Birthday Post

No I'm not dead, I got caught up in a lot.
I got a bunch of stories I could tell.
But I think I'll just use this blog as my white board where I can keep my stupid poetry.
Enjoy.
I wrote this one when I was 18 and now here I am at 23. I don't think the 18 year old me would even believe all that I have been through. I thought I was better then what I am now. But what I am now, is better then the 18 year old me, and more importantly way better then what I expected.


What happened to the old TV?
You know where I loved you and you loved me
Where we were a happy family
And not people getting punched in the face on MTV
When facts roll most from comedy central
Where is the straight talk express
When all you are really doing is weaving around this mess?
Now hey I know I am only 18
With a slightly darker then normal complexion so people group me
With the cocaine snorting Charlie Sheen’s
But
I know I am different
Even if I am not the best
All this hate in the world though is truly what I detest
Trying to be the best of me
When the rest of people look at me and see something
Non-existent
Some people judge me for what I am not
And I know right now I am complaining because of what I don’t got
But please world leave me a message after the beep
Am I failing you world
Or are you failing me?
Do I need to stand stronger alone or rally people next to me?
Who will listen to the calls even though it might not be destiny?


Cheers even to those birds that don't drink
Waldo