August 2011
1 post
May 2011
16 posts
i feel so sorry for girls that still dwell on...
like, they clearly moved on… so, you should too.
i think i'm falling into a depression
all i want to do is sit in my room, drink Nyquil and stare at the ceiling. i hope then i’ll find my answers to the questions i’m asking myself.
You can keep your last name, boy.
I’ve been doing fine without you.
not for anyone in mind, but...
I know I like someone when they make me feel insecure. When confident thoughts come out as jumbled words. I’ll become too tense to move because I’m too afraid to look the fool and stumble. When seeing your face brightens mine. My slouching becomes over-posed and elegant. When it’s too difficult to make eye contact, or when our eyes meet, I just can’t help but smile and...
so these jeans i bought a month back
fit me now. winning! i mean, my ass doesn’t really fit comfortably in them, but hey, my ass is a little too big for most jeans anyways. so, I’m still taking it as a win. at least they fit in the legs, where it counts.
people are dense (just thought i would go ham)
I don’t think people understand the weight of what they say, or how it can seemingly crush someones value in themselves in a single instant. Having the courage to build up every ounce of confidence they never thought they had, and to sit and watch every brick fall out of place for a mere sentence that came out so fluidly, and ignorantly. Being who i am, i know the difference between pure...
it's not my problem that your stuck in the past
move on or get gone.
my life has gone from complicated
to in the right direction. i’ve got some miles to go but, i’ll be where i want in no time.
make sure you bring my name up
when your asked to list the best things you’ve ever had.
well damn,
i think life just bit me…
i'm feeling like a mixed drink right now
mhmm.
you used to be the reason i hated myself
now your the reason you hate yourself. i couldn’t be any happier to dance in your puddle of tears.
ayyyeee
i’m makin’ moves with this diet. aha, it’s just hard when you’re motivation comes and goes. what do you do when it’s so hard to keep focused? especially with temptation everywhere. love yourself and eat what you will, or strive for thin and love yourself in the end? damn, isn’t that an ugly question.
my friend got me to think last night.
if i had a monogamous relationship with a man, and he had “other” needs. to say, if i ended up being with a man who enjoyed females and males, and he had the “need” to enjoy a male every once in a while… would i be disgusted and consider that infidelity or would i be alright with it? to be honest, if we had a serious relationship, and we knew each others boundaries,...
April 2011
27 posts
my thoughts on marriage
i don’t want to be bound to someone because of a contract, i want to be bound to someone because i love them. loving someone to me means if they weren’t there, you wouldn’t die… but you’d understand and respect why you love them and how you can see why god decided to put the two of you together. I feel like, a wedding or a piece of paper doesn’t make me any more...
i would find you way more attractive
if you weren’t fucking nutts
i don't bother to dwell on things that would have...
because quite frankly, people can’t even remember what they ate for breakfast this morning so why would they remember anything you do. so, fuck it.
i don't love you for you to love me back
it’s unconditional.
we get fucked over at an early age
to enjoy the rest of our time breathing.
ew
i hate when people try to be funny, and you’re not. in fact, you trying to be funny just pisses me off. so, just stop.
what i love about myself
since i’m on the road to love myself more, in no specific order…
my eyes
my beauty mark above my lip
my lips
my eyebrows (i’ve yet to have done them but they look decent)
my voice
how talented i am
my ass (DAYUMN)
my skin color, i just need to be a little less pale, just a little…
my back dimples
my one dimple on my face
my chubby fingers, eh, they’re cute
...
my clothes
are baggy. winning?
were gonna do big things
my ass is too big for my own good. that is all.
“I love you to much to hurt you. Damn, why can’t you just wait? I wish you...”
– Wiz Khalifa being soft as shit
i hate to bring up the cheesy shit but
i opened up the bible yesterday, said a prayer, and felt damn good. that’s about to happen more often.
i heard cocaine thins you out.
just a thought.
how awkward we can be
when we feel like we don’t have anybody.
i realized what my problem is.
when i look at myself all i see is my 14-16 year old self. awkward, no confidence, socially odd, the background kid… not even the pretty wall flower. i need to get that out of my head. i even regress to that age sometimes. i’m about to be 19, i want to feel like a beautiful, confident, woman. i’ve decided by the begining of the summer i need:
a haircut
a base tan
to lose some...
this year for christmas
i just want everyone to learn how to spell.
i hope every sappy love song
about how some guy let go of the best thing he could have every possibly imagined having be his, and how he let her get away
reminds you of me.
I have a lot on my chest
May be it’s the liquor talking, at least I can blame whatever comes out on the alcohol.
#1: i hate that you live so damn far away, or i swear, you would be my ride or die. you classy brown man.
#2: i feel like we get each other. your like a brother to me now. me and you can be alone and have our talks and enjoy each others company like its nothing… and i fucking love that.
#3: i...
im gonna be real with you. i don't hit you up...
i like to surround myself with beautiful people …and i can’t fade your face.
i pussyfoot around the truth
because i’m such a great story teller.
a mellow dramatic hipster?
i’ve never heard such a thing.
so boy, i heard you were trying to change my last...
good luck with that.
im living in a time
where no ones clearly gives a fuck about what you do with yourself. just don’t fuck with them. were all on that me, myself, and i status.
and boy,
i believe in us.
your poem / rough free verse
the line between laughing at your humor and climbing all over you to kiss your lips, is thin
i catch myself wondering if holding your hand could still be considered a sign of a good friend
to hide how i feel, is a game, a battle in my chest
a game i’m willing to lose to know i’ll be next to you when you lay your head in bed
no sexual gesture
i’m no aggresive creature
but...
drugsdrugsdrugs
boy, do i love them.
January 2011
2 posts
I love writing poems
We can never talk without a fight
It seems, for nothing, niether of us can be right
If it’s time to give up
Let me be the first to fall
Because I’m holding on too tight
And last time I saw your grip it was in the shape of a fist
my apologies for being MIA
i became busy
November 2010
4 posts
“Any and all bacteria dies within hours or days if it doesn’t have a host...”
– i think that applies for TEN THOUSAND things…
I Wish...
i was 5’6 (at least)
that i didn’t have a job where i was in complete solitude
that what i really mean to say didn’t come out the opposite way via texts
that i had wavy beachy hair, not nappy curly hair
my weight was (#) minus 34,954,985,247 lbs
that i had a better form of entertainment
my room was clean
that Hulu wasn’t being insubordinate
that there were...
“Imma let you think i’m stupid, and hopefully you dont fade my trust as me...”
“…and somewhere in England, Kiera Knightly just threw her tea cup across...”