Thursday, August 6, 2009

Hope is for Suckers (Haiku)


Hope is for Suckers Haiku
By: MdKnight (Ismael J. Rodriguez)

Hope is for suckers
If you don't know now you do
It all ends the same

Hope Is For Suckers

Hope Is For Suckers
By: MdKnight (Ismael J. Rodriguez)

There's no standing tall at five foot five
Lied to self with false pride
Just fake the smile or stand on toes
And all will go well or so we're told

But Hope is for suckers

Some lie to self far worse than I
When faced with truth they say goodbye
Entitled family but less then friend
Only there til the good times end

Yes, Hope is for suckers

Oh God forgive me as if you'd care
But then again you were never there
Stout little atheist with much on his plate
I leave no time for myths of Faith

Hope is for suckers

Friday, August 20, 1999

 Long time, so see. Ok, a quick summary... Life Sucks!!! Met Rachel on ICQ, befriended her, online dated her, broke up. We're still friends. Today, Michelle Vitale told me she knew how I felt about her. The feeling isn't mutual. End of the story, but she still wants to be friends.

Friday, January 1, 1999

 Life sucks, so here's more proof. It's the first of the year and it's about 4:30am. Everyone, Mut Matt (a friend of Jason) (I'm at Willy's place) is asleep. I can't sleep. Willy told me something today that is keeping me awake. He said that Mariluz is contemplating asking me to her prom. I don't know what to say. I've never been so surprised. She's a beautiful girl and I love her to death, but me? I almost find it hard to believe. Ok, I do find it hard to believe. A prom date is supposed to be a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. Or between very close friends. I don't see either of those relationships between us; especially with the large gaps of time between our meetings. I mean, I love her, but I don't see that emotion from her. And if it turns out to be true, and if I go (you know I will) it'll make her leaving so much harder on me. I couldn't say no, even if I wanted to. I just hope he wasn't joking. Jokes aren't meant to hurt this much.

Monday, September 7, 1998

Wednesday, August 12, 1998

 Long time, no see. Nothing new, yet, except that Willy moved.