Aspirin to aspire the soiled soul

Wind washed the grime of guilt to a gift of clarity. Mistaken by the meaning of closure, I often fold myself in bizarre and frightful situations. Prepared by grasping etiquette and a keen sense, I find myself brave and confident like a warrior. Doubt battles my hope bearing soul… Trust is the savior… Deceit shot and distraught. Refusing to believe I could fall to be naive. To crave the feeling of closure means to crave the acceptance of failing. I refuse to accept failure as an option. I will crave the enlightenment of success until my soul is lifted. Concealing fear from all the years, I can feel myself heal with every drop of thy tears.

Aspirin is a pain killer. Many people rely on pain medication to release pressure. When I was much younger, maybe 10 years ago: I would take a large dose of Ibuprophen in order to relieve my head aches. I should have taken 2… I went for 9 instead… sometimes only 8. Rebellion begins, I began to find hope only within my own cure. My way was the play of all plays.

NERVES

In form of a thorny green vine, panic streams sense to mind
Codon beams relieve this spine
Mother Envy is a bitch, wearing gloves I beat her twitch
Pain seeped away with this substance and now I know not to feel
I seem to lean on many demons twisting down my spine
Hope to heal this heart of mine before I twine into a bind
No matter what the cost I'll sway so far from getting lost
God, please give me peace of mind…
God, please speed this ill born twine
Panic strikes and streams
Glowing sense beam this thorn filled vine crawling my spine…
Twining and shining is quite like dining with the devil…
Feeling too brave to be afraid, I choose to take this level
Reeling in love, hope, and truth with clues
Spotlight reveals who's who
Shed a skin of blue today
Who am I? Human clay

painful love

Giving mean sneers to her questions of his years, she'd accept anything as an answer. He abused her open heart, mistaking her for tart. The man spelled her to a trance of tweaking weakening her stance. Sweet like strawberry shortcake she believed in trust and hope.
Feaning for dope at any means, he proved to be on his own team.
It began in a connection of freedom, shwag weed in a socket
Then the first night she snuck him into schedule- she was off in a rocket
Dug a hole in her heart then her pocket, but in return gave a worn, torn locket.
Although she felt the pain of betrayal, she continued rewarding his game of portrayal.
He spoke of unconditional love and left her feeling a push to shove.
He helped in a way that no one had before.
Grotesque and weak he slipped and leaked.
Shrewd girl may catch the exploiter, she may stop the killer before he strikes.
She admired his intention to care for her, he made her eat and endure.
She had no fear, he had no care, the two together were the perfect pair.
He tore her from the train and let her run untamed.
Insane and unfair tame, he shifted blame to her name.
Absent morality, so ashamed.
She spilled her thoughts, she spilled her dreams and all the weak points in between.
She built trust with a unconscious soul, a heartbreak felt so worth the toll.
Whacking at his weeds and utilizing all she reads.
The lone wolf conquered when he seeds, plants disease for his own needs.
He needs a zombie or a weak mind…
He feeds on the flesh of human kind.
Mysterious in a hiding way, she dug and tug at him to sway.
He never listened, never glistened, just closed his eyes in an act to listen.
Tells her she is the one he misses, but shredded wishes have him swimming with the fishes. Peace and love, Kisses.

Every movement that surrounds me peeves my mind
Every time I hear a pinch my nerves ache my mind to flinch...
I dust you off but still remember... every way I killed myself with you last December.
The lightest breath of what's unholy reminds me of the matromony.. Reminds me of the days I was skinnier... I always wish I was skinnier.

MUAH

I need one

•Abraham Bolsky Memorial Scholarship
•Ahmanson Foundation Graduate Scholarship
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•Alexis Riekeman Memorial Scholarship
•Ben Maltz Memorial Scholarship
•Betty and Monte Factor Graduate Scholarship
•Brian Zientek Memorial Scholarship
•Bruce and Nancy Newberg Fashion Scholarship
•David Narva Memorial Scholarship
•Dr. Jack Handford Memorial Scholarship
•Edie & Lew Wasserman Scholarship
•Elaine and Bram Goldsmith Scholarship
•Frederick Monhoff Memorial Prize
•Gail and Stuart Buchalter Award
•GROUP Scholarship
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•Hannah S. Winderman Memorial Scholarship
•Hing Alan Cheung Memorial Scholarship
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•John Ridgway/Mike O’Gara Endowed Scholarship
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Faith struck

Wishing from a cell within a well
I map dwell with a plea
Trader village bargain the fee

The swap is worth indefinite glee
All yi set free
All yi with me


Oblivion soaked and struck by despite

I will infinitely fight the blast of moving too fast
Cheers and mazel tov to my stash of hope in mind

Pity for all my haters in line

Loyally yours, admirably theirs,
Faith runs with the clock of time

Don't check the line
We'll be fine, we'll be fine

Wishing from a cell within a well I built with neglect
Much like I'm livin for Jesus Christ but givin' no respect.

Cupid the beast

sake sanity for the benefit of doubt...
hindered by manipulative chaos
madman can't fool mystery innocence

burnt devilish tempt when taught resent…
enticing ash left direction to map gestures bent...
digging for candor with a keen wit
shrewd captures the exploiter






Eros in unique disguise, defining charm to be a lie
Buried pain, hides guilt and fear
Shamed to claim, her ears need care
Begging peasants light shine through eyes
But he, the killer, is still disguised

Powerful soul choking but concealed
She, the beauty, seeps hope to heal
A monster he sees of himself
She dreams to release him from the Devil's dwell
Open your eyes man dancing in flames

Yearning to turn his crooked sight straight
Mystery driven, innocence ridden
Learn to burn doubt and temptation
She dreams of a day we'll live in relation
Bright bursts of sensational endure
Mirrors reflecting bouquets of aura
Help the human full of lure

Ice cream frozen

.What if we "all float on," what if we loose our float and drop to the cement? Do we eat the pavement and make friends with rollie pollies?
Do we loose touch with everyone floating?
Do they look down on us playing side walk chalk in stand still?
Do we become entertainment for the floaters?

Floaters are still just floaters, their destination is unknown. Their thoughts are temporary.

We observe the floaters. Analyze and criticize their floating technique.
Then compose solutions to formulate the perfect float.
Ah the perfect float awaits...
We build a ship... a ship of many soldiers to contribute to the float that can never drop. Paddles of intelligence will row the boat, captain of rhythm steers the ship to neverland...
A place of eternal youth. Eternally young at heart.
The body will age, but the floater's soul that dropped to consider a destination will remain ageless once they board their dream ship.

There are 7

There are 7 demons chasing my energy. They are smart and conniving, witty and perpetual. I am growing into a beautiful young woman but they are not satisfied. They want me for their own, they want to see me drown in empathy. The demons haunt me through memory and shortness of breath. Stay away from me you empty soul, stay away. I do not have enough energy for the both of us, you must find your own. It's harder than you'll ever think, you'll be sad and alone. But the reflection of truth can restore the brain from the root... Thanks to love, and all things that must come, you will get out of this alive and vibrant. But if you choose to continue chasing a wasted cause, you will lose. I promise you, I will not help you this time.

Growing up

I used to hunt down danger like a fierce invincible bitch... Now I get scared of moving shubbery. I used to confront evil just to make it smile, now I shelter myself from anything bad. Learn girl, learn.

Sometimes

I feel like I'm his angel... sent to deliver a message of love. I hope for him more than I've ever hoped for another being's well being. I met him several times before I decided I could love him. I yearned for his companionship for a good 8 months, he hurt me. He took everything I had to myself without remorse. He never cared the way I cared, but he would argue otherwise. He is under the demand of a demonic nature, he is the commander of evil. I am the aristocrat of direction. I still hope I played a positive impact on his life. But I have no idea, I have cut off all connections... I have not heard from him in months... But he left his signature 'Santa Fe' ciggarette as a trail on my doorstep. Lingering...

Dear God,

Please help Tate to heal his soul. Enable him the power to see honest goodness, and the strength to overcome evil. Please allow him happiness from life. Please allow me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change as I will leave it to you.

Love and all things for me

Sometimes I get overwhelmed with focus, it is straining. It typically happends while exploring pages of Wikipedia. I am enthralled with excitement to find pure truth... and I can only find it in one place. The world wide encylopedia, always a friend.

I'm not the type

I'm not the type to be tamed or held down by intangibles that may hold me back from living life as I please... I claim Independence solely, not along your side. Therefore I must see myself through, I'm sorry, I'm not your type. No I'm definitely not your girl.

If you anticipate many interchanging phenomenons in your life, you anticipate a great future. You anticipate complexional challenge and vigorous talent. You are hungry for stardom, you want to shine.



But one must keep in mind...Whether instinct, whim, or bravery shine as your armor... you are doomed to ultimately decide for yourself. Be responsible for your actions. Grow up... there will always be someone in the end.



Someone will always need and want your entire existence. There will always be someone to love you. So love yourself first. Find who you are and conquer your fear, then throw life in a different gear... conquer again on new land... then again, and again... til you feel impeccably fulfilled.



Why must we claim to tame another being? Let that being free, they are happy then it seems. Solemnly, we do not always make the right choices... but it is our only chance to learn without the shame of blame. No one can take admiration into an account with destination in order to see where they may arrive in salutation. No one can see goodbye. So why say hello when your unprepared in anticipation of your own future? Maybe only when both parties anticipate a common goal.

Love on my knees

The truth is, I cannot keep focus enough to read. Therefore, I do not expect anyone to read this. If there is someone reading this, you probably don't understand w.t.F I am talking about... but that is the beauty of ventilation; No one can see it but it makes a sound. So where is truth in pain today? Far, far away.

Love inspired me for the first time in years. I was so rushed with happiness I couldn't help but smile. It was greatness.

Thank you, Jesus, for saving me from hell on earth... But I still have Jewish faith.
I feel amazing in appreciation of love, truth, and hope.
There is a fine line that should be discovered and implemented across the nation. Fashion creates image, image creates a person. For our reflection is mere expression. There is a great divine sense running down my spine, and I can stand tall today. Baruch ashem.
Feed the image of love, feed it clothing sent from above. I've always adored peach, and pale tints... greys, black, and the royal color of red.
Rather than defining the contemporary woman or the edge... define a relationship. Thank you love for inspiration.
Comfort graces my presence and I know now why I love fashion.

He's the good guy

He lives with a steady beat and never gives up energy... I don't know what to do... He makes me feel safe and comfortable... but isn't that what friends do? Why does it exist as more than that?

The drips drop then the water begans to rush... tonight I feel like a lush.

I argue with myself just to deal with the dwell of earning a yearning for love. There is no such thing, love is instantaneously. Worthy? I doubt... but innocently pout, so what's not to see more than precious skin and precious knees? I'm no better than you, you are no better than me... I don't care how much money you have or how many times you'll be sweet like honey... I care about the absence of breath I have when your around and the butterflies that tingle my stomach all around. I feel as though I am a child, awfully wild, blushing like a bride with lots of pride for whom she loves. But the direction of where to store my glowing ruby rare is racing for a prize, whom can do the dare? I dare you to tell me you love me. I dare you to break apart... fall, theartically, just in case you need to catch me... I've twisted the atlantic in this affair of betrayal... but I must confess, I love the art from the mess.

If I owned a boutique...

The shoes would be imported from:

Jeffrey Campbell
Kelsi Dagger
Seychelles
Geren Ford
Luciano Padovan

Drops of Jupiter sang a Gemini baby. Locks hang the soul of a Milky Way goddess.

While you were looking for yourself out there



Ying the stars for yang
Sling for Oxford slang
You will die with a bang
Sing you cold hard survivor
Flying karma pink shaded kape
Rival me a riddle for the poor piddle
Puddle of grace and every mistake
Self destructor out of amo
Army of prejudice delgado
Presumptious inflation ripped sense to temptation
Golden halo of fury rests in a smile of blurry vision
Fluid swelled cells, this body my vile
Pillow talk but I smoked the fault solely
Protecting no one in a hurry...Learn to drop the worry
The science lab is special to me
Concoxtion of pina colada infusium, we knew them
She knew them, he knew them
No one shocks at talk of the flock
If I'm too much to handle, ask me to move
The West Coast is ready for my overwhelming prescence
Shores beat the main land feasants
The fiction of my past is the diction to my present

My love

Following the path of a grown empty soul

I hope and pray for a flagpole

Independance please ring the toll of destruction

People are waiting just to hear the eruption

Debating on whether my presence changes a thing

Because I mold my enviornment, I build society

I fill the empty holes with hope to subdue

Whether you stick to the glue is up to you to do

Love can't change a thing, but it can boast lingering

Stay a little longer, and I'll keep you happy

I'm sweet like pie, and awfully laughy

We can dance on water just to make a splash

We could fall in the tub, try to make it last

But the heat will rise, and the water will dull

Will you stay in our love tub til we grow old?

Will your love for me dull with the cold?

I won't lock you down with me, I know of my insanities

You know the things that make you smile

I'll let you go, just for a while

Return to me when you feel the mile, but if your free- be free you child

Appreciation is golden

When the man with nothing hit jackpot, he ran to a ditch just to get lost

Life is plenty, there is no money worth life's cost

Life is learning by earning, not granting what's been bought

The one taught appreciation is panting for me

He builds creation in the beauty with whom deserves

Golden halos rang the cloud's curves

The value of a lesson is what's been taught

Now I endure glisten just to get hot

Like a new born, placenta covered limbs and eyes so squinty

Red rains resist the beat of blue blood heat
Rinsing skin, truth seeps from human meat

Starting a beat, shielding her skin, squeezing her feet
heard the words ''still waters run deep''

Shy eyed and dazed at a yellowish tint
Raspy voice and her breath smells like mint

Dust on her shoulder, dust in her hair
let's start it all over, let's get so prepared

Ash tray lays near her lap, it's for the photo
smoke trail drawn her map, ay le desoto

Taste sweet but her head is sour
She may like you now and not so in an hour

candy land puffs fill the company's hand
will hope to God the days she can
never will love another man

trust has died, brain floured and fried
Dust on her shoulder, dust in her hair
let's start it all over, let's get so prepared

Plain vanilla not suffice

Igniting flames of flare





The wafering rocks shed from her thoughts as they did from the mountain and even the water here tastes bitter... but the Pink Lipgloss Gang is in a frenzy combat with society, and it's anti chic sloppiness. Are you ready for blastoff? I'm so clever, I couldn't be better. I stare to the sky, the only thing left open wide. Wouldn't it be nice if we were kings and queens, served to by royally rich things... demands would be in our hands, the land would be for our plan and we could choose to loose the laws with blues... we could get twisted on the atlantic and accumulate the froth of socialite blabber at it's finest. Some call it classic, but that's just the half of it. Steer clear of the muck, good luck. I'll buck, you fuck, let's shuck. The deer said here lay there for care, my dear-stay here, in pair for leer. I'm just as guilty as your mother and her whorish spread legs. Gimmie a charmer, trailer trash is simply unacceptable. It ain't trickin' if you got it. Pass me the poison... Sit your hips and bat your eyes, this window seal is guarding artists and dreamers. Rise in elevation to every destination, bring me the medication. Seein' more third rate action than ever before. Drench my hair through the stream, un dia caliente is in beam. California dreamin' - I just never will reveal it all and my honey knows for sure I'll never call. He says my ripped tights plague his thoughts... bare boned and lit, I run this shit. And if you choose to curse, burst, or act a fool - it's up to you, you have no rules. I'm a gonzo baby and my boobs are too big, I don't understand why you don't understand. I'm a bimbo floozie with harlots and hookers hidden under my hussys... The flat lands have caused my social life to kapoot, and the only thing left to do is sit here. My flashlight is bubble popping through my imagination, what's a girl to do? We're all just animals anyway. Slammered to a 12 x 14 mocha painted room, bound by deranged figures and adolescent rulings. Still tripping on mind hiccups and 22 hour road trips. Missing Venice beach and all of it's affiliates, she blows a bit of the hard stuff.


I don't need make up or a social status...







Wishing from a cell within a well
I map dwell with a plea
Trader village bargain the fee

The swap is worth indefinite glee
All yi set free
All yi with me


Oblivion soaked and struck by despite

I will infinitely fight the blast of moving too fast
Cheers and mazel tov to my stash of hope in mind

Pity for all my haters in line

Loyally yours, admirably theirs,
Faith runs with the clock of time

Don't check the line
We'll be fine, we'll be fine

Wishing from a cell within a well I built with neglect
Much like I'm livin for Jesus Christ but givin' no respect.

Cupid the Beast

sake sanity for the benefit of doubt...
hindered by manipulative chaos
madman can't fool mystery innocence

burnt devilish tempt when taught resent…
enticing ash left direction to map gestures bent...
digging for candor with a keen wit
shrewd captures the exploiter

Eros in unique disguise, defining charm to be a lie
Buried pain, hides guilt and fear
Shamed to claim, her ears need care
Begging peasants light shine through eyes
But he, the killer, is still disguised

Powerful soul choking but concealed
She, the beauty, seeps hope to heal
A monster he sees of himself
She dreams to release him from the Devil's dwell
Open your eyes man dancing in flames

Yearning to turn his crooked sight straight
Mystery driven, innocence ridden
Learn to burn doubt and temptation
She dreams of a day we'll live in relation
Bright bursts of sensational endure
Mirrors reflecting bouquets of aura
Help the human full of lure