I'm oxygen and she's dying to breathe. I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world so please listen no need to speak".. 

Do not fall in love with people like me. 

I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place.

so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. 

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. 

And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. 

JidosReality 7.6.16

I'm a prisoner in my own mind my sanity got sick so insanity stepped up to take it's place qweek.


The hour of the last is the wisdom of the future the more they told me the less I listened.


Locked Away in a place in a room that screams, so many secrets hidden hear it's hard to day dream. 


Only my thoughts to keep me company and that's something that's troubling. 


They watching me accessing me trying to understand who I am, why am I anxious and sad and thinking to deep? 


They have all these questions what a great master plan this is.


My eyes are wondering searching and stumbling there's nothing in this room but thoughts that are troubling.


Hear take a drink of this it will calm and relax you! It will stop your thoughts from haunting and stalking you.


I try to be mind full of my surroundings but this room is pale White suicides all around it "Locked Away with the only key that's able to set me free.


All I have to do is tell them that I agree with what they think, see they don't understand I ain't no puppet they ain't my masters, this ain't a class room joke were we all laughing.


I'm locked away and it makes me sick I was only ever been me now I'm labeled a lunatic. 


JidosReality 14.5.15

My thoughts are lost in this house of cards build from bricks, some doors in this house open up memories that scream. 

The room in this house I'm sitting in writing this poem needs to breath, to many memories in this room fighting for oxygen that's trying to leave.

There's no house warming feeling, or a hand baked loaf of bread in the oven dreaming. Just memories torn apart they happiness stopped speaking.

So deep wen I think! Its so sad how could it be? Anger and pain are the only voice to my memories.

Happiness and Love those memories are lost far far away in the rust of this broken falling house.

So many Memories laughing at me cause I'm weak, every room I walk into tells a story with no happy ending.

Im trapped and I'm lost, the keys in my hands only open doors to were loneliness is never lost in the dark.

All I'm left with is Cracked Memories all over this house of cards build from bricks. 


JidosReality 9.8.16

Every letter in the word I'm talking about felt ashamed to be the reason why this word was alive filled with pain.


Each letter with a meaning to create this words name. When this word is spoken the letters break up like broken pain.


They memory could never be the same, tangled and twisted blind men always thinking why they eyes are always searching to why they blind but always listening.


Letters don't want to be picked the alphabet try's to speak. Life had left these letters oh how much power does this word need? It's filled with greed that's all it needs.


Pain and misery give life to it's every heart beat, the secret was silent only the letters knew about it. Each letter brought together to create one word filled with lost letters. 


Disgusting and sick thoughts washed up in a ***** sink, torched and tormented the pen stops writing when this word is mentioned. 


The poem book shouts with loads of anger so much pain this word will always remind ya, with out these letters it's meaning begins to crumble.


All these letters want to know why they were picked to create a word so disgustingly sick, a word that causes anger pain and grief. 


It's secret was alive as a snow flake searching for some heat, the Tongue would not speak it stutters this word makes it weak.


The memory it creates has only a place in a heart that's filled with no love but hate. It takes love away twists it and turns it into pain.


Trust will make you think when this word begins to speak! Silence leaves the room running from the screams. Don't lie this word shouts hopping that you never believe.


When these letters come together it's another stormy cloudy weather. Rain drops turning into tears.


Lightning mixed with fear, dark clouds screaming but no one seems to hear. The pain brings alive every emotion that we try to hide.

"******* 


JidosReality 20.3.15

The marks humans leave are too often scars. One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside.

The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did.

there was no way to comfort it. See I think it's good for a person to spend time alone. 

It gives them an opportunity to discover who they are and to figure out why they are always alone.

JidosReality 2.4.16

Every letter that I write seems to be burning JidosReality my poetry started learning, that letters become words and words become meanings.


Memories are never lost they awake but day dreaming, sounds searching and screaming my poem book is drowning silently shouting.


The genius in the words as I write when I think, JidosReality was as twisted as an apple refusing to fall down from a tree. Like a shadow afraid of the dark scared to be lost.


A pen with out ink! Oh how hollow can I think? Words come out rushing the poem cuddles my pen as it starts blushing. 


My fingers are tingling buzzing to the words my thoughts are speaking. Sun shine filled with rain drops cold misty days trying to warm my heart up.


I crush and break every word I can't tame, there's a name for those words every word has a name! Poetry as I write it will never be the same.


JidosReality hears my pen pick my brain, hears the book I write in write down what you see. 


But the pen has no ink a "Blank Page is all I can see.


JidosReality 20.3.15

I'm dedicated to the pen my Poetry makes words that come alive, so please let's smile take a moment and think for a while.


I want to cry as I smile writing this poem the words are coming from a place that iv never known. Hide and sick as the words play games that I'm supposed to know.


Have you ever wrote poetry in the snow and not known were it's gonna go. Has your soul told you secrets that you only know? 


I'm Dedicated yes I got to write I go to sleep get lost in a dream my poetry still writes. Eyes open up in the morning craving to write.


Dedicated to this medication my pen gives me all the time. Shaking like an addict craving to write addicted to many letters the words feel so write.


I bit my lips as I write my hands cuddle this pen, words from my poem book have come alive. I see when you read my poem your thoughts stop thinking and start speaking.


How amazing are the words you been reading from the beginning, a simple question with many answers searching for a meaning. 


Poetry with out my words becomes lost and confused so naked poetry becomes a mess. 


Im an addict Dedicated to the story the words keep telling, read Dedication again many story's on one page like the scars on my pen when it thinks every day 


JidosReality 4.4.15