Where do you go when you need to talk to another brain.
If I come here and type, and express my thoughts, my pain.
Then everyone gets depressed and then they start to complain.
SO I must keep me in, hold those words deep inside, un-said.
Then as I do, and its o,k, I look around and feel like I'm dead.
These are my fingers on my hands, through these keys I do stand.
I am a real genuine man, not a toy, nor a boy. just a man.
Do I mess-up sometimes, do I tell-it-like-it-is, in rhymes.
THIS IS WHO I AM, this is what I've become, a guy on here named iam.
Sure some call me Terry, some just T, But through my words thats ME
I write about all that life really is, even if its words like pissss
YOU know me as a man thats REAL, through my words, thats my DEAL.
Where do you go when you need to talk to another brain.
When everything in life has you feeling that strain.
I come here and speak my peace, sometimes I use THIS as my RELEASE.
As all of you have a real ear to hear, I only have all of you here.
No best friend to have a beer, no lady near, to magically appear.
Just my cubical as my home, and my fingers to type and roam.
Every moment I have spent with you, everything said is very true.
You make me feel special when you make your replies.
Some in the past, have been so sweet, they watered my eyes.
I'm just a regular trucker, passing through your town.
No-body special, no-body really at all. Just an unordinary a$$hole.
Yes, I joke around, making some laughs, with flirts and passes
I play in the forums having some fun, I end up HERE, when I'm done.
Writing from my simple heart, hoping some of you take part.
This is really YOUR PLACE to feel free, its my place to be ME.
I know many feel-me a lonesome heart, but thats not really my part.
I'm really here to stand alone, to be that friend on your phone.
Because I care, because I can, see I'm really Mingle's help MAN.
They won't claim-me, if you ask, but its been my on special task.
So many on here have no-one to care, no-one to share.
So who out here really has that kind of time to spare.
I wish everyone could find a mate, but many here, will never date.
Just given-up and turned inside out, many hurt and want to shout.
So when I read them, I reply, because I have time to be that guy.
Many here have passed away, cancer, accidents, their time to go away
I'm far from a saint, and far from a toast, and this ain't my roast.
Just a part of me I give to you, hoping it helps me get through.
Turning to others and making them smile,
seems to make my own life a little more worthwhile..
So call me silly call me stupid, oh, and yes, I've also played cupid
Matched many with their first meet, all from here, in this seat.
If your STILL READING,,YOU HAVE TO-MUCH TIME, so I'll end my rhyme.
Peace,Love, and Be Real,,,,GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU,,,be READING you....

Amazing what coffee and thoughts do..

@sshole..why dont ya write a fuing book..Kidding

My FINGERS were really BORED..
and thats to funny to,,hell, when I first came on here I had the vocabulary of a eighth grader and my typing speed was----
,.,.for get this chit,,,,,lol,,,now its better anyway,,,lol
I use to telleveryone to never IM me because THEY'D LEAVE before I could type back to them,,, Life is funny,,,

Let me guess you also have a blackberry and now in the running for fastest texter in your state..good job..hope ya get free texting for a year

nope,,,,just like doing that first fifth of Jack by your self.
IT JUST FEELS GOOD!!!