that fucking look on your face !

"i only got this one moment so i'm going to make it count."

the clock. where does it stand? he just stared at the piano as if it was going to stand. they say time can't keep two together. he had this doubt; as the memories arose he continued to gaze aloud. the piano stood. they wouldn't know. they don't understand that you will be loving you with or without the doubt. with or with out you. he wants ta just live ta say...

she composed a poem:

"it’s not like I care what you do,

it is just like ..

you just don’t have any urgency set in motion …

there are these two routes; shady and sandy ..

as I roll with my head down.

I can’t see which sign points to you.

and as I try to depict which feeling fits best with you;

I turn around and timid through the field of roses.

pedaled to the floor; I’m out of honesty;

I’m cold."

see, that piano stood for something.

as she squirmmed in ha sleep she took a look at the creases in his cheeks. you wouldn't know, but she could tell he had a warm smile hidden in his eyes not to long ago;

probably just a moment ago. she realized that this time .. this time they spent so much time on trying ta figure it all out ... on

was just it.

time is just something to float on.

she floated as she shyed ta the right. he slowly, unintentionally moved toward.

Good Night.



just dabbling ..

She knew he wasn't the one for her. He knew that he wanted her. Why is it that she created those ideas in her mind? Why doesn't he just tell her what is going on within his mind so she doesn't have to find another exit? See, when she finds that other avenue; she will eventually create lies. Those creations will reflect how she seems to feel for you. I think she is just abiding by what is expected so she doesn't lose it. It is easy for one to completely shut off the world when their world finally makes sense. This young lad just realized that the imaginary flying pigments of colorless, black and white, and shortly less of a nickel time follicles, just past her by a second.



e x t r e m e s || 10/22/2012

"We drift on a vast midst always uncertain and floating, driven from one extreme toward the other."

We sometimes move from place to place while being surrounded by certain 'things' that cause us to be uncertain, and this may cause us to be carried from one extreme to the other. This may vary from the slightest situations to the situations that can change a person’s life. Many people allow their surroundings to dictate their future. They allow their surroundings to state whether they should completely change their perspective on certain things. Although this is true, many people are surrounded by multiple "road blocks" that could also potentially persuade them to one obsession rather than the other, yet they still find a way to find an answer. Many people also stay between the two decisions and never come up with a solution at all.

With that in mind, we decided to choose a human being who couldn’t decide where to go at this time in his life. He didn’t know whether to go to hell or go to heaven. This man was stuck in the middle. He was floating between one extreme and the other. He was going from heaven to hell, hell to heaven. He was uncertain on where to go. Therefore, he stayed in the middle of the two. He couldn’t come up with a solution by himself, nor could his surroundings influence him enough. This man was on a vast midst that was uncertain while floating between the two, driven from one extreme toward the other.

I mean, how could you honestly choose? -- 2/15/2013

yo

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

i never composed a post with no intial idea.

feels, .. well not .. normal.

i do not get this blogging thing. nor do i get .. this writing thing. & then again i do. i love it.

#mixedemotions.

sometimes i just want to do what is expected and go to work .. and just work. go to school and have children.

i really want to travel the world though. i want to have the means to do so.

i want i want, i want; and I WANT. what do i need?

i know i need love, and yeah .. love.

love; to search for love. to travel the world and search for love from strangers, to find love from being happy and to find peace. to see the pros and cons of every direction...

is that obtainable though?

hmp, yeah .. this was pointless i am back at square one.

so everything in life is just becoming more appealing.

i lied; relinquish. spin off. shoot it....

indulgence

let us sit around and hold a gun to YOUR head

 

let US tell you what the last man has said.

 

RANDOM AF.

 

cut the shit.

 

pat it, a few times that is and then swtich; pat; a few times. gotta pack it. 

"rip the paper off Jo."'

 "nigga whooool up."

 "let's make this shit pretty; light it up."

 "yo, Bei; this square is so sweet. for some reason.."

*a few laughs out loud*

lite

 

 drivvveee offf.

 

it's been a minute since we heard from ya. she said that she was patiently waiting.

 

 

left it at that. & then we met up.

sat on some type of stool and got introduced to a young man.

 

"you wanna square too?"

 

as we sat there and explained on why he should not indulge in such an off brand sin; we puffed. see, we could only continue to enjoy the satisfation of knowing he could not feel a portion of this box.

 

we stated that it was a bad habit, yahh.. the basics. he picked up speed; we gained certainty. tones rose and voices changed. i coulda swore Bei looked at me and then got up to yell. to conform; i stood. this man ran. he sprinted for his life as if we were charging at him.

 

what was this? was this a sublimnal message from Life telling these young souls to quit?

 

overall; i miss my nigga man.

 

 

 

Think.

I'm just sitting here & I grasped it.
I thought abt it and I didn't understand it.
I decided to think about myself and what I could do to better myself.
So I got it.

& then I realized what I had to do.

I am focusing on the wrong things. I will change my focus.

I want to work towards two degrees.
We are working so hard for our future, why not be fully pepared.

Plan it.

What do you want to do?
Do not waste time.

to live...

is it honestly that crazy that I am not sad that I got fired?

is it honestly okay that I believe that it will be okay?

I honestly can not keep a job. I have no idea why, yet ask me once I am done with this post and I guarantee ya that I will be able to explain....

First, I will find another job, and then after that I will find another one. I feel as if my spirit is too lifted to work for these people. I have the ability to get a 8-5 at 15-18 dollars an hour, yes you would LOVE that eh? I have the credentials to do so and the track record to back it up, however; I want to travel the world.

6 months here, then there.

I want to travel the world looking for love.

I want to travel the world searching for peace.

I want to do what I WANT to do while doing what I need to obviously do in the mean time.

I want to be a travel writer. I guess that is why I am so indecisive. The one thing I love to do will not buy me my house, as of right now that is.

So, I get it.. I have to enter that world of working for the boss and adding more pieces to the fire. I will go into work and w o r k for the man. & in this case I am only making eh, about 1.2325 % of what this man makes. & I guess I will conform with my peers to compose the "work" that is paying ya man.

I get it though, we have to work hard when we are young in order ta get like ya mans, eh?

I get it though, we have to dread the majority of our day and wait until we lay our head on our bed, ta rest.

I've seen way too many movies where her momma has nothing to do BUT to rest because she is bound to nothing but that bed.

Where is my middle man?

to do, or not to do ...

"You can do this. I can not think of anyone who would say no to a face like that." In reality, yes .. it has happened. Past tense .. & I hope it remains that way. & of course I got off track like I always seem to do with this "dream" I am chasing. "You're so pretty." I enjoy hearing those statements, yet it has no deepness to it. I'm pretty confused ... I can certainly say that. My main point is that I am confused. It is such a different feeling than I had expected. I enjoy being torn between two ideal situations .. that are so different. "ohhh dedi-cated, cated. Dedicated."

"I will never love another.."

I enjoyed the idea of becoming a Model, and not JUST a Model, yet a Model in the Modeling Business. I then noticed ... little by little, that I enjoyed the stories that were told from the emotions that unfolded. How the photographer could capture that moment, right then .. when it was okay to smoke a cigarette. See, I enjoy my words moreso then the IDEA of easy money .. in which .. is not easy at all. You are a pretty lady, but baby, ya can never make his lady's monayyy. xoJO