Wednesday, August 26, 2009

el nino

my brain is flooded with thoughts....
life.love.dreams.hate.parents.lostlove.goals.aspirations.work.happines.loneliness.deceit.FAKENESS.trust.
.....i can only pray for the rescue team to notice me...

Monday, July 13, 2009

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Give me Liberty or give me Death.

Do not use your L I B E R T Y to indulge your passions.....


i often find myself comitting sin and taking advantage of my relationship with God to validate my actions and ask for forgivness.
I need to recognize my doings, correct them if they are wrong, and put them to a hault. i would not have to continuously repent if i followed the scripture.

i use to talk to God and say i dont want to ask You for forgivness when i know i am goin to go back and do the same thing again. I knew it was a big step in realizing what i was doing, but i needed to officially take matters and fix them. Im starting Today!

When you know God and Trust in Him, it is then that you can truely become Liberated.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

half empty or full.


your cup will always be half empty, because u lackthe ability to be a man of your word.

EFF YOU.

Your words arent worth a rusty hepititus needle.

But i wish you the best.

Friday, July 3, 2009

kiss me and ill kiss you back

great night lastnight.
idk what to say.
INCREDIBLE.
iLove it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

yum.

take one
take two.
and thats all it takes.
ugh. TRY ME!

a night on the town.

FairFax Poetry Lounge was a bust Lastnight.
First off 2 of my sisters and My Bestfriend Ebony were Late.
We had to wait for the second session.
Behold a Lit stage, with only bean bags to rest our {ocks.}
Laughing at performers. Because Sharifa thought it would be funny to say
"5 dara" in chinese dialect while holding up 4 fingers and meaning 5 dollars.
We left the Lounge around 1230.
Effin lost in Hollywood.
Ebony turns into a 711.
Sushi that taste like Oatmeal.
a HOBO groaning, and whaling outside her window.
We give him the Oats lmao
The negro threw it away
WTF Right.
We are still Lost.
We pull into a gas station to find that the creepy looking crypt keeper is lurking outside his counter
we scream.
Next Pull up next to a Glistening Black GMC,
a re-FINEd Caucasian male around age 32 says 101 south is about 3miles down.
Ugh Gorgeous.
We get to the freeway
out jumps GOSSIP GOSSIP GOSSIP
we cant stop.
I hate this biznatch, she is my bestfriend lmao
she makes me laugh more than neccessary.
I love the World.
come share a night on the town with me!