Tuesday, July 5, 2011
They way I want my life to be more like: (Party!)
Last Friday night!!
Friday, May 27, 2011
185
I am angry at no one. I refuse to care the poison of bitterness, malice or hate. I am glad for every person who was in my life, I learned from all of you.
#183
Every second spent with you, I am happier, and more free then before.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
......
Ish changes, you just have to learn how to ride with it.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Soul Eater
Is EPIC!!!!! the end
Tips for a relationship: #22
Fact:
All the crazies want to be my friend lol :D
Ways to pass time: #20
#182
I keep hearing my mom's voice, do something that scares you.....everyday
#181
Sometimes the past creepers up on me and taps me on the shoulder and I acknowledge it, say its nice to see you, then I tell it I have places to go. Because I have no time to dwell in what happened because there is to much for me to do in the whats happening.
how I got here
I am not sure how I got here, I am going to admit time flies. These people has trickled into my life and I have grown fond of them. Solomon, Jarrel, Sam, Kyle, Pochan and even my new built relationship with my oldest friend Raahachan. It is so nice, to be able to call Harvey and take a ride in Dante with no destination in mind and just talk about life. I couldn't be happier with my life, but the best part, the best part is you ♥. My baybee. I am glad that I am here and I get to continue to unfold as a person and build a life with you. :D ♥
:)
I am now applying to my dream school :D go me
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Its been a while
I have been busy and I haven't been on blogger or online for that matter in while. I have been focused on writing in my notebooks and my mom uses the computer a lot more so when I get my monitor or laptop I will be good :D. I am excited for everything that is coming up but first is the open mic so I can't wait to see the performances, I love it as much as performing. ♥ I am very happy today :D
:DDDDD
My boyfriend is amazing and I am overwhelmed with happiness for him...baybee I am proud of you.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I wish I could sleep
My eyes are wide open and I don't want to move from this chair. I haven't started my vibe stuff but at the moment I really don't want to. All this disturbance caused because in 25 mins I make fours months with you but I can't get over what I feel now.
176
Reading all these stupid, all star bs, tweets and status makes me want to scream and tear out my hair.
........................175
You don't even know me well enough to differentiated personalities.............it kind of makes me sad. & Then I look like a moody bitch. I kind of thought you did.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
173
I wish I could describe the butterflies in my stomach but I can always just mention them and you can getthe idea.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Not sure 172
I am not really sure why the thought of a charm bracelet triggered this mornings tangent but I though t it was nice to be able to share it with you.
Dreams of Us: #9
Surges, unrealistic needs to always be touching you. Hands squeeze your tighter and you squeeze back, and I keep staring straight ahead. I hear them tell us about the mission and the only words I make out is, "might not make it out alive of this one." Something about the way he said it made me worry, you shot him a cocky smile and say "You always say that." I wish I could have that same amount of confidence, something about this job makes me stomach flip. You grab the file and pull me out the office, "We will be fine." You smile at me reassuringly and give me a kiss. "We are the best, that's why they call us for the tough stuff." You look at me, willing your confidence to be mine. I smile at you and place my hand on your cheek, "I know." That was enough for you to look out the glass window and smiled. "When we get back we will take a trip to a nice place, maybe Aruba." We step onto the elevator and glance the building for what felt like the last time and every time before that. Break into the Buckingham palace and get the papers about our government, I shake my head. Europe doesn't like us, not after last time. We walk up to the private jet and are hands are intertwined. The surges fill me again, I want to wrap myself in your arms and never leave. "We have a job to do" you lean to my ear and say. I look into your eyes knowing that whatever happens, I will be with you at the end of the day.
My show (169)
It seems to be writing itself but of course it is as personal as I knew it would be. So each line I write is a conversation I have had with god before, and trust me it ain't pretty.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Realization {167}
Everyday we get closer and closer. I don't really think there is anything I haven't told you. {If I haven't its because I don't remember it and I need it to be triggered by something.} I do know this, there is no one I trust more then you.
Stating the obvious (165)
I love it that mah little sistah comes over everyday after school. I hope high school doesn't make her grow out of being close with me.
Superstar ☼
Another silly little fact (163)
I guess hip hop isn't that bad, or is it that when I listen to it I think of you. Either way I am still listening it.
Let the good times roll
[Intro]
I'm gonna make it bend and break
(It sent you to me without wait)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show...
(Let the good times roll)
(Let the good times roll)
Verse 2
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for
(Except for)
When you look into the past
(Look into the past)
One night stand...
(One night stand, oh)
I'm gonna make it bend and break
(It sent you to me without wait)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show...
(Let the good times roll)
(Let the good times roll)
I can't help but hear that repeat over and over in my head. Every time I talk to god, I feel like I am talking to someone who long ago turned a deaf ear. Let I am spitting out words to the ceiling and the mirror stares at me with pity. My doubts in voice of an old friend, my fear of a nothing after death fill my chest with panic. To become nothing, a like you never existed, the thought terrifies me. So does the thought of my friends and I being separated after life, that the part of me that holds on to god with all its got, is right. Which do I fear more is the question and hat has got me so mucked up that my faith is slipping through my finger tips like grains of sand I can't hold on to. My hands run through my hair, I can't stop this word play with my prayers. There has got to be someone who can help clear it all up but I am to tight lipped to ask.
Verse 2
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for
(Except for)
When you look into the past
(Look into the past)
One night stand...
(One night stand, oh)
Oh
Rain trickles on the roof and you can hear each drop. It is hot insides, the build up of way to many cold days and closed windows. Its stuff, hard to breath, panting like you have a stuffy nose and you ran to fast. The rain comes down harder, any plans to leave faded with the weather. You let you hands run over the carpet, feeling the bristles under your hand. You clench your fist shut and pull, handful of carpet pieces and a smile on your face. The rain is sooting and drowning out the sound of your thoughts, you close your eyes and imagine the feel of the cold drops against your flustered hot skin. The thought causes you to shiver, and bite your lip to fit the string of tears. Legs quaking and you find a piece of the carpet you haven't pulled at yet. Hands searching, mind blank and breathing heavy. Closer. Yes, it seem as if you are closer to the edge and when you go to peer over you fall. Wind blowing and adrenalin pumping, you close you eyes and just feel. Then oh, you are brought back to firm ground and you go back to listening to the rain fade. You stare at your ceiling waiting for another rainy day.
Labels: life
hidden meaning,
oh,
vague
THE CRACKS IN MY ARMOR
I got tired of suiting up so one day I walked out without my armor.I got tried of being safe, it felt to comfortable and some times I just want to squirm in my seat, that's why I always liked change. The sick feeling in my stomach reminding me that I am alive, I get thrills from being in a situation I can't get out of. (not a bad one) I got tried of lugging around that tons of bullshit that only slowed me down from where I wanted to be. So the cracks that lay on the armor doesn't matter because I discarded it on the floor.
161
So this is me totally brainstorming.......not really lol I guess i should have warned you my creativity is spazz-tasict lol no controlling it :P
Monday, February 7, 2011
Dreams of Us: #8
Hands hold tight to the Mic and your hand covers mine to calm me. You smile and I smile back but it looks more like a nervous grimace. You start speaking the opening of our duet poem, my response comes without much thought. Your eyes stay locked on mine. You tell me that its hard for you to see a life without me, I response with its impossible. You say you see no way around it and I cry and say I can feel it in every kiss. I forget the crowd is there and the words I wrote, now I am just reacting in the moment to what you said. Your eyes flash a briefly hurt look , you say every kiss is lace with love and I said every kiss holds a taste of sorrow. My attention is captured by a voice in the crowd, someone saying love conquers all. I look at you and repeat it. I love you, may not be poetic but its the truth. The crowd aws and claps but my eyes never leave yours.
159
Not the stalker filled kind?
Or the kind where I break up with my boyfriend, the day of, for being an complete ass?
Maybe I shouldn't hope for much but I can't help but be excited. Let's face it, he can't do worse then those days.
I wonder what I should get him lol
Setting The Record Straight
I don't hate you, not even close, I don't think I ever will. So so the world could hop off and get it, I don't have an ill wish towards you. I wish you the best, and if you ever need me I will always be here, you know how to reach me. So for the record, in my heart you will always be the big sister I never had.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
155
On the phone with Angel, I forget how nice it is to talk to someone who gets me, no explaining needed.
153
152
I keep thinking this over and all I see is my life without my family. Can I really be happy that way?
Some more words
I am not afraid to say that I am afraid, I can pretend but I rather keep it real. I can sugar coat it but it doesn't make a bitter pill any sweeter. I could smile when I am sad but I rather let my emotions show. I have learned that its okay for things to be they way they are, it doesn't have to suck.It could be amazing what you learn in your moment of weakness, sometimes it will be more then you learn in moments of strength. The things that would pass you by if you spent all your time just holding on to false feelings of strength. Its okay to feel, its okay to cry. Its okay to learn that the only one buying the show you are putting on is people who don't care enough to peak behind the curtain.
So you can look at me and label me weak, moody, bitchy, unsure, fake, or whatever you think fits but at least I can say that I am true to who I am. Can you say that much?
At the moment :
Headed to lay down in my room and watch more Degrassi with mah little kitty ♥ Be Blogging later
Tips for a relationship: # 20
If some one asks you to explain yourself, don't catch attitude just explain it.
Mah sistah
Yesterday I had mucho fun with my little sistah. Bubble Tea and dumplings makes for a great day :D
145
You wanted me to admit that it hurts, so I did but that doesn't mean it won't be worth it in the end.
Words I wouldn't speak
I touch the pages and let my finger run across the empty lines, my mind sees the words that should be there. The words that would be, but I never pick up the pen, never let these thoughts fill those pages. Why? Because reading them would make them more real then ever and I can barley stay sane with them just floating about, its hard to deny what is in black and white. I can hear you asking me whats wrong and see your questioning look, I can't tell you. I can let you know that before you my world wasn't falling apart at the rate it seems to be now. As it crumble all I see is you fading, because you and I know, you would rather let me go, then tell me what ............................................I need to know
Thursday, February 3, 2011
143
Now I am super stressed out because I know they won't leave it alone. I really don't see why it matters. I am just respecting a decision and tried of fighting for something that only seemed to matter to one of us.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
To my love
TEACH ME HOW TO USE tumblr , thank you :) (lol you probably expected something romantic.)
February
Monday, January 31, 2011
☻Random☺
Smileys are fun.
When I put ☺♥☻ Together is represents me and mah baybee. I wanted to randomly share that.
When I put ☺♥☻ Together is represents me and mah baybee. I wanted to randomly share that.
137##################
I am determined for us to spend one day without ness just talking and hanging!!!!!! (but we can make out of course)
uno3six
I kept rereading this one page in your rhyme book and it has inspired me to fill up six pages in my book. O_O I haven't written longhand in a while.
1...............3...................5
#134
Today, I was like, dear lord if I die today like it be right now in the moment of pure body joydom ♥
Twentyeleven so far
SO far this year has been great. I wish I could describe the quite contentedness I have felt these first 31 days. I have been blessed with a wonderful boyfriend. A great extended family, new people in my life to create lasting friendships with. A new chance with vibe, I even auditioned for something outside of vibe for once. I am loving 2011 and I know only more wonderful, great, empowering thing are yet to come. ♥
Dreams of us: #7
I am standing behind a tree, breathing hard, shirt soak through and sticking to my body. I hear and twig crack and I cover my mouth with my hand, to stifle a giggle. I lean quietly to peak and I see you facing the other way, I point my water gun at you and bam, soaked back you turn and return fire. I am giggling and shooting you back, our clothes soaked through, thank god it was a scorcher outside. I feel the Sun blazing on my skin making the once cold shirt warm. I run to you and tackle you to the ground, a rare moment when you are caught off guard and actually fall. Maybe you just do it to amuse me. We are laughing so hard we are in tears and we roll onto the grass, not caring if it stains our shirts. I propped up and give you a quick kiss. I ask who won, but neither of us kept score so we shrugged and let the sun dry us before going in the house for lunch.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Passion filled Kisses

Our lips meld against each other. The heat surging through my body is enough to flush my cheeks. Your hand is on the back of my head pushing me closer. My heart is pounding against my chest, you press my harder against the wall and I ignore whatever pain may come with that. I lean more into you, and some how we still haven't become one person. You pull away slightly and breath heavily and passionately. You look at me eyes filled with passion and I can see the desire brimming in them. For amount times stops and it is only us, you lean back in slowly, eyes never leaving mine. Then you lower them to my lips, lick your and bite my lip. Then we are at it again.
French
I am sure, someone has wonder about my obsession with french. Well its simple , I was first introduced to the language at eight. In a super fancy after school program, at first I hated the fact that I had to learn this language, that at the time that I thought I would never use. Then the teacher spoke, the rhythm of the word had my transfixed. She smiled and said soon would we all be fluent in the language. Her speaking it made her beautiful, I wanted nothing more then to speak the language that made this plain women seem beautiful to me. I became consumed by it, I was the top student. My parents were proud but upset because I had no urge for Spanish. I was to busy being in love with French. Then I was pulled from the program and I was forced to pressure Spanish. My heart was broken but I let it go. In high School, I met two French guys who spoke little English. The kind of cute one smiled and said I was beautiful in French and my heart flutter. He was suddenly sexy. I told him I would teach him English if he taught me French. I was immersed again, in the beauty of the words and how they sound. Then he went back to France, and I lost it again. But my love for it never died. That's why I love it because it was like poetry to my ears. When a man does it, it makes it a turn on ;]. Well, there you go.
Friday, January 28, 2011
#121
I don't know how I feel about me not meeting you 'rents. *shrugs* I really didn't want to admit that.
When our eyes meet. (120)
When our eyes meet in an intense gaze my body heats up. I can feel my blood boil and my body yearn for your touch. For your hands to travel my body with an intense eagerness, that makes me want press closer against you. Your lips pressed against my mouth, makes me sigh with pleasure and the way you body feels pinning mines against a wall causing my heart to pound until it feels like it will burst in my chest. The way my arms wrap around your neck without me thinking makes me smile. I never want to break this kiss, never want to end this embrace because each time we do, I anticipate the next one.
Dreams of us: #6
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