October 2009
2 posts
dreaming
another lucid dream passes through my nightly slumber. tirelessly, i toss and turn around my bed, wanting desperately to sleep. i’m finding myself half asleep, but not there all the way when i realize that i am about to dream. i am thinking quickly as to how to go about maneuvering through the highways of my dreams, and i soon decide to try and fly. it is at this point when i am finding...
September 2009
2 posts
autumnal meditation
re:member to meditate upon the possibility only with positivity.
Frost
Nature’s first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. Frost, 1923
August 2009
5 posts
change
because it’s been three years since you came into my life: a friend, an inspiration- an indivual that surpasses any delineation. and although things may not stand the same way as they did three years previous from this day, I still smile, knowing that I once was the cause of yours. wouldn’t be sj2, thanks to you
h2o
fluidly, together you and i mix together we find our lips, never tasted anything sweeter than this. to simply be present in the present that is your presence. a divine message from heaven, minutes slipping past, hands clasped. but hold up, what exactly are we trying to grasp? to question one’s motives can prove to be an arduous task. discovering truth’s bittersweet taste, but its...
chamomile
sips of freshly brewed chamomile tea eases the tensions going wild within me as the sweet night breeze greets me caressing every inch of skin with a delicate touch whispering secrets to the summer wind star-studded blue skies, ladybugs, sunflowers, and butteflies.
smile
love is simply something for which you gotta have patience no need to start chasing, frontin like time’s a-wasting rather than racing, I’m pacing - steady steps I’m taking In a marvelous journey, although unaware of my destination. Mistakes are inevitably made, but it’s our choice whether or not we allow ourselves to become enslaved by regrets and the past’s allure....
catching stars
drifting, drifting away in meditation two eyes that form a constellation. an exhibit of divine demonstration. contemplation upon the corellation between love and fear. whispering sweet-somethings in your ear for you to hear, so hold my hand, in love we’ll stand never demand anything more than truth.
March 2009
3 posts
Love,
let me be your break beat, feel the rhythm, just boogie down and move your feet i’ll spoil you with kisses sweet, leaving you breathless, having trouble just tryin to speak got me playin your memory on repeat
you are the love song that i sing-a-long to i long to hold you close so i whisper secrets to the wind hoping that they would reach you in time i’m pleading please to the...
How I got into writing? I opened my eyes and started seeing; liberated my mind and started thinking; recognized my heart and started feeling. My writing reflects the essence of my being in that if I am genuine to my own self, then my writing would also be genuine. Writing helps define who I am as an individual, allowing me to gain a greater understanding of self while enabling my mind to...
Class of MMX
Government / Economics AP English Literature and Composition AP Statistics AP Physics Spanish III Honors Journalism - We’ll see, we’ll see.
February 2009
1 post
II.VIII
the funky natural floetic emcee maneuever through minds so elegantly i’ve been known to speak quite eloquently notable is my presence my essence is heavenly everythings a blessing so i’m never stressin realizing life’s lessons could be found amidst adversities i seek truth and knowledge very thirstily the lies and false fantasies are no longer hurting me
“I must now...
January 2009
3 posts
IX
Rest those weary eyes, breathe hope in between the deep sighs you exhale; to help me make sense of it all, you never seem to fail.
Safe and sound in the comfort of your embrace, I have found the sweetest solace. So lace me with your essence once again; kisses bittersweet making it difficult to speak. With a language as eloquent as a caterpillar’s movement is elegant, your presence in my...
VIII
Candle light flickers gently on my windowsill, my mind trying to rise up and away from being at a standstill. I’m longing to find, re-define, and re-fine the meaning of my existence, as the new year is accompanied with an invigorating sense of liberation and the chance for change. I find myself constantly posing questions, realizing that I’ve yet to learn how to accept the answers that...
MMIX; inspire/express
I spend immeasurable ammounts of time trying to discover answers to the questions that vex me. Now I know I’ve yet to really learn how to accept the answers I receive because they’re not always going to be the ones I would like to hear. MMIX, meaning 2009. the new year started four days ago, and i’m already struggling not to get left behind. quickening my pace to keep up with...