Anhayla X GREAT MUSIC

This concept is extremely dope. The whole "the world is gonna end" phenomenon that was going on, I find it absolutely creative that she would take take something so negative (if you can call it that), and turn it into something beautiful. She has a great voice, and from what I've heard, she's also a great writer. People like her really make me want to play the guitar.

Other Great Vids

NEW BLOG.

This one is dead as FUCK. simple as that.
So can you lovelys do me a favor and follow my new blog--->www.linguisticrubble.blogspot.com.

I'm goin thru a process. Im trying to find myself (yet again) and part of that process is re-inventing my blog. But i just had to start from scratch. I want to find the real feel of my blog, thus, posting wat really interests me.

Hope to see ya there.

Everyone is worth being loved, but not everyone is capable of being loved.

Unconditional love is a blind man. He sees not the flaws you have, but the beauty in which you possess. Therefore he loves you for who you are, no matter what kind of “who you are” <—-hints; everyone can be loved.

However,

I strongly believe that in “love” you get exactly wat you give. If your not investing all that is necessary to be in love with someone, they may not give you that unconditional love. In order to be capable of being loved, you have to be willing to be forgiving, and also admit when you’re wrong. You should be vulnerable with that person, and not be afraid to tell them what you want. You should support that person in whatever it is that they do, even if you don’t agree. You should be looking at the “us” in the situation and not just “I” or “me”..,the list goes on, but I think you get the point. Only when you realize these things, or are willing to try them, then you are capable of being loved.

[[THTisALL]]

Morning Sickness

Imagine….

Me sitting back,
With a magazine in my lap.
Grabbing at
A nice cup of lemonade.
Meanwhile,
I’m gazing at the everglades.
The sun’s shining,
And I’m hiding,
Under a beautiful umbrella,
Enjoying that forever shade.
We forever gaze into each other’s eyes,
While angels smile,
And clap their hands in bliss.
Cuz we finally made it to that
Unconditional,
Slightly conventional,
Starting our own tradition full of that perfect love,
We kiss.
And as you form your lips to say those 3 special words…

I’m awakened and disturbed.
By your morning breathe.
Nonetheless,
You lean in for a kiss.
My head turns with the quickness.
Morning sickness.
Damn, not this shit.

I run to the bathroom because I need to release,
These months of depression.
See, you’ve left me displeased.
And all I have now are these dreams,
That eventually you’ll come around.

And as you walk pass the bathroom,
You hear that sound,
I’m crying out….

I want this to be over,
I’m bending over,
That porcelain bowl.

Imagine…..

Floating on the ocean,
In a yacht.
Me rubbing lotion,
Massaging every spot.
Weather’s hot.
Waves pushing up against the side.
Us being wrapped up
In the warmth of the sun.
While we hold hands and reveal to one another
Why the other is the one.
A kiss to the forehead,
Another to the cheek,
One to the left hand that belongs to me
You’re down on one knee,
Staring deep into my eyes,
And as I look down to you,
I can see the nervousness in your smile.
All the while,
You open a petite box, and reveal a ring.
Then you propose to me.
And before I can say yes…..

You roll over on my breast.
You’re putting pressure on my chest.
Nonetheless,
You express
You’re never ending love.
But see words aren’t enough.
They only matter when your actions speak louder.
And seeing as though you’re barely around to act,
I sit back,
With stomach pains,
Hoping to gain something in exchange
For my heart.

But where do I begin?
I thought a smaller version of you,
Would surely do.
So I stick around.
Put my head down and right away I feel nauseous.

Not this, again.
I’m running, again to bend…



No, no, no screw that.
Let’s be realistic…

Fuck options,
I’m tired of being optimistic.
Hoping for the best,
And thinking that,
“things aren’t really that bad.”
Dreaming of white Christmases
And wishing on stars
Meanwhile I’m sleeping with a broken heart.

All those perfection filled visions
I envisioned with closed eyes,
Only lead me to reality
That this isn’t my life.
Every morning I wake up
And instead of Folgers in my cup.
It’s you in my bed
But this aint no holiday.

It makes me sick.
Every morning.
Hints morning sickness
Every day I wake up
Sick of you.
But I remain.
Only because I despise broken homes.
I refuse to raise in a broken home.

So for the sake of this New “Addition”
Get off your ASS
And pull out your umbrella.
It’s time to stand the rain.

Period.
Just like the ones
I won’t have for the next 9 months,
Because I was too busy pushing my luck.
Just like a rock in a hard place,
I ended up stuck.
“Thank you very much.”

In the meantime,
It’s dream time.
So I’ll sit back
On my private plane
Awaiting my flight to the Bahamas.
Sippin’ this daiquiri.

Oh and make my virgin.
I gotta dream sometime.

Poetry Anyone?

If anyone is interested in reading, writing, or displaying some poetry, then you should come join my FB group, Writer's Block. We usually do monthly poetry cyphers, or just post poetry for fun. Hopefully more people will join so that we can actually start doing some activities outside the internet. Hope to see you there!! Here's the link-->Writer's Block

I'm the good one you'll probably let get away

But real shit, every relationship I’ve had, with the exception of maybe 2, has ended on some dumb shit. Then months later niggas realize what they had and try to get back with promises like, “I’ll never hurt you again” type shit. I don’t wanna hear it.

I say that bc like a fool, I went back to some of them. Nd wats really fucked up is that it wasn’t even on no “im in love” shit. I was based off of the hope factor that I so hopelessly follow. I hoped they had changed. They hadn’t. Then I was back to the same old shit. Doing everything for them, and recieving, not a damn, in return.

So from now on, I’m taking shit real slow. Like, some times I get a little anxious for the company of a “boyfriend,” then I realize it’s not worth it. So I’m throwing away the hope factor. Nd I’m just gonna adopt a little something I like to call Patience.

We’ll see how much of a virtue it is. Besides, I’m sure there are some good ones out there who aren’t to blind to realize they have a good thing.

Thats is all.

Simply Amazing♥

>>>>I'm happy I know this guy....(Vernon H*****)
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Reminiscing....

So I was flipping through some old pics and I found this one. Can you say "OMG?" Ok, that's me in the middle.This was a field trip my 10th grade class went on. I believe, "mock interviews" was the reason. However I remember having so much fun that day. I miss highs chool for moments like this...

&& This is Kushinda (My African Dance Class)

♥ This is me dancing in the orange. A class I used to take in CA. I miss those days...