R.I.P David Diaz aka D-Block [101308]

Life is precious. He was only 19 when he died. David may your soul rest in peace. Sad how one moment can change a million after. He will never be forgotten.

[101308] D-Block

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Love is not a battle to be won but a natural thing that must occur. A woman is not a trophy given after a game is won, but something precious that must cherish.

Dreamer

Shiny eyes looking at the moon and dreaming
Thinking of what coulda been
Instead of sittin on your ass dreaming make it a reality
Dont be afraid to dream
Never let your dreams be deffered

POrtrait of ....

A brother walk with his head high in the street
when he's home he sinks into a corner of misery
Women see him as a portrait of a happiness
He smiles as he walks past a woman sitting with her baby
Knowing he cries inside
Not wanting to show his weakness and vulnerability
He knows deep inside he longs to love somebody and to complete the portrait
A portrait of wholeness
In the street he shows his masculinity
As soon he enters the doors of his house emotions overcome him
His walls seem to enclose on him
What a portrait
He smiles in it but its so fake Inside he really want to break down and cry
Portrait of ...

Anchor

I'm not a ship but yet I seem to have an anchor pulling me down
Each day I seem to sink deeper in the pit of Idk what to call it
I look at the empty faces passing by with a frown
I'm not a puzzle piece but yet you want me to fit
Into your puzzle of the portrait of a family, happiness, what's good
Anchor on my leg pulling me into the deep sea
and I'm not even a ship

SAd memory

Today I saw a picture of my mothers' coffin. My dad was holding me and I had on a moss green dress. That picture brought back some sad memories. It reminded me of how little time I had with my mother. I wanted to cry but I just brush it off. I saw the look on my sisters' face and try to smile so she wouldnt break down and cry too. I saw the look on my fathers' face in the picture holding me. Danm how I miss them. Sometimes I wonder why me but I know I have to do the best I can to make them proud. I hold my head high. Just looking at that picture bring back the sad day of December 9, 1995. If only I could hear my mothers voice one more time. Her face seem to fade from my memory as days go by. Its been 13 years since she died. Man I miss her.