I live in the moment every single day of my life,
I tend to not care about the past, I just cherish the beautiful moments.
Whatever happens is because my actions made it happen.
Trust me I won't blame it on anyone else.
For the future I don't worry about it, I just do what I'm suppose to do.
I hate stressing or feeling pressured. Who the hell doesn't?
Freaks if they do.
I laugh 99.9% of the time and some people say it's not normal.
why not? When I feel that .1% of sadness I find a way to move on.
I make people angry when I laugh about things I'm suppose to cry about,
people just don't know I do that on my own time. Go live your life!
God knows Ive gone through so much SHIT in my life, but I love when people think
it's fine and perfect the way it is.
My mom says I'll never grow out of being a kid at heart, but I get in trouble for
acting like an adult and I have everything under control.
I argue if I believe in it. I can pretend to care but I rather tell people the truth.
I don't lie when I tell people I'm the nicest person you can meet.
I just love to have fun, I only take things seriously when I know I have to.
I procrastinate a lot! I hate exaggeration but I do it at times.
My life is lived the way I want it to be and I do get butt hurt when people butt in!
Let me laugh and worry about things in my own way.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
A Holiday Away from Home
It's hard enough to spend any day with out my family.
It's special days like a birthday or Thanksgiving,
That makes me realize how much I truly miss them.
My heart feels this empty space
And all I can think of is, I wish I was there.
I get to miss out on our family traditions,
Getting up early and helping my mom cook and clean.
I can't hear those special voices running around saying,
"Happy Thanksgiving! We're going to eat Turkey!"
Putting tables together and surrounding them with chairs.
Waiting so anxiously for everyone to show up.
Getting the first sample of the Rice crispy treats.
I wonder who is the lucky one is this year?
I can imagine hearing the knock on the door.
Imagining feeling the greetings and love.
I don't get to feel their warm hands,
As we give thanks and pray.
This year I don't get a memory just a phone call.
Which is good enough, because I give thanks
Since we still have each other no matter the distance.
It's special days like a birthday or Thanksgiving,
That makes me realize how much I truly miss them.
My heart feels this empty space
And all I can think of is, I wish I was there.
I get to miss out on our family traditions,
Getting up early and helping my mom cook and clean.
I can't hear those special voices running around saying,
"Happy Thanksgiving! We're going to eat Turkey!"
Putting tables together and surrounding them with chairs.
Waiting so anxiously for everyone to show up.
Getting the first sample of the Rice crispy treats.
I wonder who is the lucky one is this year?
I can imagine hearing the knock on the door.
Imagining feeling the greetings and love.
I don't get to feel their warm hands,
As we give thanks and pray.
This year I don't get a memory just a phone call.
Which is good enough, because I give thanks
Since we still have each other no matter the distance.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Who to choose?
How do you decide who to vote for? Morals.? i have one day to decide. less than 24 hours. do i vote for the one that is most like our current president? even though i want to impressed. im not putting him down or anything, he did what he could. i guess. or do i vote for the difference "change" is what he calls it. for abortion or against abortion. higher school payments, or less expensive. the one for the people or the one for own glory. the one who looks like he has had experience or the new bee (younger one). we need someone to count on, not a back stabber a man of word. since these past eight years have been nothing but lies and pain. one of them catches my eye the most, like people say it doesnt hurt to try something new..someone not white, yea most people are voting for the guy who is black for being black..but im trusting his word, and hoping not to get betrayed and dissapointed. please dont do such thing. Yet the other one catches my attention because it seems like he is steady and is just going to continue picking up the pieces of the other mistake or make more but nothing is going to change, everything will be like everyday the freakin same no peace no comfort no nothing but worries. so who?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
My Hero vs. Yours
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.
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.
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.
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