simple words

sooo its kinda weird how i came up with this poem i guess you could call it and i wanted to share it with you

I love you seems so strong
It can chage a life
I do seems so simple and undefined
It rarly impacts life at all
Yet when the moment comes
I'll look into your eyes
All i want is to hear you say "i do"
Kiss me across and alter or in front of 2 pews
It doesnt matter how or where
As long as I'm with you
Youve changed my life with 3 small words
You commited with 2 smaller words
Now two lives as one we'll take a stand
Just hole my hand, we'll get through this
You know its true because i love you.....


soo i started out with the first 7 lines and ive built off that
any thoughts???

I love you seems so strong
It can chage a life
I do seems so simple and undefined
It rarly impacts life at all
Yet when the moment comes
I'll look into your eyes
All i want is to hear you say "i do"
Kiss me across and alter or in front of 2 pews
It doesnt matter how or where
As long as I'm with you
Youve changed my life with 3 small words
You commited with 2 smaller words
Now two lives as one we'll take a stand
Just hole my hand, we'll get through this
You know its true because i love you.....

-jes a.k.a woot-

As she came up the stairs and in to her room
I clearlyknew something was about to come.
The way her heels clicked on the floor
Of those horrid black heels she had to wear.
I cant say i hate her because she is my mother,
I can, however, say to be true i wish for another.
This is not a new fight nor is it over.
This may repeat every week or another.
So the battle still rages and when he knows
I'll cower in fear of a hit, a bruise, or a broken bone
It's not like he means it, she just tells him the truth
but what they cant see is how it effect me so
They cant see it kills me to just sit and stare
trying to block all those feelings of fear
So ill sit here and write where i know they cant see
Ill sit here and write all the words they cant hear


-this was not written by my mother it was written about me and for all of you who dont know my parents are mormen but i dont beleive, now im not trying to say i dont beleive in god i do just not in the way they beleive so nearly every other week my mom and i go at it but somethime i dont ust because my dad is around and he can get quit scary hit me once before i lied and told everyone it happened while riding when i hit my shoulder on a saddle post now i dont want your pity or your sorrow im simply trying to let you all know where im coming from with this so tell me what you think and give me critics or anything else thanks

P.S
i had another story written out i might re-write because i lost it due to accidentaly clicking a page

sorry so i read it and wanted to make some changes real quick


As she came up the stairs and in to her room
I clearlyknew something was about to brew.
The way her heels clicked on the floor
Of those horrid black heels she wore.
I cant say i hate her because she is my mother,
I can, however, say to be true i wish for another.
This is not a new fight nor is it over.
This may repeat every week or another.
So the battle still rages and when he knows
I'll cower in fear of a hit, a bruise, or a broken bone
It's not like he means it, she just tells him the truth
but what they cant see is how it affects me so
They cant see it kills me to just sit and stare
trying to block all those feelings of fear
So ill sit here and write where i know they cant see
Ill sit here and write all the words they cant hear

if you cannot see just how i feel
then just let me go and let me cry
i dont wanna be here dead or alive
so you cant see why im hurting
or why i said im running
the reason is because you have no idea
what goes on in my head
so dont try to understand
just let me sit here and cry myself to sleep
just let me sit here and cry till i die........


spent the whole morning crying so i had to keep writing




i help thoise in need and try to comfort their sorrow
but ill have to fight my own battles and keep my own score
if i ever want to go far in this world
they wont be their to guide me ill push them away
they wont be there to help me, they cant help themselves
they live in this world so confused and so ignorant
they think that gays could never be right
but i sit here and think have you given them a chance?
they think that an god besides there own is wrong
but they have never even tried

^_^


inner writer has bloommmmmmmmded

sage it only comes out when im pissed or really upset :/
because when im liek that i cant draw so my mood depends which art form i do lol

same here, although I do most of my work when I am empassioned.


take care jesse

i luvs you

<3