been there at all everything had only been a dream...



this is a dedication to a very close friend of mine who took his own life at the end of last year we all miss him very much he was the most selfless person you'd ever meet

if you had the chance to tell someone they've changed your life would you tell them? or change your mind for fear of looking pathetic or weird?

"living in your memory"

Five long years ago lives were shattered, hopes and dreams replaced my
mourning and pain. for some life lost all meaning, we lived each day as
if we were programmed to do so, our minds and hearts filled to the brim
with days we would never again have with you, laughs we will never again
share. After several years i saw something through the tears and pain
for the first time, this was not the way you would've wanted things to
be. you were always so happy and full of love which you showered upon
my cousins and i constantly, making us feel as if the world could be
ours. looking out into the darkness of night i wondered what you
thought, sitting up there watching your daughters and neice struggling
to keep their heads above water. anger surged through me like a bolt of
electricity. how could we do this? you didn't leave us by choice it
was probably tearing you apart watching over us. it was at that very
moment i smiled through the steadily falling tears, looked out into the
starry summer night and softly promised you one way or the other we'd be
alright, we would live each day in your memory until at last we are
together again...



this poem is a dedication to Dion Parish the greatest uncle and father
who ever lived. he was there when no one else seemed to care, the only
one i ever admired, respected and loved as if he were my own father. he
is greatly missed by all who knew him

apparantly im not as bright as i thought because i fell for a soldier
which would be fine but im confused...he was hurt in iraq so like that
means he cant be a soldier anymore right? so theres no more reason to
worry?

okay guys listen this is a bit stupid i know but i've been mulling over
the same thoughts now for awhile and i just cant come up with an answer
so how bout some opinions? its like this...by now a lot of you have
probably read my true story called "a true hero" that sory is about my
best friend recently i discovered what could be a problem...deeper
feelings have been developing for awhile i thought about telling him
but chickened out now the thing is he calls me sweetie and babe alll the
time he never ever mentions his gf around me and when i had a panic
attack he told me leaving me was the worst thing he could ever do...not
to mention he just randomly decided to tell me hes really a big softie
the badass thing is just a cover so hes not walked all over so..what do
yall think? are we feelin the same vibes? because from this angle it
kinda seems like it especially since he did tell me very few of his
friendscan help w his problems like i can ugh i just dont know!!

ok i feel so stupid for not knowing but is memorial day just for our
fallen heros or is it also a day to thank our current heros?

my hero is my best friend eric he saved my life for sure

thanks to all of you who send out prayers and best wishes to my friend
eric and his family the support was very much appreciated i thought i'd
let you know that he is just fine again thanks to all who
offered support

I was going to include this at the very end of my story but for some
reason i fogot so for those of you that read a true hero there is one
thing i ask of you...PLEASE keep his brother in your thoughts and
prayers nobody has heard a word from him since a convoy was attacked
last week we dont yet know why so if you could please say a prayer and
keep him in your thoughts it'd mean a lot

Throughout the course of our lives many friends come and go some we long
for others hardly ever cross our minds but how many of them can we truly
call a hero? my best friend is a true hero to me and maybe by the end of
this story you'll understand why. the purpose of this post is to prove
how very powerful friendship can be it is a long story though so bear
with me

About a month ago i met the guy who is now my best friend his name is
Eric, a 20 year old soldier who lives in Reading PA. Our paths crossed
completely by accident, you see I was looking for the only other friend
i had his name is Josh. He wasn't Josh but we got to talking and it
wasn't long before I was very fond of Eric he and i can talk about
anything mostly because he's in some ways just like me, emotionally
challanged. soon it became obvious that he really did understand and
respect me Now each day i had something to look forward to..another
conversation with him the mere thought brings a smile to my face. In
only a months time he has completely changed my outlook on life, you see
growing up my step-dad was both physically and emotionally abusive
towards me pretty much every day. whether it's admitted or not that kind
of thing really starts to mess with you so from a young age i felt like
a completely worthless object because that's what i was to my step-dad.
you may be wondering what all this has to do with Eric, the day i met
him i really just wanted my time on this earth to be over. we sat and
talked, this feeling of comfort and true understanding took hold as he
told me his story and how he was different too. As the days wore on I
realized just what a special bond we shared already. i told him as much
the next day. i thanked him over and over for all he has already given
me i learned that the gratitude went both ways. he needed someone like
me as much a i needed someone like him. tears just began to fall like
rain because never before has anyone said they appreciate my help it
meant so much more than words could ever even begin to describe. it also
showed me that this disability may actually be a gift rather than a
curse, yes every single day is a struggle but at the same time it allows
me to understand and help someone who has done a great deal for me and
for this country. today i am more sure than ever that if it hadn't been
for that mistake that day would've been my last. this experience has
opened my eyes to the fact that people really do show up for a reason.
obviously i still have work to do here and i have Eric to thank for
making me see that he truly is and forever will be...my hero he is the
only one i'd give my life for without a second thought