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JT-TJ Mar 2011
I was born a sinner and my daddy prayed.

Every night of the week that my soul would be saved.

He gave all he could of his hard working hands.

Trying so hard, to keep me out of jams.

He did the best job he could, I know he did.

What did I know, I was just a kid.


My son is a sinner, still everyone cares.

When he goes before Christ, it'll be on a mountain of prayers.

His heart has been filled with solid gold.

I know his soul, has not yet been sold.

Weather it be greed or envy, I do not know.

His love for the lord, has begun to show.


I have worked hard for most of my life.

The more I want the harder I strive.

Still people are bothering me.

They say, "Come to the lord and you will see."

I cannot believe in something that is not there.

They say, "Let the Lord in and he will care."


In times of trouble, and times of need.

The Bible is where, most people will read.

If the Lord is the one you try to seek.

Believe in His word, and his blood you shall drink.

I tell you all, children of God.

Discipline the child, but do not spare the rod.


Before my daddy had past away.

I told him something, that made his day.

I disciplined the child, and didn't spare the rod.

And in the end, the child believed in God.

You see I am the child, I cleansed my soul.

Now God is in my heart, and I feel whole.


My daddy is in heaven, high above.

I reflect upon my life, and all of his love.

I believe in the lord, I know he is there.

When I see all the people, It is them that care.

Satan always temps me, he always dares.

When I go before Christ, It'll be on a mountain of prayers.
JT-TJ Mar 2011
Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.
Teach me and guide me, and show me the way.
Help me to grow, each and every day.

I know it is hard, to believe in me.
But with your help, I will learn to see.
Give me some food, build me real strong.
With you by my side, we will prove them wrong.

And so we can do it, just you and I.
With some rain in the clouds, and the sun in the sky.
I know if I try, I will succeed.
Because you are the soil, the soil I need.

I know I can grow, so very tall.
With your help, I will never fall.
Have faith in me, like a mustard seed.
Because your support, is what I need.
JT-TJ Mar 2011
Sky is blue, and soft like satin.
Clouds look like *****, of white cotton.
Sun burning up, my face so red.
These summer day's, are what I dread.

The sunshine is so hot and bright.
My sensitive eyes, I've lost my sight.
The air is still, there is no breeze.
My allergies, make me sneeze.

The cloudy days, are what I miss.
The air so fresh, like a freshly given kiss.
The dismal gray, the nice cool breeze.
The rain really helps, the farmers seeds.

There are no sunburns on cloudy day's.
Never any blinding, sunlight ray's.
Build your house, up on a hill.
So when it floods, there's no insurance bill.

But if both, is what you like the best.
Wait 5 minutes, sit down, take a rest.
JT-TJ Mar 2011
waking up each morning
dragging my *** out of bed
I rub the sleep from my eyes
shake the fogginess out of my head

I feel the chill of the morning air
the dampness of the dew
I make a *** of coffee
wait for it to brew

I see the people coming
and going through out the day
some of them are family
they want to stay and play

it all seems so normal
tiresome In  a way
taking it all for granted
it's how we get through the day

then the night has come
loneliness fills the air
I wonder what it's all been for
I wonder why I care

it's 12am or midnight
the start of a new day
I put the gun inside my mouth
and blow my head away
Many people live normal routine lives, they go from day to day wearing masks. Telling everyone that everything is fine. And then one day, out of the blue, there dead... suicide. You wonder how and why? It's a surprise and a shock. That's why this poem is written the way it is, and I hope it will surprise you and shock you.
JT-TJ Feb 2011
You left your door wide open,

so I entered through again.

That's when I read your poems of sadness,

and in them I saw your pain.

The poems you had written ,

touched me to my very soul.

I wished I had known you then,

so that you maybe whole.

You show so much compassion,

you have alot of love to give.

I wish I could be with you right now,

to show you how to live.

As I read your poems of hurt

a tear slid down my face.

How could one so young

be hurt by this human race.

I wept a million tears for you

which I would gladly do again.

Just don't expect me to enter

into your house of pain.
My friend Debbie wrote this about me, and she insisted I post this on here for everyone to see.
JT-TJ Feb 2011
Have you ever seen someone go commando,

or O' natural underneath the clothing they wear?

When they bend over or squat down,

you see the crack of there *** all covered with hair.

And whether they buy there jeans with zippers,

or purchase them with a button fly.

If they ever forget to close the front,

it will give everyone a cry.


Now if you like to people watch,

the way I sometimes do.

Then this can be quite funny,

if it doesn't happen to you.

It can also be hysterical,

wherever you may go.

And when I saw it happen,

I laughed so hard that tears began to flow.
JT-TJ Feb 2011
I went to the store today, to buy a few things I need.

As I was standing in line, staring at the things to read.

A gentleman approached, with only one thing I could see.

I suggested he go first, he shouldn't have to wait for me.


He said "No thank you", but I couldn't understand why?

I had so many things, and he only had one item to buy.

I told him that it's really okay, and that I don't mind.

He smiled at me and said, "No thank you, but you are very kind".


"I am out of work right now, and I cannot afford to do more.

And so I walk a very long ways, each day I go to the store.

When I arrive I walk around, looking for something small.

I take my time and shop around, and pretend I'm at the mall".


"So I hope you understand, this is all I have to do.

I really am not lying, unfortunately this is true."

I let him stay behind me, with the only item he had.

And I couldn't be more thankful, even though I felt bad.
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