Wednesday, November 24
Wanna Be Loved
Don't feel no pity for me
Cause I'm going through a couple things,
Life means change,
That's the way it goes,
All my life I had a constant burning
A strong deep,desire
An aching ambiguous,yearning.
yearning
For something better
For something bigger
For something wider
For something higher
And lots of regrets
Cause I ain't seem to found it yet
I've been searching around the world
Never knowing what to expect
I get sad sometimes
Yes I be mad sometimes
Cause I'm out here on the grind
Making mine
And I still can't seem to find
What I've been looking for
Opened so many doors
For real,yo
I just wanna be loved...
Sunday, November 7
I Come To You More Than I Give
When the time comes for us to pray,
We find other things to say.
Instead of giving thanks for what
God has already done,
we're asking for more.
But with a grateful heart
we ouught to pray.
"Lord let your will be done
and if you never give me
another thing I'll just
thank you for forgiving me"
I come to you more than I give..
Always with my hands out,
instead of lifting them up.
Oh, Lord will you give
me another chance?
Always with my hands out,
instead of giving myself enough to say.
Lord I know that I'm in
your perfect will, realizing as
ungrateful as I've been.
The giving you has removed all sin.
I vow right now to never be the same
I come to you more
Than I give
Always with my hands out
Instead of me lifting
Them up
I come to you more
Than I give
Oh Lord, I'm sorry
Romans 12:1 said,
"I beseech you therefore
Bretheren
By the mercies of God
That ye present your bodies
A living sacrifice
Holy, which is your job"
Unto God, it is your job
To give him everything
Every part of you
I give you my heart
My mind, my soul
My praise, my money
It all belongs to the Father
I give it all to you
I give you my heart
My mind, my soul, my praise
Hallelujah
I Come To You More Than I Give - Kim Burrell
Wednesday, October 6
cat has let loose..
I've held me tongue long enough.
I've put up and shut up, until I'm saying
"I don't give a fuck!"
The cat let loose of my tongue.
They say a closed mouth don't get fed
But how do you get fed without being
Encouraged? With nourishment?
In this situation I still ain't got fed.
They cat let loose of my tongue.
Honey, don't worry about me or
Think I'm butt-hurt cause I decline.
Don't think I'm being unreasonable and
Dramatic, cause I decline.
....Wait a minute?
Wait a minute?
Matter of fact,
You can think that all you want.
Like I said I don't give a fuck anymore,
The cat let loose of my tongue.
Respect my opinion just as I respect yours.
Be upset be mad, but do it behind closed doors.
Reason being? You really want to know?
With that reaction,
the cat will now and forever hold me tongue.
I've put up and shut up, until I'm saying
"I don't give a fuck!"
The cat let loose of my tongue.
They say a closed mouth don't get fed
But how do you get fed without being
Encouraged? With nourishment?
In this situation I still ain't got fed.
They cat let loose of my tongue.
Honey, don't worry about me or
Think I'm butt-hurt cause I decline.
Don't think I'm being unreasonable and
Dramatic, cause I decline.
....Wait a minute?
Wait a minute?
Matter of fact,
You can think that all you want.
Like I said I don't give a fuck anymore,
The cat let loose of my tongue.
Respect my opinion just as I respect yours.
Be upset be mad, but do it behind closed doors.
Reason being? You really want to know?
With that reaction,
the cat will now and forever hold me tongue.
Friday, October 1
Monday, September 27
Love Rain
Love rain down on me
Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell topped Adidas
He was fresh, like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and Miles between my thighs
Better than love,we made delicious.
He me had, had me he
He made me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me.
The rain was fallin and slowly
and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide,
loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds,84 degrees,melody
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lip, dripped down
my chin and landed in his lap
And us, became new,
me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made me the fool
You were never true
If you didn't want me, ahh
You should have let me know
Instead you made a mockery of everything
I thought we'd be
I honestly did love you.
Love rain down on me.
Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees
He was brown, deep
Said he wanted to talk about my mission
Listen to my past lives
Took me on long walks to places where butterflies rest easy
Talked about Moses and Mumia
Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell topped Adidas
He was fresh, like summer peaches
Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy
Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm
At night we would watch the stars
And he would physically give me each and every one
I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy
I felt Dizzy, Sonya, heaven, and Miles between my thighs
Better than love,we made delicious.
He me had, had me he
He made me tongue tied
I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts
I was his sharp, his horn section
His boom and his bip
And he was my love
Love rain down on me.
The rain was fallin and slowly
and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine
Wide open, wide,
loose like bowels after collard greens
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lips
Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap
And us became new
Now me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible
The rain was falling
And I couldn't see the season changing
And the vibe slipping off it's axis
Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato
The rain was falling and I could not see
That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized
And left to drown in his sunny afternoon
Cumulus clouds,84 degrees,melody
The mistake was made
Love slipped from my lip, dripped down
my chin and landed in his lap
And us, became new,
me non-clairvoyant and in love
Made me the fool
You were never true
If you didn't want me, ahh
You should have let me know
Instead you made a mockery of everything
I thought we'd be
I honestly did love you.
Love rain down on me.
Thursday, September 2
An Open Letter from Michael Jackson to his critics from 1994:
"Like the old Indian proverb says, so not judge a man until you've walked 2 moons in his mocassins.
Most people don't know me, that is why they write such things in which most is not true.
I cry very often because it hurts and I worry about the children, all my children all over the world. I live for them.
If a man could say nothing against a character but what he can prove, his story could not be written.
Animals strike, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with those criticize. They desire our blood, not our pain.
But still I must achieve. I must seek truth in all things. I must endure for the power I was sent forth. For the world. For the children.
But have mercy, for I've been bleeding a long time now."
MJ
Long Walk - Jill Scott
Let's take a long walk
around the park
after dark.
Find a spot for use to spark
conversation,
verbal elation,
stimulations.
Share out situations,
temptations,
education,
relaxations.
Elevations, maybe we
can talk about Psalms
in entirety...
Or maybe we can see a movie
Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday
Or maybe we can roll a tree and feel the breeze
and listen to a symphony
Or maybe chill and just be,
Or maybe
Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to the roots
Or maybe eat some passion fruit
Or maybe cry to the blues
Or maybe we could just be silent
around the park
after dark.
Find a spot for use to spark
conversation,
verbal elation,
stimulations.
Share out situations,
temptations,
education,
relaxations.
Elevations, maybe we
can talk about Psalms
in entirety...
Or maybe we can see a movie
Or maybe we can see a play on Saturday
Or maybe we can roll a tree and feel the breeze
and listen to a symphony
Or maybe chill and just be,
Or maybe
Maybe we can take a cruise and listen to the roots
Or maybe eat some passion fruit
Or maybe cry to the blues
Or maybe we could just be silent
Friday, August 13
foolish heart...
My foolish heart will jump into the deepest of the seas,
even if it cannot swim.
My foolish heart will trust just anyone,
My foolish heart will trust just anyone,
it’s so naive.
And I’m left to save it again.
I told you once I told you twice,
And I’m left to save it again.
I told you once I told you twice,
the next time I won’t be so nice.
You so quick to give it up, when you don’t think about us.
You so quick to give it up, when you don’t think about us.
I won’t let you keep hurting me,
if you gone keep causing me pain.
I won’t let you keep hurting me, I’m about to take you out the game.
I won’t let you keep hurting me, I’m about to take you out the game.
Thursday, August 12
“i have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game-winning shot and I missed. I have failed over and over again in my life. And that’s precisely why I succeed.”
— | Michael Jordan, who led Chicago to six championship titles. |
Friday, August 6
BOTTOM LINE.
"I'd rather have my heart broken into a million pieces rather than breaking someone else's heart."
-Chrysta C. West
After a month and a half, I am finally speaking out.
I have been silent about my recent failed relationship, yet amazingly, so many of my personal friends have talked to me about what my ex has said. I'm not one to have my business out, if I do not want people to know. I can't express myself because when I'm so passionate about something I tend to get tongue tied. I feel the only way I can express myself, truly, is through my blogs.
The Neo-Soul Artist, Chrisette Michele's music always tends to speak to the depth of my soul. I heard and know everyone of her songs, but one of her songs, "Blame It On Me" has taken a toll and spoke to my heart on how I feel about my past relationship. It has brought a since of clarity to what this song really, truly means.
Blame It On Me by Chrisette Michele
Sometimes you can work it out
Sometime YOU CAN'T
Sometimes you're forced to watch everything fall apart
It's out of your hands
Sometimes leaving is easy
Sometimes it ain't
Sometime it hurts to know
The loving you had was slowly fading away
You can say whatever you'd like
As long as we just say goodbye
Blame It On Me
Say it's my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don't care
I ain't crying no more
Say I'm a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it's over
I ain't a quieter
I just ain't got time
I tried to see you through
I tried to make it to the finishing line
Oh you thought it was meant to be
I admit so did I
Every once in a while you think you figured it out
Sometimes YOUR NOT RIGHT
You can say whatever you'd like
As long as we just say goodbye
Blame It On Me
Say it's my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don't care
I ain't crying no more
Say I'm a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it's over
Yes i love you
but I really got a loose you
Freedom is where I want to be
Yes I'll probably always love you
But I'm moving
I got to do this for me
Blame It On Me
Say it's my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don't care
I ain't crying no more
Say I'm a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it's over
Tuesday, July 13
Brotha To The Night
Say Baby...
Can I be yo' slave?
I got to admit girl, you're the shit girl
And I'm diggin' you like a grave.
Now do they call
"Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar"
Or maybe the Queen of 10,000 moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star?
Is your name Yemaya?
Oh, hell no.
Its got to be Oshun.
Ooohhh...
is that a smile me put on your face child...
wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey.
Walk that walk, money.
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah. Shit.
Who am I?
It's not important.
But they call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now...
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say!
But right now I'm the sight raped-hunter...
Blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections
Of sublime erections,
And get you to dance to my rhythm.
Make you dream archetypes...
Of black angels in flight...
Upon wings of distored, contorted
Metaphoric Jizm.
Come on slim...
Fuck yo' man!,
I ain't worried about him.
It's you who I want to step to my scene.
'Cause rather the deal with fallacy...
Of this dry-ass reality
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass
In a wet dream.
Who am I?
Hmpph
Well they all call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now,
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Is that all right?
Can I be yo' slave?
I got to admit girl, you're the shit girl
And I'm diggin' you like a grave.
Now do they call
"Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar"
Or maybe the Queen of 10,000 moons?
Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star?
Is your name Yemaya?
Oh, hell no.
Its got to be Oshun.
Ooohhh...
is that a smile me put on your face child...
wide as a field of jasmine and clover?
Talk that talk, honey.
Walk that walk, money.
High on legs that'll spite Jehovah. Shit.
Who am I?
It's not important.
But they call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now...
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say!
But right now I'm the sight raped-hunter...
Blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections
Of sublime erections,
And get you to dance to my rhythm.
Make you dream archetypes...
Of black angels in flight...
Upon wings of distored, contorted
Metaphoric Jizm.
Come on slim...
Fuck yo' man!,
I ain't worried about him.
It's you who I want to step to my scene.
'Cause rather the deal with fallacy...
Of this dry-ass reality
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass
In a wet dream.
Who am I?
Hmpph
Well they all call me Brotha to the Night.
And right now,
Im the blues in your left thigh...
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Is that all right?
Thursday, June 24
If you were here...
I know if you were here
You'd make everything better
I know if you were here
When I'm feeling sad,
we'd laugh together
I know if you were here
All of my pain and sorrow
would not longer exist
That's only if you were here....
But your not, so what can I do?
Wish I could say that I knew you,
personally.
In my mind I see you as my friend,
my best friend, my brother, my uncle,
my cousin...you name it
you were and still are it
But only if you were here...
It saddens me to know your not here
But God missed you most
So not only did he take you from me,
he took you from the world.
Billions fans and I'm just one.
That's only if you were here...
message that brought me clarity.
The time is right.
I'm gonna pack my bags.
And take that journey down the road.
Cause over the mountain I see the bright sun shinning
And I want to live inside the glow.
*I wanna go to place where I am nothing and everything,
That exists between here and nowhere.
I wanna got to a place where time has no consequences.
The sky opens to my prayers.
*I wanna go to place where I can hold the intangible
And let go of the pain with all my might.
I wanna go to a place where I am suspended in ecstasy.
Some where between dark and light.
Where wrong becomes right.
I'm gonna pack my bags.
And take that journey down the road.
Cause over the mountain I see the bright sun shinning
And I want to live inside the glow.
*I wanna go to place where I am nothing and everything,
That exists between here and nowhere.
I wanna got to a place where time has no consequences.
The sky opens to my prayers.
I wanna go to a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful place.
Please understand that it's not that I don't care,
But right know these walls are closing in on me.
But right know these walls are closing in on me.
But I need to find a place were I can breathe,
I can breathe
I can breathe
*I wanna go to place where I can hold the intangible
And let go of the pain with all my might.
I wanna go to a place where I am suspended in ecstasy.
Some where between dark and light.
Where wrong becomes right.
I wanna go to a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful place.
If this makes any sense.
Monday, May 17
YOU SHOLL IS UGGHHLY!
walking to my house
i watch my feet, why?
because snails are on
the sidewalk.
ME: (*SNAILS?!? YUCK!! you sholl is uggghly*)
christianity symbolizes
snails as a lazy or sinful
person. it appeared to
feed upon the mire of
this world, making no
effort to hunt or provide
decent food for itself.
in logic and reason, a
snail symbolizes death and
rebirth. because they seal
themselves in their shells
during the winter and
re-emerge in the spring.
death and rebirth.
i believe that everyone
deserves a second chance.
so why wouldn't i watch my
feet? cant step on them. i'm
a stranger in their world,
not vice-versa.
i refuse to play god to this
helpless animal. accident
or not.
ME: (*SNAILS?!? YUCK!! you sholl is uggghly*)
i've been praying
that one day i will not be
walking on the sidewalk
minding my business, and
someone steps on me.
distorted and disfigured
is the last place i want to
be. i apologize for all of
those snails i've stepped
on to get where i'm going.
think about it?
KARMA DON'T BE A BITCH..
do you believe in angels?
Why not? The world is so crappy that if I didn't believe something so perfect and pure existed to compensate I don't know how sane I would be.
Sunday, May 16
Hidden Emotion
anger has become my hidden emotion,
but my love wont allow me to show it.
sadness has become my hidden emotion,
but my happiness won't allow me to show it.
stress has become my hidden emotion,
but my motivation won't allow me to show it.
guilt has become my hidden emotion,
but my innocence won't allow me to show it.
pessimistic has become my hidden emotion,
but my optimism won't allow me to show it.
the "_____" has become my hidden emotion,
but my pride wont allow me to show it.
so what am i to do when i won't allow myself
to show it?
crying would help. its NEEDED. yet again
my bitch ass pride won't let me FUCKING DO IT.
i have become angry...with myself
so now what??!?!?!
HARDEST fucking decision i have ever made
in my life. shoot me in my face, and hopefully
i bleed blue, if so then the answer is yes.
if not then i'll bleed red, then the answer is no.
bittersweet,
your gonna be the
death of me i don't
want, but i NEED you.
i LOVE you and
HATE you, at the very
same time.
see what i want so much,
should neverhurt this bad.
"never did this before",
that's what the virgin said.
"we've been generally warned",
that's what the surgeon said.
help me now Lord,
this is an emergency.
Saturday, May 15
LENA HORNE
Malcolm is gone and Martin is gone, and it is up to all of us to nourish the HOPE they gave us. -Lena Mary Calhoun Horne (1917-2010)
Wednesday, May 12
Monday, May 3
Thursday, April 8
Wednesday, April 7
THE THICKNESS
whoa!
she a big chick,
big ol' legs, big ol' thighs, big ol' hips,
big ol' ass, big ol' tits,
she so big!
she a big chick,
big ol' legs, big ol' thighs, big ol' hips,
big ol' ass, big ol' tits,
she so big!
*(she's a baby, baby, baby, baby...)*
won’t nobody even try to reach her mind
age 14,
eyes green,
young tender, supple, and fine,
[hear them, all those];
"oohs and ahhs"
slip as she lick her lips...
oooooooohhhhh...they want to fuck her!
they want to rub their dicks on her precious clitoris...
they want to watch them big ol' titties settle and part a bit,
they want to talk about it,
tell it,
spread it,
relive the conquest,
HOW THEY BEAT ON THAT ASS AND
HOW THEY KNOCKED THAT SHIT,
DON'T stop,
WON'T stop,
to recognize that there’s more,
more underneath that thickness,
that sweet and round, brown, young, tender, thickness.
now they like her quiet and eager,
sweet and meager,
*[Shhhhh....]*
he says;
"don’t you complain about my other women.
just drop that big thick ass on my stiffness.
make me nut all up on your gut with the quickness."
DON'T stop,
WON'T stop,
"LIFT IT!!!
yea girl LIFT IT!
LIFT IT baby...
drop it again.
cause i aint your tribesmen no more,
i aint your friend.
come on girl...just let me in.
let me into all that thickness.
that sweet and round brown supple bigness."
cause she so BIG
won’t nobody even try to reach her mind
she’s been degraded, exploited, NOT celebrated,
saturated with self hatred.
Let me say that again please:
she’s been degraded, exploited, NOT celebrated,
saturated with self hatred.
cause every time she turns on the TV,
What does she see? big ol' booty,
and it don’t have nothing to do with the song
Thus, her definition of beauty,
Thus, her definition of beauty,
let her,
let her recognize the magnificence you've created,
lift her,
lift her,
LIFT HER!!
Let her be elevated,
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
Let her be elevated,
Let her be elevated.
won’t nobody even try to reach her mind
age 14,
eyes green,
young tender, supple, and fine,
[hear them, all those];
"oohs and ahhs"
slip as she lick her lips...
oooooooohhhhh...they want to fuck her!
they want to rub their dicks on her precious clitoris...
they want to watch them big ol' titties settle and part a bit,
they want to talk about it,
tell it,
spread it,
relive the conquest,
HOW THEY BEAT ON THAT ASS AND
HOW THEY KNOCKED THAT SHIT,
DON'T stop,
WON'T stop,
to recognize that there’s more,
more underneath that thickness,
that sweet and round, brown, young, tender, thickness.
now they like her quiet and eager,
sweet and meager,
*[Shhhhh....]*
he says;
"don’t you complain about my other women.
just drop that big thick ass on my stiffness.
make me nut all up on your gut with the quickness."
DON'T stop,
WON'T stop,
"LIFT IT!!!
yea girl LIFT IT!
LIFT IT baby...
drop it again.
cause i aint your tribesmen no more,
i aint your friend.
come on girl...just let me in.
let me into all that thickness.
that sweet and round brown supple bigness."
cause she so BIG
won’t nobody even try to reach her mind
she’s been degraded, exploited, NOT celebrated,
saturated with self hatred.
Let me say that again please:
she’s been degraded, exploited, NOT celebrated,
saturated with self hatred.
cause every time she turns on the TV,
What does she see? big ol' booty,
and it don’t have nothing to do with the song
Thus, her definition of beauty,
Thus, her definition of beauty,
let her,
let her recognize the magnificence you've created,
lift her,
lift her,
LIFT HER!!
Let her be elevated,
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
cause she so BIG
Let her be elevated,
Let her be elevated.
IF NOT, then its OUR FAULTS!
-Jill Scott
(The Thickness Live)
-Jill Scott
(The Thickness Live)
Monday, April 5
formspring.me/YoshiCWest
Q:What is a trait that you like most about yourself?
A:the fact that i can force myself to get over things..
Q: what's a trait you like least about yourself?
A: the fact that i can force myself to get over things..while truly suppress my feelings
A:the fact that i can force myself to get over things..
Q: what's a trait you like least about yourself?
A: the fact that i can force myself to get over things..while truly suppress my feelings
Thursday, March 25
"I’ll drag you out
I’ll drive you out
I’ll drug you out
I’ll tear you out
I’ll cut you out
I’ll kick you out
I’ll push you out
I’ll pull you out
I cast you out
I’ll curse you out
I’ll shut you out
I’ll shit you out
I’ll clean you out
Grab a rope and hang you out to dry
Now I’ll damn you out
I cast you out
I’ll shove you out
I’m staying
All in all we’re pawns
The darkness of mankind stirs in us all
I’ll drive you out
I’ll drug you out
I’ll tear you out
I’ll cut you out
I’ll kick you out
I’ll push you out
I’ll pull you out
I cast you out
I’ll curse you out
I’ll shut you out
I’ll shit you out
I’ll clean you out
Grab a rope and hang you out to dry
Now I’ll damn you out
I cast you out
I’ll shove you out
I’m staying
All in all we’re pawns
The darkness of mankind stirs in us all
Wednesday, March 24
Dear Self,
I have come to the realization that I need to seriously, seriously get over this and move on. I have tried and tried before, but honestly I don't think I tried hard enough. This is not healthy for me. I have never been the type of person to allow someone or something take a toll of my thoughts, nor will I allow it to happen anymore. If it is a chance of doubt from the beginning, then I normally let it go at the sign of this doubt. But this... I have held on to this for about a year now. Obviously, this is not something small and thrown to the side. But now, I shall make it just that... small.
In the end, I know it is what is best for me. This whole time I have not been thinking about myself, even when I was told to thinking about myself, I didn't. I was hard-headed, and it fucked me over to be quite honest. I know, I am worth more than what I gave myself, and what was given. And I put entirely too much of myself into this subject, when from the beginning I never knew if I would or would not benefit from this. Yet, I did because I was all in. I honestly do not take anything back that I did. Regrets are something that I cannot take lightly, which is why I respect and stand by my decisions during this recent year. I will admit, I have been in denial for the most part, but luckily I am not foolish to continue to allow my feelings drag on. I know I would be ten times more hurt then what I am as of now. It was genuine, true and noble without a doubt, and my mind, soul and spirit were completely all in, I'm talking peddle to the metal, burning rubber. Not saying that I wouldn't do it again, I just know not to be so quick to put myself on the ledge again.
I know I would have been happy and in a good spot if it would have happened, but it didn't. I can't read the future but I am presuming it never will. Yet, I know it was not my lost... Well, I may have lost just a little. I'm grateful for knowing what it felt like to actually, I'm guessing be in love or very very close to it. Because I can genuinely say it was true, at least to me. I know this was all really really. . . really bad timing, but I am one that will not complain. Yeah... I cried in silence, I've given everything away and maybe I can learn to fall for someone who can give me all. The things that I'm not afraid to lose. I just know for the first time in my life, I refuse to worry about the future, however things turn out, it's all right. Cause he has already changed my life. But I'll just end this a long goodbye. kbye :)
Signed,
Chrysta Camille West
Tuesday, March 23
the only two places i feel absolutely safe are either in bed with fresh, white sheets and pillows surrounding my head or in water. like on the bottom of a swimming pool. alone. weightless. peaceful. nobody talking. nobody pretending. just being. those are the only two places. everywhere else i get smacked in the face with arrogance, ignorance, shallowness. they knock me down and leave me bleeding on the floor.
Thursday, March 18
Monday, March 15
"i know you don't believe in fairy tales, but if you did...i want to be your knight in shining amour. you've been through so much, i don't want to see you hurt anymore. now i may not be able to give you all that your use to. but i do that i can love you past your pain. i don't want you to worry about anything, i mean, just wake up in the morning. that's all you have to do, and i'll take it from there..."
- Diary of a Mad Black Woman
Saturday, March 13
MJ♥
reaching out to touch a stranger
electric eyes are everywhere
see that girl, she know i'm watching
she like the way i stare...
and they say why, why?
tell that its human nature
why, why? would does he do me that way
Friday, March 12
Wednesday, March 10
Wednesday, March 3
:)
you inspire me. the way you make me feel inside is amazing. your honesty, your artistry is engaging. you are everything i hope to be. you have touch my soul, i want you to know, you are my hero. you got so much soul, to put it plain and simple; you are wonderful.
Tuesday, March 2
Tuesday, February 16
Friday, February 12
VIBE XV
Vibe XV was the recent competition.
congratulations to all the teams that
placed:
1st - Choreo Cookies
2nd - Commonground
3rd - Team Millennia
All of their sets were good, but I'm going to say what not many would blog. obviously nobody would because I've searched. But It's my opinion and It's my blog so I'm going to say what i want to say...
Choreo Cookies DID NOT DESERVE TO WIN! period.
I mean, I am no hater and never been, but now it seems like the dance community is going off of popularity. I'm not sure its fosho, but with Cookies winning Vibe XV that is exactly what it looks like. Their set jst wasnt first place material in my opinion, maybe like 2nd or 3rd. But I mosdef think, Commonground did WAAAAY better then them.
Well, anyhoo it was fun and pretty inspiring to see teams dance and (*sidenote*), ANBU BLACK OPS = FCKIN AMAZING!!!!
I want to marry Victor Kim.
Every single person on that team is fucking amazing, Black Ops gave me my first eyegasm. LOVED IT!
congratulations to all the teams that
placed:
1st - Choreo Cookies
2nd - Commonground
3rd - Team Millennia
All of their sets were good, but I'm going to say what not many would blog. obviously nobody would because I've searched. But It's my opinion and It's my blog so I'm going to say what i want to say...
Choreo Cookies DID NOT DESERVE TO WIN! period.
I mean, I am no hater and never been, but now it seems like the dance community is going off of popularity. I'm not sure its fosho, but with Cookies winning Vibe XV that is exactly what it looks like. Their set jst wasnt first place material in my opinion, maybe like 2nd or 3rd. But I mosdef think, Commonground did WAAAAY better then them.
Well, anyhoo it was fun and pretty inspiring to see teams dance and (*sidenote*), ANBU BLACK OPS = FCKIN AMAZING!!!!
Every single person on that team is fucking amazing, Black Ops gave me my first eyegasm. LOVED IT!
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Friday, January 15
blessed and divinely favored
a love so strong, that when i'd open my mouth to talk and you take the words right out of my mouth. then those times when i'd rest my head on your chest to hear your heartbeat, and i'd realize that my heartbeat matched the same beat as yours. i will have the opportunity that few people have on this earth, and that is to spend time, and be with a man who God took time to create and design just for me. not only will this show that i am blessed, but it will further show that i am blessed and divinely favored.
it takes courage to love again
often, once one has experienced heartbreak,
the words come up like word vomit, "FUCK LOVE".
ignorance speaks, and punishes your heart.
everyone has to have love.the world will not be
the same without love. it takes courage to love
again after heartbreak. take it then embrace it.
food for thought?
the words come up like word vomit, "FUCK LOVE".
ignorance speaks, and punishes your heart.
everyone has to have love.the world will not be
the same without love. it takes courage to love
again after heartbreak. take it then embrace it.
food for thought?
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