Get my poetry published

i miss you wen i get up
i miss you wen i go to sleep
i need you when i feel like breaking down
i need you here to wear my princess crown
your everything to me dont 4get that boo
forever and always no matter wat
i will always love you

Just my best friends have ever red my poetry, short stories or anything I have ever written, so it’s a big step publishing it on the net. I’m very happy about it!

It will be the very first time strangers will read what goes through my head. Feels good, it may be the time.

I have written poetry since 1991. I would love to be contacted by someone who can help get my poetry published. The hardest thing is the finances to get it started.

Unlocking the pictures of my past
Watching them run together,
As my life unfolds before my eyes.

This race we call life is complex and dangerous
Running by way too fast, wild and untamed.

Sadness overwhelms me, the best years of my life, a blank sheet in my mind.

Blocked as if I’ve put myself completely away.
Waiting for that day, when I will choose either to stay
Or be on my way.

My family, my only true face.
Or I thought, the person I was or am?
Dazed and confused incapable of truth.

The phase of my life, unfolding my pictures.
Putting them together where they fit.
Or where I see they should fit.

Unlocking my past pictures,
Watching them fall together,
As my life unfolds before my eyes.

Sadness overwhelms me, the best years of my life.
A blank sheet in my mind.

The Levels of my heart, or my many faces?
You choose.

From the tiniest of seed grows the mightiest of tree.
I believe.
I like to write poetry. I’m not a poet. Just a dad who likes to write I’m wrong most of the time. Like to drink. Rabble. Babble.

So I made these 8×10 pictures from my poetry. They are 8×10. I sign and number them. My goal is to get this to become viral. Like “Thug Bug” – put him in the kitchen with a mug. Like “Leroy”? Put this anywhere in the house. They are “messages”. Find one you like – and only spend $5. No shipping. $5 is $5. Period. Best yet – a portion goes to the Children’s Cancer Research Center.

It’s win/win all around. I’d love to get published – but I’d love to see all of you getting a picture and “frameit/explainit”.

I’m a real person – click on the videos to see my family. Just wanting to start something Big. Look me up on Facebook or twitter. I’ll follow YOU!

Take care!
http://thoughtofought.blogspot.com

This story begins with a girl I
know

Her eyes shining crystal blue
And long soft lemon blonde hair.
With an unforgettable smile on
her beautiful face.
fewer differences

She always carried a mood of joy
Which easily spread like peanut
butter
And lifted my own spirit;….every 
single time.

The day we met, was the day she
was born
As I remember, a grand opening
into the world.

On the day we met, our eyes met 
at gaze
Carrying sweet scented smiles 
Naïve to knowing 
Of what we could be.

As we grew older, we bonded into
friendship
Having many similarities and

As years breezed by, our
friendship ranged on laughter
And daily gossip
Bringing our comfort and
confidence
To a higher level.

She possessed a beautiful soul 
of laughter and kindness
Naturally attracting those in
her surroundings

For many years, I was an outsider
My life was based on no one
caring
And no one seeing what was wrong;

For all those years, 
 She was the only one
 Who shared her ambitious heart
  That a girl like me will NEVER 
  FORGET!

Eventually, I felt unworthy of 
her
I chose to let her go
All for one true 
misunderstanding.
For two years; I became very 
depressed
I felt no reason to live 
With my thoughts continuously
haunting
 Days in and out.

I eventually realized her
presence and love
When her and I came to 
understanding
My heart refilled its pleasure;
My laughter arose back on the
warmth of my cheeks
With a lesson learned; despite 
our weaknesses,
Never give up;

she never did:
Finally coming to logical sense:
we were meant to be.

For all its worth, I love her
I wish she was here right now
Just so I could spill these words
One last time………….for eternity and
beyond.

One day, i met him
his eyes stooped with kindness
his gentle-carefilled words
and just the way he spoke, shone a light to my heart:
My heart of lost feeling
My feeling of depression and insecurity.

When i see him, my soul fills with renewed passion
My heart grows from the seeds of joy
and my face forms of a welcoming smile;
All of these feelings arise, and feel destined.

He understood me
He opened the doors for true friendship & confidence
These are some reasons why i truly love him.

Everyday i´m deep within my mind, wondering if he is meant for me
but there was always that other woman; as so i feel
whom can answer the questions to his heart
and guide him through his sorrow-filled frustration.

My offered soul never seems to be enough
My kisses of insecurity; perhaps sloppy
only are degraded to his defined passion.

My heart is found locked these bars of endless emotion
and i´m lost..
My body feels tense, and my soul is achy
with my nerves at a rattling pace.

That woman is much better, you could never make him happy:
as so my heart tells me
He says he loves everything about me
but why am i always questioning?
Why do i awake myself to fear?
Could it just be a lack of trust?
or that my thoughts painfully searching for logic?

I can never seem to feel the answers
i only seem to feel denial
but what do i know?

However; i may be wrong
considering the beautiful moments we share
every kiss we have endured
everytime we have gifted through one another
it has all been unimaginable.

My happiness has been over the charts
ever since he came into my life;
I can honestly not ask for more.

He´s so different
so indescribable
and carries the beauty of respect
Could he be the one?

All i know for sure is that i love him
ever since that first kiss….................

When you cross the river Styx
Remember to take care
For when the boatman
Asks you a bounty
Don’t pay him till you’re there
For if you pay him halfway through
He’ll kick you off the boat
And upon the realm of Hades
You shall never look.

-Erica Osterried

I Love Writing Poetry And It’d Be Amazing To Make A Living By It..

© copyrighted so don’t copy me to describe the satisfaction of life is to also embelish the meaning of it. to destroy it is to wish it gone from all civilization we call the meaning. what is the meaning u might ask. the meaning is a purpose or if you will a task. to discover why you are here and what you are here for. but what if you have no meaning why are you still here? the fact is this either your here for something or you die. so embrace that fact as you think thoughts that you should not think. in fact believe good in all your thoughts. for it takes yourslef and only yourslef to be happy. you could use help on the way to success and be encouraged to take it. but remeber life is your selfdetermination so don’t blame it on anything else. just live your life as intended and be sure that everything will be ok.