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.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
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
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