[IvanAleisterMesniaa]

Potential danger.

There are some folks that understand everything about people, and then there are those who have no clue.

These two types of people often try to walk in the others shoes, one to be able to read someone like a book and the other to break away from being too analytical so they can stop thinking nine steps ahead in life, they want to just let life carry them.

Often the latter kills themselves and the former is left unsure what to do but cry.

If you could analyze people like opening a book, you would hate it, you'd kill yourself too.

Just like my friends dog, it could look you in the eye and know just when to cuddle up to you.

Restless time.

Four of us in a car driving to the liquor store to grab our last drink for a while, we're being shipped off to war in two days.

We don't want to go but you can do with a draft? I stick my head out the window and notice something flying above us, just then every thing went white and I wake up looking up at someone who is picking me up saying aren't you a cute baby?

I'm shown myself in a mirror and I'm a baby again and my dead mother is holding me, somehow I am back in time to when I was a baby and before my mother died.

I don't know what to make of this, I can still think like my normal old self except I am now a baby.

Some time later in life I kill myself, depression, hallucinations, visits from mysterious men in black.

Rubber room.

I walked into my home late last evening to find my wife and kids dead on the floor, falling to my knees in tears I cried out in pain.

I rushed to the phone and called the police and they shortly arrived and the entire neighbor hood came rushing to see what was up.

No one seen or heard anything, it was like it didn't even happen.

I've been locked in a rubber room for the last thirteen years, because one night I came home to my wife cheating on me, I killed her and the kids and have been locked away shortly after that ever since, I made that story up to keep my heart safe.

Untitled.

Ever hear the story about the boy and the pocket change, the boy got some pocket change from his pop one Sunday morning because he went to church and was a good boy, he was hyper, happy, and jumped with glee, do you know what he did? He ran as fast as he could to the candy shop down on 52nd and Hennepin, while he was there he wanted to get some candy, pop, and a bar, he only had enough of 2 of the 3 So he stole the bar and bought the candy pop, and when he got home he was confronted by his father, who was called by the candy shop owner about his son stealing, he got a spanking and never again stole.

A train going no where.

Riding my way to a town I've never been with my wife on my shoulder off in la la land I glance out my window and see the clouds above me and all I can think of is what flavor ice cream I want once I get where ever this endless train ride will take me.

It's times like these that make life important to me, not my wealth or that my wife makes the best cherry pie you will ever have, it's this right here, a beautiful woman on my shoulder and a beautiful view out this train window.

I'm happy and nothing could change this, we're on our way to no where because the brakes are broken, and my wife took 26 reds and a bottle of wine.

We're dead and I don't care because everyone is screaming and all I know is I'll die in my sleep in a few minutes with my wife resting on me.

Life is short, so embrace it, before you crash inside a train.

This last one I wrote for Jessica.

Love

Do you wanna do me

the biggest favor

that I will ever ask of you?

Will you marry me

for I am nothing

without your love.

After wards I

Will give you

a life so kind

and full of my love

I want you always

to be my lover

and help me through

my hardest times

I will always

be forever

with you love

So please say yes

and we can live

together in love

for ever.

[Martin Reed]

Thanks for sharing, Franky. There is so much passion, honesty and imagery in your writing – I often wonder whether what you write is fiction, based on your current feelings or reflections of your past. Maybe part of all three?

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[IvanAleisterMesniaa]

'Martin' wrote on '20:

Thanks for sharing, Franky. There is so much passion, honesty and imagery in your writing – I often wonder whether what you write is fiction, based on your current feelings or reflections of your past. Maybe part of all three?

The love one is written for jessica, the others are made up. The Train one I wrote when I was 14, I have a love for trains and wanted to write something with trains in it in some way but also symbolized how I felt like crashing and burning from what was going on in my life at that time(schizophrenic mom)

The one with men in black is just my silly take on the whole ufo conspiracy and men in black etc.

Thank you though! <3

[emmaree]

Wow Frankie

If that is how you asked Jessica to Marry you,,,,it is the sweetest thing I've read in ages ,,,, certainly put a smile on my face

[IvanAleisterMesniaa]

'emmaree' wrote on '15:

Wow Frankie

If that is how you asked Jessica to Marry you,,,,it is the sweetest thing I've read in ages ,,,, certainly put a smile on my face

I didn't ask her to marry me, I write a lot for her. She suffers from CRPS and I do everything I can to be there for her. Talk on the phone, email her, record her cute videos, leave her cute messages, sign onto her account on this pain site we use together and leave cute messages and puzzles for her to solve.

If her and I get to the point of marriage I have something I have planned since I was a kid and only will do it for the right girl and she is the right girl.

It's a really elaborate and romantic wedding proposal.

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