Things Fall Apart By Chinua Achebe

I just finished the book today I started reading it on tuesday 12/28/04 when I got it final along with my friend crystal's copy of the book that I bought her for christmas that she recieved later on that day when I hand delivered it. It was a sad book in a way but I couldn't help think that reguardless of how the book ended it still would trade places with Okonkwo in a heart beat just to have the kind of courage he had and to beable to speak to people without fear of being laughed at. Women espeacially i'm afraid of talking to if I like them and what I end up doing is going from liking them to them thinking of me as just one of the girls which to say the least does not promote alot of confidence in me the only upside is I have at least for the most part learned what not to do in a realitionship with a woman if I ever have one but I am reambling about myself when I was talking about the book which was great I will probably let my friend bret read since he has never heard of it and i am going to start reading a book that was recommended by the computer when i bought T.F.A. online the book is called A BEND in THE RIVER By V.S. NAIPAUL. I'll tell you how it is.

poem's i wrote for my dad when he was low

For The ones That have Been Left Behind
By B.R. a.k.a. Joseph Ford Jr
Always remember your loved one's might not be with you physically they will always be with you in spirit.
So live each day to the fullest.
And never waste a second of it.
Remeber they would want you to be happy.
And continue living your life


For Those In Mourning
By B.R. a.k.a. Joseph Ford Jr
Rose's are red.
Violet's are blue.
Though you loved ones are dead they are still with you.

one of my poems

ME
By B.R. a.k.a. Joseph Ford Jr.
I am glad there is nobody else like me to feel the pain I feel and see the things I see.
To see my classmates walk proud and tall.
And never have them know I'd rather curl up into a ball never to feel the pain I feel.
They will neve know the pain of love ignited for a woman that would stand by his side and in his arms.
And know that he maybe, no definately will not find a woman like that ever.
To wish that he was never brought into existance.
So that he would never have known the constaint stabbing pain he has had in his life filled with sorrow, and saddness.

Here are some of my other poem's

The Game Of Life
By B.R. a.k.a. Joseph Ford Jr
Life is like a game.
You as a person start to grow from the day you enter the world.
Then as you get older you start to make friends with other people and you start your education on how the world works.
Then you learn what you need to know to be a part of the world.
Then as you grow old and you start to look back on your life and ask yourself if you have even made an impact on the people who you've met in your life.
It's not until you pass away from this world and enter the next do you get your just reward for playing your part in this game we call life.


What Is Love
By B.R. a.k.a. Joseph Ford Jr
Love is a swift moving river.
It can carry you away if you don't know how to swim in it.
True love can be a beautiful thing.
Lust can be an ugly thing.
Because it brings out the side of yourself you hide from yourself and the rest of the world.
And that side for the most part is dangerously unpredictable.
For all that matters to you after that is accomplishing your goal no matter what.
But love true, and pure can release you from all your pain, and suffering.
But remember this always if the feelings you feel toward each other isn't worth fighting for.
Then either it isn't true love or you just don't deserve to be loved if you don't at least fight for it.


Pitcher
By B.R. a.k.a. Joseph Ford Jr
Life is like a pitcher.
It is always throwing you unexpected curves.
Life is about learning something new with each day.
It is designed to keep you guessing.
That way you never get lazy.
Your always getting smarter weather you know it or not.
But always remember make sure you have fun each day or else your not really living.


Game
By B.R. a.k.a. Joseph Ford Jr
I wish that love was a game.
That everyone could play.
In which everyone could play.
And have a happy day.
But love is not a game in which everyone can play.
There are winners, and there are losers.
And everyone cannot have a happy day.
So be careful my friend for when you play the game of love.
You may not always be the one who has a happy day.