Not only cartoons can be super heros.
it should be against the law.
tights and capes?
Over rated.
My hero wears jeans and a cap.
so what if urs can lift a building.
mine can build a yacht from scratch.
big deal if urs can fly
the one i know swatters things like flies with one swing of a hat.
yours gets the girl?
ha ha, his beats out lana lang.
ur heros hair makes me laugh,
mine only has hair on the side.
He knows more than yours.
Omg Yours is built with a six pac?
My Deny's those, and it works for me.
What does yours give you?
A safe world from monsters?
Well mine gives me, Safety, Guidance, Love, Protection, Wisdom, Care, and a roof and food.
sorry but yours is nothing compared to mine.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Dear Sir.
Picturing you hold me,
throwing tender looks at me,
Back and forth
Back and forth
I will always be your 1st experience.
i can teach you right from wrong.
Your do's and donts
day in and day out
always by my side.
and yet you still stand tall
u havent always just filled my tummy.
but u fill my heart & soul from top to bottom.
its amazing what a wonder you are.
what a role model
still ur 1st experience
never will you forget.
your still learning
your still teaching.
but i already let go of ur wing.
and i fly solo.
you hold yourself together
with the pieces of memories
of you holding my hand
up to the one where i rode off.
the love of u never fades away
it just gets stronger
you cant ever forget
your 1st experience.
throwing tender looks at me,
Back and forth
Back and forth
I will always be your 1st experience.
i can teach you right from wrong.
Your do's and donts
day in and day out
always by my side.
and yet you still stand tall
u havent always just filled my tummy.
but u fill my heart & soul from top to bottom.
its amazing what a wonder you are.
what a role model
still ur 1st experience
never will you forget.
your still learning
your still teaching.
but i already let go of ur wing.
and i fly solo.
you hold yourself together
with the pieces of memories
of you holding my hand
up to the one where i rode off.
the love of u never fades away
it just gets stronger
you cant ever forget
your 1st experience.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Raw Writting.
10/17/08
When I re-read the journals I wrote, they were not that good. I felt like I needed to add more detail to everything, well no to everything just explain more in certain sentences. I kind of made them more creative and used exaplmes more. It was like clearing the air and making sure it was at least interesting for the reader to read. It just seemed that my writing was boring or it jumped from one thing to another with out really explaining what was going on or why it happened. All I did was add more and take out the unecessary words or sentences that was just taking up space.
When I re-read the journals I wrote, they were not that good. I felt like I needed to add more detail to everything, well no to everything just explain more in certain sentences. I kind of made them more creative and used exaplmes more. It was like clearing the air and making sure it was at least interesting for the reader to read. It just seemed that my writing was boring or it jumped from one thing to another with out really explaining what was going on or why it happened. All I did was add more and take out the unecessary words or sentences that was just taking up space.
The Desk in My Room
09/03/2008
The Desk in my Room.
The desk in my room seem’s to be the “Kick it” spot as my brother always says. It’s the place where everyone leaves their trash and their plates. Were everyone sits in front of. Whether its just one person or all seven of us looking at what someone else thought was funny. Everyday it felt like it was a reunion, even though half the time we fought for who was next on the computer. My desk is the treasure of my room not just because it holds the internet, but because it holds pictures of us and gifts my siblings have gave me. It’s were my laughter just keeps going and it doesn’t seem to have an end, and now that I think of it I truly miss my family and my desk.
The Desk in my Room.
The desk in my room seem’s to be the “Kick it” spot as my brother always says. It’s the place where everyone leaves their trash and their plates. Were everyone sits in front of. Whether its just one person or all seven of us looking at what someone else thought was funny. Everyday it felt like it was a reunion, even though half the time we fought for who was next on the computer. My desk is the treasure of my room not just because it holds the internet, but because it holds pictures of us and gifts my siblings have gave me. It’s were my laughter just keeps going and it doesn’t seem to have an end, and now that I think of it I truly miss my family and my desk.
Freeze you to Death
09/29/2008
The imaggination of having to be surrounded by snow freeze’s my toes. The advice of everyone telling me to buy warmer clothes freezes my fingers . I have no clue what to expect. As cold as the freezer’s in Super Target? Hopefully impossible. The laughter of the people who find out I come from where the sun shines hottness, freezzes my body to stone. I picture my self as a popsticle a lonely ice cream cube in its tray. While I picture my other companions under the the sun while enjoying a fresh scented day, dripping sweat. While I drip nothing but the thought of frozen. I chiver now, and they still roam around in shorts and shirts. I know I’m praying not to be frozen to death.
The imaggination of having to be surrounded by snow freeze’s my toes. The advice of everyone telling me to buy warmer clothes freezes my fingers . I have no clue what to expect. As cold as the freezer’s in Super Target? Hopefully impossible. The laughter of the people who find out I come from where the sun shines hottness, freezzes my body to stone. I picture my self as a popsticle a lonely ice cream cube in its tray. While I picture my other companions under the the sun while enjoying a fresh scented day, dripping sweat. While I drip nothing but the thought of frozen. I chiver now, and they still roam around in shorts and shirts. I know I’m praying not to be frozen to death.
Night that Started off Bad
09/10/2008
I walked to a graduation party with a bunch of friends, as I walked through the door I automatically felt awkward, like if we were bad ass Mexicans ready to take over these white peoples house. Well at least that’s how it felt they were staring at us. It was as if a pack of wolves walked into a designated place for a herd of cows, they couldn’t do anything but stare. When we finally got to the back yard, the guy celebrating his graduation offered us a drink and he gave us these cheap ass wine coolers. Five seconds after that I felt this huge tension from a group of stuck up white girls staring at us like if we committed some kind of crime. I was so mad that I didn’t even drink the cooler they gave me, some guy came up to me and my friends and was like, “Hey are you guys going to pitch in for something? The girls are upset you drank their coolers.” I told him mine was clean and he could take it back and he didn’t. Those stupid bitches kept talking about us like if we’re not there. One of our friends came to the back yard and said, “HEY LET’S GO NOW!!!” So we left and as we are walking out and those girls are apologizing and telling us not to leave, I slammed my full drink in front of them and said, “Here bitch! Take your drink it’s shitty anyways.” So the people who I showed up with we’re arguing so we just left and threw our own party. Everything was fun and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Until me and my best friend walked into the kitchen and heard two of the brothers arguing about one of them being gay. That caused a huge confrontation, everyone I saw was either drunk, crying, yelling or being nosey. So me and my best friend were trying to sober up, QUICK!
I saw one of my friends drive off drunk! I wanted to get out of there so bad and fast, so I just ate and took a nap and my best friend did the something and no luck for me. My friend said she was pretty sober so I believed her, we ended up leaving. As we are driving home I noticed that she was driving 40 on a 60 but I didn’t say anything I just kept talking to her. As soon as we got home she asked me, “Can I ask you something without you getting mad?” so I agreed. “I’m still really drunk!” I kind of freaked out but our lives were in danger no matter what. Since they were going out of control and being crazy men! I’m just happy me or her didn’t get shot or witness when the cops showed up.
I walked to a graduation party with a bunch of friends, as I walked through the door I automatically felt awkward, like if we were bad ass Mexicans ready to take over these white peoples house. Well at least that’s how it felt they were staring at us. It was as if a pack of wolves walked into a designated place for a herd of cows, they couldn’t do anything but stare. When we finally got to the back yard, the guy celebrating his graduation offered us a drink and he gave us these cheap ass wine coolers. Five seconds after that I felt this huge tension from a group of stuck up white girls staring at us like if we committed some kind of crime. I was so mad that I didn’t even drink the cooler they gave me, some guy came up to me and my friends and was like, “Hey are you guys going to pitch in for something? The girls are upset you drank their coolers.” I told him mine was clean and he could take it back and he didn’t. Those stupid bitches kept talking about us like if we’re not there. One of our friends came to the back yard and said, “HEY LET’S GO NOW!!!” So we left and as we are walking out and those girls are apologizing and telling us not to leave, I slammed my full drink in front of them and said, “Here bitch! Take your drink it’s shitty anyways.” So the people who I showed up with we’re arguing so we just left and threw our own party. Everything was fun and everyone was laughing and having a good time. Until me and my best friend walked into the kitchen and heard two of the brothers arguing about one of them being gay. That caused a huge confrontation, everyone I saw was either drunk, crying, yelling or being nosey. So me and my best friend were trying to sober up, QUICK!
I saw one of my friends drive off drunk! I wanted to get out of there so bad and fast, so I just ate and took a nap and my best friend did the something and no luck for me. My friend said she was pretty sober so I believed her, we ended up leaving. As we are driving home I noticed that she was driving 40 on a 60 but I didn’t say anything I just kept talking to her. As soon as we got home she asked me, “Can I ask you something without you getting mad?” so I agreed. “I’m still really drunk!” I kind of freaked out but our lives were in danger no matter what. Since they were going out of control and being crazy men! I’m just happy me or her didn’t get shot or witness when the cops showed up.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Puzzles
Are just as confusing as life,
why are we faced with so many challenges. People always say that God does not face you with anything you cant handle. Do they really expect that much from us. I dont work miracles. not once have i gave up on purpose or left things with out trying to figure it out. Ive spent hours on 1,000 piece puzzles, thats time i will never get back, but at that time, they seem so much easier than sitting down trying to figure out life! its not in the card for me to just drop things. its like trying to match the colors of the pieces as you go by, but they are just not working out for you.
After your done completing your puzzle, what do you get? a pat on the back? a job well done? or the satisfaction of knowing you completed something you strated? Freak, everything can just be way to confusing.
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