--Elite Writer Alias: ibelikeso Name: joe shmo ASL: 27/M/FL Bio: [ Quick Bio ] Website:[ Education ] Days Away: 58 Life Story: see poems [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 22 Forum Posts: 5 Shoutbox Posts: 0 RP Posts: 0 Signup Date: 4850 D 13.29 Years 1.33 Decades 161.67 Months 692.86 Weeks 4.850000e+8 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: &amp;amp;amp;quot;For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain&amp;amp;amp;quot;
Journal: My son -------------------------------------------
Mood: So proud of you...
I thought about writing you this letter many times before. When you were born.... I had the privilege to be there. I saw how hard it was for mommy and I wanted to show both of you all the love and support in the world.
After we brought you home from the hospital, I would let mommy hold you all night and i would wake up really early to hold you in the mornings. You were just a few months old and would sleep with me on the couch while I cuddled you in the blanket.
You have always been so independent. Simply had your bottle and you would go to sleep without any hesitation or work.
I watched as you grew up so fast... when we moved from Texas to Florida, you wore your first Halloween costume.... which was a lion outfit. We thought was so adorable. At one year you would sit next to so many stuffed animals and looked like one of them. So cuddly and chubby cheeks.
I want to tell you ever memory I have of you because each one is so important to me. You and mommy and journey are my reason to live. My love, my joy and my purpose.
I try so hard to be better and to work hard so that you never have to suffer or struggle. Even while I know I can't protect you forever. I just want you to know how much you mean to me. You have always been loved from day 1... and I have and will always be proud of you no matter what. Even when you make mistakes or acted in any way i don't like, you are still my first baby boy. I'm so proud of you and always will be.
The greatest joy I have is holding you in my arms because to me.... you are a part of me.
I will never doubt what you can become and I hope that through my life you realize that anything is possible.
All I ask is that you keep God as your compass and that you look to his word for guidance so that you will never go astray.
I love you my son!
To: Andres Sebastian Blandon
From your dad: Andres Mauricio Blandon
Aawwwwhhhh! That is awesome! Souunds like a love story. Simple and sweet. Thats great news. At least we are both happy! Yeah, let me know as more things come up. Dont knoe if youve read my latest but check them out. Have a safe holiday.
I'm so glad!!! Tell me about her!!! I remember our surreal written love story lol. Of a poets broken limmericks and sonnets of Christmases long forgotten. I am indeed still in the military. I am stationed in the armpit of the Army, Polk. Welcome home hero.
A note I slip under your door
For when I walk by your scent has long sense been gone...
But it is okay for I can write
And I will continue to leave my footprint along this sand
I walked from this ocean a figment
And now I am reality jumping off a page
I hope I have found you once again my friend
For so many nights and days ago...we were combined at the hip
What happened to the sun to my moon?
My friend? Where has he gone? What of him?
I leave this note in hopes of another...
I hope to see your imprints in the sand while mine slowly fade..
Stem is probably a stand-alone type of thing for me, being as it is somewhat dark and bent out of frustration with such constant domination of the media by the "Prince of the power of the air-time" and his apparent minions. The "stem" could be viewed as a brain stem or a plant stem through which everything must pass one way or another in a living system with perhaps this channel being overly occupied by such negative energies. Not my usual stuff, just a mood thing. Thanks for commenting.