Sweet Teets's blog: "Sweet Teets Poetry"

Desires of the Heart by Travis Teeter I've been on my own for awhile now, And in my searching I've stumbled. "I've made it this far.." But I'm not sure how. Several times I've tripped and tumbled. But I always come to stand again, Despite not always landing on my feet. I'm a grown man, I know when I sin. Hell, I'm a part of the U.S. Naval Fleet. I won't be some child's plaything, And I won't let myself fall into temptation. I've already got an' idea of the game I bring. I'm self supporting, protecting the nation. I do things that you can't or won't do. And you can't keep me down, stupid. My Name's Travis J. Teeter. I represent the Red, White, and Blue. And I'm no victim of that taliban Cupid. So for those of you that think you know me, stand by. Because you can't stop me, despite your best try. I'm heading straight up into that clear blue sky. And I'm not stopping, just because you break down and cry. So to hell with you, that can't put up a good fight. Stop your whining, I'm here now. So grow up, kid. I make mistakes every day and night.. But atleast I'm not keeping my feelings hid. The desires of a heart harbor many different shades, And the temptations underlying them are hard to see. Dancing all around you, cutting you up like blades.. I'll keep moving on, if not for you..then for me.

The Difference Between Boys and Men By Travis J. Teeter Males have two types of being, Men whom take responsibility for their Choices, And boys who still sit down peeing. Both could have money, or seductive voices. Men know how to treat a lady right, even when mad, Boys know how to lie, and make you be bad. Men aren't afraid to admitt when they're wrong, Boys ignore their faults, singing that same song. "What does it matter, if you're my girl or not? You'll never have as good as me, you're not hot." Childish isn't it? When you put it like that, The boy forgot to notice, he's ugly, poor, and fat. But still these sweet and innocent girls get taken by boys. And as a consequence, the poor girls get used like toys. Played with, abused, then discarded to the winds.. Its a vicious cycle that never quite ends. And its only because the girl finds a boy, instead of a man.. When she finds the man, she'll know she's found her lifes biggest fan. Not perfect by any means, but decent in every way, He'll give her everything she needs, even if he doesn't know what to say. The bottom line between men and boys boils down to one thing: Whether or not they really do care about the girl. If they dont care, he'll do whatever he wants, breaking hearts mean nothing. If they care, he'll stay faithful and true. She'll always be his girl. Mistakes happen, and problems arise. Noone's perfect at all. But girls, listen..If you've got a choice between a man and a boy. For your own sake, pick the man for whom you should fall.. Unless you enjoy the abuse. Then you're nothing but a broken, discarded toy.

New poem :D Sometimes.. by Travis J. Teeter Time is something that constantly drifts away, It seems as if it'll never end, always one more day. But how could we know that for sure, if you had one day to live.. What would you do? What would you say? What would you give? ..For just one more day, to live and love, and hate.. To laugh, and cry, make love, and smile. Last chance for that big date. All these things we take for granted, and its so sad.. Because if you look at it, we really don't have it so bad. Sometimes I want to wake up, and take the world on empty handed. To destroy the villian, be the hero, be on that ship that just landed. Its all a boy's fanciful dream, but lives are born of dreams. Now our lives are dull. We live just to live, it seems. But I'm not going out like that, not for you or for the world. I've got my dreams, my hopes, my desires. Around them my fist is tightly curled. Pry them from my dying fingers if you think you really can. Despite my mild manner, my quiet disposition, I'm my life's biggest fan.

My Last Call by Travis Teeter When love goes away, and you're left feeling empty, Things are never the same as they used to be, Forever changed, you change, and you feel dead inside. Its cold, its dark, it won't get better..and you can't hide. Your favorite things become boring as you wear them out, Family is a distant sidenote, God leaves you with doubt. You can't cry, because you'd rather not try to explain, The emptiness gets filled, but all you're really left with is the pain. Substance abuse, a temporary release at best.. Leads to your own destruction, Putting your body to the test.. Will I die with just one more? Will I be lucky to end in a moving car? How many lives will I take with me? How did I stray so far? Perfect submission to my own demise..Its what I want, Slow, Subtle, and Inevitable. No cries for help, No taunt.. Just to fall into that deep black, letting go of it all.. As if there were something to hold onto? This'll be my last call..

Live or Die? by Travis Teeter Sometimes we're torn, broken for the people we care for, It's not easy to do the right thing. And time is an' issue. You want to take away all their problems, even if they get more.. And you want to dry away all their tears, even if its only a tissue. It hurts to see them cry. You're empathetic to their pain, You're powerless. You can't take care of them all, You're not the best. You're no Superman. And if you are, you've got a Kryptonite chain. Break the chain. Do all you can. Help em' through that trial, and test. "Don't worry..it'll be fine." is how you try help them out, It doesn't matter. You can't be the answer to the problems they endure. You cry with them, you listen as they yell, scream, and shout. You forgive them for it. Most of all, you wish you could find a cure. Make them smile, Solve all their problems. Always know what to say. You don't. You're useless. Just drowning yourself until your voice slurs.. "I could've saved you..All because of me.." They'll never see another day. And now your walking the path they followed. The choice is yours.

Eyes Behind the Mirror by Travis Justin Teeter So I'm not the nicest guy in the world, I don't know what to say, I can't be the smartest or the funniest, I'm not the best in every way, But I'm always honest, if I can be, I'm a pretty straightforward guy, Not the most moral anymore, but then I never was. But I still try. I still want to be the son that the mother can smile and be thankful for, And I want to be the man that a father can look at and love at the core. I stare at the mirror sometimes, and wonder..am I the best I could be? Hell, sometimes I wonder what I am. I'm not even sure of what I see. Do others see me as a goody-two shoes? An' angelic little boy? Or do they see me as a devil, some random woman's sex toy? Do they even see me, or even care at all? Am I just nothing to behold? Why do I care what they think? Why should I care..thats what I've been told. I know why I care, because I want to be liked. "Just be yourself..kid." I usually am..but I can't exactly show every side, some have to stay hid. I'm loving, but I can't be soft. I care, but I don't want to be thought a freak. I'm always looking for that special someone. Maybe you'll be the one I seek..

Chocolate, Spit, and Love by Travis J. Teeter Crushed hearts shedding tears of blood today, All because of the remembrance of lost loves. Break through the pain and drama, find the words to say. Give a smile, a hug, a kiss. Or cuddle together like Turtle doves. It really doesn't matter. Eat some candy if your not into kissin'. Remember to smile, because doubtless, someone loves you. And if ya don't swap spit, ya really don't know what yer missin'. Write a little note to that special someone. Do what you do. Ha. Can't go wrong right? Worst they can say is no. ..Actually, they could laugh and ask "Are you kidding?" But hey, who cares right? Take your chocolates and go. Gotta love the chocolate. In some ways, its better than a girl. It doesn't complain when you nibble on it, err..I mean.. Its always there when you want it, pop it in your mouth, It'll melt just for you. And it doesn't care if your lean. Screw the kissing. Get some chocolate. I'm from the south.

Life's Strange Games by Travis J. Teeter Things aren't always what they seem are they? Never know whats next, Maybe you'll fall in love? Maybe you'll be broken up inside all over again. Left a shallow husk of your former self. Just grin through it. Read the text. You've never been promised a happy ending. A story. Thats where it'll begin. Tales told of love and happiness, we want to believe those the most, right? And why not? Its better to have hope, than face the harsh reality we live endure. Snow White has her Prince Charming. A Frog Prince his Queen. Step into the light. You'll always find a fake Prince. Kisses don't make Men of Frogs. Just Warts for sure. Humorous Analogy isn't it? How many times have you let yourself be strung along? Hoping for the better, when the worst was right infront of you all that time.. Fairy Tales are our Nightmares realized, told in a prettier way. Its all so wrong. A good heart, bad looks. Good looks, bad intentions. They'll take your last dime. So should you settle? Give up the dream you've always been told? Let the dream go. Hopeless romantics don't have any real place to call their own here. Its just hard. At the end of the day, a warm body's better than a warm blanket. This I do know. Make the best of the lies. Keep looking in vain. Let your heart be scarred. Live and learn through life's strange games. You'll never hit the jackpot unless you lose a few fortunes first.

Darker Sides of Me by Travis Teeter I can't be the person you want me to be. You deserve better than I can give, I hurt people. I shove them away, I'm cold. I'm cruel. And I don't care. People come near me at their own risk. Most of them don't want to live. For those of you better than me, don't get close, don't you dare. I'll drag you down into the pit I've dug for myself, which I claim.. My domain, my rules, my life. I'll bring you pain, and make you cry. "I don't care. You're pathetic, and not worth all the shame. You're not the one I wanted. I used you, and I don't care if you die." And people think I'm such a nice guy. Ha. Try looking through my eyes.. I tell the truth. I break hearts, ruin lives, and I'm selfish. Stay away. I can't change for you. There's always one more part of me that dies. Dies to you. I've lost interest, so go join the rest. "I've got nothing more to say." Does it hurt? Good. Get used to it. The truth always hurts, and lifes hard.. You let yourself believe what you thought was me.."You're such a child." I'm twisted. Only a few can truly understand me. You thought you had my card? "You're an' idiot." You're not the first. That chapters been written and filed.

Love Returns by Travis Teeter Some people come into our lives, and touch us in a special way.. Not Michael Jackson special, but somewhere deep in our hearts.. The kind of feeling that sweeps over, your not sure if its night or day.. And most of all, you just hope that the feeling never parts.. Those people come and go. Its the harsh reality of life. They're there, they make you laugh and smile..then they leave.. You cry. "That woman was going to be mine, my wife." And you hurt. And feel sick, twisted stomach, ready to heave. Life stops. Nothing matters. Were you good enough for them? Was it something you did? Or did they have other reasons? It doesn't matter. There's always brighter stars to replace the dim. And your life changes, just like the tree's do through the seasons. You'll find someone else to make you laugh and smile, Someone to talk to late into the night, and hold you near. Then you'll feel better again. You'll be fine, for awhile. Just remember to love them back, and don't give in to fear.