Respected Man

"What do you want from a brotha like me

I ain't really got much to give

Got some bills passed due

I drive a hoopty

Nothing in my fridge

But I got so much love to give

So what do you want..."

-Trey Songz

If a man came to me and said that I'd respect him so very much. He's being honest with me and is willing to give me his love to make up for not being able to provide material items. Material things hold less value in my heart than genuine sentimental things. I'd love that man until I couldn't anymore. Definitely I would stay down for him and we'd be in that struggle together. Now..where is that man.?

Now That's Talent

Lol found this old picture.

Let me explain...I was DRUNK,

on the phone, & ummmm

in a full split.

May 20th, 2007

(my wilder days)

I did that thoooo LMBO

"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned."

William Congreve
The Mourning Bride

You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain

A Woman Scorned

Hurt be the woman who shed the silent tears. Beware of her because she is all cried out. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Pain

Hurts when I laugh sometimes, feels good when I cry.

Tell me when you're lookin at me, can you see the pain in my eyes.

As the stars shine deep in the night sky.
As the sun sits way above the clouds.

As the world spins, time and time again.

Look at myself, wondering where I've been.

City to city and girl with you one nights all I got to give.

You don't know me no matter how I might appear.

Will I ever know, why do I feel so alone.

Since a child I was told, all that glitters aint gold.

Got lost in the moment. tryna find what I wanted.

So I'm drowning in regret, and I'll never forget.

Everything that I had before the good turned bad.

He Loves Me Not

He loves me . . .
    He loves me not . . .
                    He loves me not.

Go Deep

Thinking back on my previous post Neighbors Know Yo Name.? I saw this fitting. A lot of men are very confused as to their sex game.  This should help a tad bit. If not . . . retire your penis.! Loads of guys think that they really give the ladies a run in the sack. Little do they know they are not.  STUDY THE CHART.

Heaven

(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Or save it all for you?
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH
Before reconsidering, this Hell with you
It ain't you it's the things you do (do)
It's tearing my heart in two
I would of fell with you
To Hell with you

One of my favorite songs. I'd say that it would be right under Song Cry by Jay-Z. I played this song so much that I messed up my God's Son cd. It was at the time my step dad (my daddy) died. I felt like he left me here and didn't fight to stay. Selfish thing to say but I was only twelve. I didn't know any better. I held a grudge for a very long time. I realized that it was wrong and that he made the correct decision. I'd have loved if he stayed because I wouldn't feel so alone, but he was better off leaving this earth.

The Prom Dress That I Wanted

This was the dress that i wanted but my mom wasn't trying to feel me. "it looks like a wedding dress". WELL AT LEAST I WASNT TRYING TO LOOK LIKE A SLUT AT PROM.!

Music.....

“Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul"

something so simple......can mean so much

Sometimes you have to smile to hide the tears. But when the smile fades that's when the flood gates open.

The Problem

I am a problem.

I am a brat.

I am spoiled.

I am stubborn.

I always have to have my way.

I..I..I..

I am a problem.

I don't listen to anyone.

I don't care about anything.

I don't trust anyone.

I don't have feelings.

I am a problem. I am a problem. I am a problem. I am a problem.

If I am a problem the most sensible thing to do is rid yourself of the problem.

Why not fix it? Because that is almost 22 yeears of being a problem.

That can't be fixed over night.

A Pretty Day

A Pretty Day

by E. E. Cummings

a pretty a day

(and every fades)

is here and away

(but born are maids

to flower an hour

in all,all)

o yes to flower

until so blithe

a doer a wooer

some limber and lithe

some very fine mower

a tall;tall

some jerry so very

(and nellie and fan)

some handsomest harry

(and sally and nan

they tremble and cower

so pale:pale)

for betty was born

to never say nay

but lucy could learn

and lily could pray

and fewer were shyer

than doll. doll

Calling All Hearts

Keyshia Cole's new cd Calling All Hearts is.......WEAK.! I'm not feeling any of the songs on it. Her voice is weak on it in my opinion. Maybe it's because I prefer that raw, red, blonde, & oranged haired Keyshia. She was hungry and it was clear. She doesn't have it anymore to me. Even the features on the album suck monkey nuts. How do you have Tank, Nicki Minaj, Faith Evans, & Timbaland on an album & it still is weak.? If she sells it'll be just off the strength that that's Keyshia Cole. I give this cd FO' THUMBS DOWN.!

No Boys Allowed

I just took a listen to Keri Hilon's second studio album. I must say that after her first album I thought she'd never be able to make an equal or better album. I was wrong. Her second album is as good as the first. I listened to the the album in it's entirety. That's something I rarely do. No Boys Allowed is sexy, upbeat, and definitely not for the fellas. With features from Nelly, J.Cole, Chris Brown, Kanye West, and Rick Ross I think Ms. Hilson has a winner on her hands.!

I forgot to mention....HER ALBUM ARTWORK IS SICK.!

Heart For Sale

Kiss In The Rain

I think this is one of the most seductive actions that can commence sex amongst a couple. It's romantic. It's spontaneous. It's sexy. It's fictitious amongst my peers. Romance doesn't exist to most of the people in m age bracket. It's just sex with them. You'd be lucky if you get any foreplay.

I dream about my Rain Kiss. I dream that I'm on a date with a guy that is just a gentlemen. He opens doors, he compliments, he doesn't say "cuz". He has stimulating conversation and an irresistible smile that melts me. After a lovely dinner, we walk & talk, laugh & play, getting to know each other the entire walk. And then...out of nowhere. It just starts raining. Hard. We dance around the raindrops trying to elude each droplet. All the while smiles upon our faces. Hands interlocked as we sprint to some sort of covered area. Finally we make it to safety and my dream crush checks to see if I'm okay. Catching my breath I say yes. Then he goes in for the kill. Dripping wet we engage in the most sensual, passionate, arousing kiss that one could possibly dream of. And then......I wake up.

"I dream wit my eyes open in fear that if my eyes do shut I shall never see agen. I'm fightin just to keep em open... No nightmares come with these sleepless nights of mines. Just a mind full... but I still never speak like a mime would.. just goin thru tha motions, maintning as I should and when everybody else fell.... alone I stood. More soild then ever but these thoughts will never let me pull it together... guess I'll be big dreamin forever." - Baby Shy

Feet Lit Up

One of my loves....

This Is The Reason

This is the reason that I cannot trust you fully. This is the cause of the distance that I place between us. The cause of my carefree attitude on love. This is the reason why I can't love you how you want me too. I'm sorry but as you can see my heart hurts.

Blood Couldn't Make Us Any Closer

I find comfort in knowing that I got him on my team. If I'm sad he makes me smile. When I cry he makes me feel that things will get better...after he yells at me for crying. My brother goes hard for me. I smile when I think of how he spoils me. He knows I'm a brat but he doesn't care. We could fight, argue, fuss, cuss or whatever. But at the end of the day we got each other. My hair could be a mess, I could have on 15 different colors and he'd still say "Stinky, you hella cute". That's why I love him. He doesn't judge me. He appreciates me for me. Robert D. Sykes is the Clyde to my Bonnie and nothing can change that. No one is coming between us. If needed I'd fight to the death for this relationship. We are not just friends. That's my brother for life.

I think I wanna be in love again.

I'm so sick of this bullshit. People always playin fuckin victim to the shit that I do. I got close to such & such now you mad. Bitch grow up. I'm not fuckin with you nomore so I became fake. Bitch get the fuck outta town. You mad I don't wanna kick it with you. My dude you got a girl. We don't need to hang out like that anyway. You mad I say I don't give a fuck about nothing then get mad when I show care and fuckin concern. Then you call me crazy. Better wash yo hands nigga. I tired of people and the bullshit. Leave Ursula alone. I don't need you & that fuckery. I got enough of my own problems. You aint finna make me feel bad about shit. Like I have said time and time again, I'm no angel but I have learned from a few of the mistakes I've made. I got more growing & learning to do but I'll be damned if any of you muthafuckas try to teach me a lesson that you aint even learned yet. Get the fuck outta here.

Can't Win

It's a problem if I say I don't care. And it's a problem if I do care. Can't win for losing. It's my own fault for trying to appease people.

The Epitome Of Crazy

"Got that Courtney Love for ya, that crazy shit...

Courtney Love has become the epitome of CRAZY.! Her subversive behavior and wild ways captivate my attention. Not to mention she's such a feminist.! Drugs & rock & roll were her life. She was married to freaking KURT COBAIN for crying out loud.! You may call her crazy but I love her for her rebellious spirit.

Beauty In Dance

I found this extremely gorgeous picture on @JudyUcheee tumblr page. I had to blog about the beauty that I saw when I laid eyes on this photo. First of all it's a black ballerina. That in itself is stunning. The grafitti on the wall implies that maybe she lives in the hood. Maybe in Harlem. (Ok, maybe not, but it's my blog & my vision. So HA.!) She's one of the few who understands both worlds. On one hand you have the urban life. She listens to Jay-Z, Fabolous, T.I. know all of the latest dance steps and fit in with the urban community. Then you have the artsy world. Probably attends a performing arts school in uptown New York. Understands that it's okay to be educated and cultured. You can tell from her defined physique that she is passionate in what she does. That is many years of practice. Her solemn expression implies that this is her escape from the burdens of life. She is beautiful. 

Who Could Love Me?

The answer is...Me. I'll love myself like no other...

Tumblr

http://www.imsimplyurs.tumblr.com/

Just Dance

DON'T THINK. JUST DANCE.

To Be Determined

"Are you crazy?" That's a question that I'm frequently asked by people whose sanity should be questioned itself. I giggle. Where are your credentials? Do you have some sort of degree that allows you to anazlye my mental state? How did you come about this certification to pass judgment upon me? Shame be the person who ask me am I crazy. I am probably more sane than you. You see I am very intelligent. I am capable of a lot of things that you are unaware of. Do not underestimate the mind of me. The next time that a person asks me am I crazy my answer will be "that is too be determined".

New Change

I decided to change the appearance of my blogspot due to a sudden urge. Was kind of bored with the old layout & color scheme.

Seven Deadly Sins

Vanity
Gluttony
Avarice
Sloth
Envy
Wrath
Lust

Jealous

jeal·ous   /ˈdʒɛləs/

[jel-uhs]


–adjective


1. feeling resentment against someone because of that person's rivalry, success, or advantages (often fol. by of ): He was jealous of his rich brother.
2. feeling resentment because of another's success, advantage, etc. (often fol. by of ): He was jealous of his brother's wealth.
3. characterized by or proceeding from suspicious fears or envious resentment: a jealous rage; jealous intrigues.
4. inclined to or troubled by suspicions or fears of rivalry, unfaithfulness, etc., as in love or aims: a jealous husband.
5. solicitous or vigilant in maintaining or guarding something: The American people are jealous of their freedom.
6. Bible . intolerant of unfaithfulness or rivalry: The Lord is a jealous god.

Stubborn

stub·born   /ˈstʌbərn/

[stuhb-ern]
–adjective


1. unreasonably obstinate; obstinately unmoving: a stubborn child.
2. fixed or set in purpose or opinion; resolute: a stubborn opponent of foreign aid.
3. obstinately maintained, as a course of action: a stubborn resistance.
4. difficult to manage or suppress: a stubborn horse; a stubborn pain.
5. hard, tough, or stiff, as stone or wood; difficult to shape or work.

Insecure

in·se·cure   /ˌɪnsɪˈkyʊər/
[in-si-kyoor]

–adjective


1. subject to fears, doubts, etc.; not self-confident or assured: an insecure person.
2. not confident or certain; uneasy; anxious: He was insecure about the examination.
3. not secure; exposed or liable to risk, loss, or danger: an insecure stock portfolio.
4. not firmly or reliably placed or fastened: an insecure ladder.

Lil' Miss Stubborn

I am stubborn. This is not a secret. I don't hide this. This is something that everyone that I've come into contact with knows. I refuse to change for anyone. I don't force a person to deal with it. You can live without me as I can without you. Don't complain about me being stubborn because no one is forced to deal with me at all.

If a person can speak so thoroughly about sports, about music, about hood politics, etc. wouldn't you be upset if they only gave such commentary as "that's tight." "that's deep" "you really like to write" about something that you feel passionate about? About something that is of you? That says to me that my words aren't as important as other subjects that get so vividly talked about. With that I say either don't read my stuff or just don't tell me that you've read my stuff. I'd appreciate it more if you were to tell me that you didn't like my shit and that i suck as a writer and that I need much work. People don't understand that though.

Trust

I find it crazy that I get deducted for not trusting people. I have many reasons not to trust people. I've been hurt, betrayed, embarrassed. To be mad about it would be absurd. Reality is that I let it happen. I let my guard down with people who I should have stayed on my toes with. I went against my beliefs. I've done my fair share of dirt. Been spiteful for things done to me. Didn't get mad, I got even. You hurt me and see if I don't return the favor. I don't care if you trust me or not. Who are you? Another disposable fixture that I can live without. People are so quick to get offended when you tell them you don't trust them. I think that's pretty selfish. Inconsiderate. What makes you think you should be trusted? Most common response to that is " I haven't given you a reason not to trust me." Ha.! Don't play yourself.

Dumb Ish

I think it's pretty fucking stupid when people get on social networking sites and post things that suggest something such as sex or pregnancy. Then when people ask questions such as "you pregnant?" or "You about to have a baby?" they play as if they don't know what people are talking about. You nitwit! Don't say things in a matter that would suggest the OBVIOUS.! My favorte is when they get mad because "people are all up in they business". Oh, go to Hell and never return.

Memorable Christmas

I remember this one Christmas so vividly. This had to be one one my most memorable Christmases. It was a bad time for my parents. My step dad & my mom weren't doing too good. He had gotten sick and hospital bills and medication took away from the holiday shopping. My mom came to me one day and told me that I may not be getting any gifts. As a kid you don't understand that. You don't comprehend "There won't be a Christmas this year". I cried that night. I was disappointed. All the other kids were going to get the things that they asked for while I sat in a condo teary eyed and heartbroken. Then one day I realized something. I got stuff all year long. Whatever I wanted I got. If I asked for it, I got it. I never had to ask twice. I went into my step dad's room and sat on the bed. Then I looked at him and said, "I don't need anything for Christmas. I mean of course I'd love a ton of gifts but...I understand." My daddy smile and said "That's my big girl," and gave me a kiss on the forehead.


When Christmas Eve came boy was I shocked. I had a decorated Christmas tree and there were gifts under it. My stocking was hung over the fire place. Candles lit everywhere & the Christmas music was playing on the stereo. I was in such awe when I seen it. I begged to open a gift and I was granted just one. I shook boxes. Gave odd-shaped packages a good feel. Until I got to this one box that made no noise when I shook it. Thought it was a gag gift or something. As I tore the pretty purple gift wrapping paper off, my dad smiled as he held his Brandy & Coke in his hand. He watched me happily. When I finally open it I had the most beautiful black & white stuffed tiger I had ever seen. It lay in the box so snug and cozy which was why it didn't make a sound. My daddy beamed with pleasure as I hugged his neck tightly and thanked him for the gift.That had to be the best Christmas I ever had. I will never forget it. If I am ever lucky enough to become a mother, I will do the same for my children the way my parents did for me.

Lord's Prayer

Our Father who are in Heaven, Hollowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us for our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil For Thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory for ever and ever Amen

Call

Me and this "guy" had a real strange relationship. It's like... We had
some kind a power over each other. I mean, I remember this one time... He called, it had to be like two in the morning. It's was like freezing cold outside and I was knocked. And I had to wake up for him And it was like... Whenever you call, I came running
(Narrative Call - Skit with a few minor adjustments to fit my situation)

The Power

Men like having a certain power over women. A control that a lot of women fail to realize they have. They play these mind games which have women in the palms of their dirty little hands. It baffles me as to how amaurotic we are to the things that are said and done to keep us under their ascendancy. The disheartening part of the subject at hand is that women let it happen. They allow it to occur to feel the false illusion of love that they provide. They cling to what they are used to. To what they have grown accustomed to. A women who wakes up and realizes how captivated she is by the mind control of a man is a rarity that is often unwanted. To those that haven't opened their eyes...there is better.

The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself. - Rita Mae Brown

I arise in the morning torn beteewn a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day -E.B White

"I've learned to cope without certain ppl in my life. No one is a permanent fixture."

"if life came with some sort of manuel I wouldnt read it. How is someone else gonna tell me how to live my life.?"

Word Of The Day

tristful
[TRIST-fuhl]
-adjective
Definition: Full of sadness; sorrowful.

Blame Game

"Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies"

                                    *Deep Sigh*

November 25th, 2010

I don't agree with this holiday. Puritans came to North America & bullied the Native Americans. Learned their ways & then conquered them. So.....what this "holiday" is signifying is the conquering of the Natives. Way To Go Pilgrims.
On another note...I am very thankful for my life. This thing gets very hectic but I love it. As I love the people in my life.
First, my family. I can't stand them most of the time. They always be on some type bullshit. Always arguing, fussin, cussin, fightin, gossipin, & carryin on but we stay down for each other. We love each other & at the end of the day...that's all that matters.!
I am thankful for my extended families. I love em all. Kisses.
To my good friends... I am thankful for all of you and if not every day, every other day I tell you how much I love yall. My Twin (claudia) I love yo whole life. I know I can always count on you. You stay holdin me down with all that good ol quarter baby lovin. My bnL (shanesha)... Man. I went from not likin you to lovin you in a matter of years. Lol I thought you were gonna steal my besfrn. Booooy was I wrong. You get me through some of my bad days with your ever so encouraging words & prayers. I love you. Locito....awwwe chu papas. Lol you most certainly do alot for me. Always lookin out for me. I appreciate that. We had our ugly times....reeeeaal ugly times but we overcame it fairly well. Looooooove. To my lil papacito, my only Jizito, my beautiful. No matter how much we disagree. Get into minor fall outs over petty stuff. Go without talkin. I know I got a good friend in you. Even on yo off days you stay on for me. Lol "my friends told me that when you leave yo socks on the couch means you love me or something." Lol thank you.! My fav. (Ry.Jones) you know I love your entire life. We've put some years on our belt. It's a real unspoken connection with us. We just get each other & it been that way since day one.! I can always get that tough love from you. And you don't ever judge my randomness or me period. Keith & Tiff. My left and right. Lol I dont even have enough words to express how thankful I am for you two. Last but not least my STINKY.! Omg. I love him to death. He done pushed me away & I never left his side. He stay havin my back. I cant fathom my life without that man. I don't care what nobody says, blood couldnt make us nooooooo closer. We got an undying unconditional uncensored kinda love and he holds one of the keys to my heart. My 2 loving and caring best friends. Yall know what it is.! I tell yall EVERYDAY. Nikkole, Nick, Jonathan, Shy Guy, I love and appreciate yall.
To the people that didnt make it. Thanks for exiting my life. Some of you didnt leave calmly and quietly. It's okay. I trying to better myself so...thanks for whatever we had. And thank you even more for being who you are.
Lets go COWBOYS.!

CKB

"Chest to chest
Nose to nose
Palm to palm
We were always just that close
Wrist to wrist
Toe to toe
Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose
So how come when I reach out my finger
It feels like more than distance between us
In this California king bed
Were 10000 miles apart
I'll be California wishing on the stars
For you're heart on me
My California king"
I know how it feels to be so close to someone, physically. But emotionally, you were 10,000 apart. It hurts because you love that person but the feeling is gone between each other. You've become just space keepers. Bed warmers. Eye candy for the public. Yet, with all of the distance, you don't know how to let go. You may not want to let go. You pray & wish & wish pray that things will work themselves out. The feeling of bein in a relationship alone is a horrid feeling.

Fabolous - White & Navy freestyle

Twiturm.com - Fabolous - White & Navy freestyle

I freakin love Fab.! Chipped tooth & all. WHITE & NAVY, WHITE & NAVY, WHITE & NAVY, WHITE & NAVY.! Ummmm now anticipating the entire song. Whoooop where it's at.?

Simplistic Beauty

It's nothing like finding beauty in the simplest of thing. A picture of a purple rose or the shape of a cloud. To take a picture that doesn't come out the way you planned but you end up falling in love with it's flaws. A plain Jane or average Joe. Or two children playing without a care in the world. Their innocence beaming from their happy faces. Laughs & giggles as their vivid imaginations conjure jokes someone of an older age wouldn't get. If you can't find beauty in something other than a pretty face with make up. Or something so simply you wouldn't consider beautiful. My heart goes out to you.

The Black Rose

Yesterday, I found a rose.

The most stunning rose I'd ever seen.

It was a sight to see.

It was different.

Not a red rose & not a white.

My rose was black.

The most beautiful black rose.

When I lay eyes on this rose I began to cry.

For I felt the struggle of this unique perennial.

Being casted out by society for being different.

Talked about because of it's color.

Not being acknowledged for it's strength.

To be picked under the classic red rose.

I felt as if this rose were me.

I continued to examine my rose & I smiled.

It gave me hope.



My Wish

I wish I may I wish I might,

Have this wish I wish tonight,

I hope my wish indeed comes true,

This wish I wish to be with you.

The Intruder

I drifted off waiting for Kaylin to come home. In his business, he works late hours with no benefits. The pay is nice but he definitely doesn't have a 401k or a pension.
It had to be 3a.m. when I was awaken to a pistol in my back. Frozen with fear, I lay paralyzed in my king size bed. Slightly exposed to a masked intruder.
"Where's the safe?", he asked in a low tone.
He rummaged through the night stands looking for valuables. When I didn't answer he nudged me again with his gun.
"Please, take my purse," I pleaded. My voice shook with every word.
He snatched my designer Prada bag and dumped it's contents on the floor with a gloved left hand. He still had the 9mm pointed at me as he picked up my wallet and searched for the cash.
"900$?", he questioned. "What am I gon' do wit this. I'm tryna get paid, ma. Where's the dough bitch".?
"Please. That's all I have. Take it. Just please don't hurt me."
"That aint enough, Ma."
He searched the closet high and low. When he found nothing, he socked the wall with his fist. He continued to search my bedroom frantically for any goods. He stopped when he reached my panty drawer. Carefully he felt under the panel of the dresser.
"Oh!", he exclaimed. "I'm not the only one totin' bangers". He laughed as he pulled out my own gun.
The intruder picked up my favorite lace boyshorts and sniffed them. He located the matching bra & rubbed it across his face. I stared in disgust as he pleasured himself with my under garments. I noticed the large bulge in his pants. "Oh God, no" I thought. My unwanted guest focus his attention on me.
"Put these on", he ordered me.
I dreaded getting out of get bed. I could feel his eyes staring at me as I peeled back the sheets. My pedicure toes touched the plush carpet as I stepped out of the bed. Of all nights I chose to sleep in nothing but Kaylin's NYU tshirts. My assailant's eyes crept up my long legs. He watched as I pulled the lace panties past my thick thighs. Releasing his member he sat in the lucious chair that sat in the corner. Stroking himself, he commanded that I take off my oversized shirt. I complied out of fear. Praying that Kay would be pulling  up any minute.
"You's a pretty one. Turn around and let me see that ass," he demanded.
I felt his cold hands on my flesh as me rubbed my plump ass. I knew he liked what he saw. Kaylin did also. I had one of those video girl butts. The kind that guys and girls admired. No stretch marks or those hideous burn marks like that porn star bitch Montana Fishburne. Before I knew it he was standing behind me. I could feel his dick pressed against my ass. Oh how I wanted my fiancé to come to my rescue. Without warning he ripped my shirt exposing my hardened nipples. I hurried to cover my breast as he ran his clammy hands down my back. He patted my ass ghen pushed me onto the bed.
"Don't do this," I cried. "My fiancé will pay you. Please don't do this. I'm begging you."
"Shut up. I don't want the money. I want this sweet pussy".
He began to rub my hairless mound as I lay face down on the bed. As much as I tried to fight the feeling I couldnt control my body's reaction. My pussy began to moisten as he slipped two fingers inside of my love tunnel.
"Stop. Please, stop.", I weakly said.
"You know you want this, Ma. Yo man cant give you what I can. Now be quiet."
I whimpered as I felt him shift behind me. Suddenly I felt the flicker of his tongue on my pearl. He made his way from the bottom back to the top of my pussy. Getting it wetter with every lick. He came up and eased his way inside of me.
"Nooo," I moaned softly.
My plea fell on deaf ears. He inched his way in deeper and deeper. I hate to admit that he felt good. His love boat was a perfect fit in my pleasure cave. He picked up his pace as he gripped my hips & pulled me onto him. Faster & faster. I could tell he was about to reach his peak. He licked two of his fingers and squeezed my pierced nipple. The reaction was shocking. My love muscle locked around his pole. He pumped harder & harder. Finally he let out a groan & shivered. My intruder got himself together.
"Dont move. Count to 1,000 before you get out of the bed. If I look back and see you...I will be back."
He place a pillow over my face as he climbed out of the window.
"1, 2, 3, " I counted before drifting off.
I was awaken by Kaylin's sweet kisses. I smile as I slipped my tongue into his mouth & kissed him passiontely.
"Baby, you make a good robber." I giggle. He smiled & nestled his head on my chest. I played in his hair as he drifted off to sleep. I thought about the next role we would play. I was definitely going to be the bad.

I'm In Love

I woke up and realized...I'm in love. It didn't just happen over night. I'm not that kind of girl. We've been having an on going affair. It's crazy. He gives me what I want. More so he gives me what I need. How could I not love him? He caters to my every desire. Makes me feel good. I mean real good. His kisses in the morning are enough to brighten my day. His nightly embrace gives me a certain security no other is able to provide. I know I'm not the only woman in love with him. He's quite the ladies man. I don't care though. Whenever Ineed him he's there for me. I can't believe he has such a captivating effect on me. He can make my legs shake. Make my body quake & make me ... arrive. Over & over & over. I could never leave him. even if I wanted to. I'm so under his spell. It's like I'm in a trance. I know he loves me too but I can't be his only. He has to please us all. That's fine by me as long as he continues to give me what I want & need. Music I'll always love you!

Crazy Love

"Love & insanity are somewhat related in the way that they make us act." _Ne-Yo

The Music vs. The People

My love of music exceeds my love of people. People, they disappoint you more than music ever will.

"Turn your face to the sunshine and all the shadows will fall behind"

                                                    _Helen Keller

A Kiss

"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous" _Unknown

"Faith, Trust, & Pixie Dust.!" Lol I'm watching Tinkerbell & The Great Fairy Rescue.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by

Robert 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.

This is one of my absolute favorite poems. My 11th grade english teacher made me translate this and was shocked when I did it with such ease.

Ursula

Underestimated
Rebellious
Sensual
Unusual
Lovely
Alluring

Rain

I want the rain to fall hard to mask the tears that run down my face. 21 years of hurt, pain, disappointment, heartache, betrayal, anguish, hate, fear, and many unanswered questions. Wash away my sorrows so when the rain stops & the sun beams again. I can smile along with it.

"You don't study to remember because then you'll forget. You study to understand and then you'll remember"

Like/Love/Lust

Do you know the differnces between like, love, and lust?

There is a difference, right? It isn't just me who thinks there's a difference, is it? It took me a while to distinguish the three but I think I may have it.

To like is to find agreeable. To like a person is to agree with their personality, looks, thoughts, company, etc. You could LIKE someone that you just met. You may agree with their beauty but not with their thoughts. So you'll tolerate the nonsense that spews from their lips. You'll put up with the silly antics because you LIKE to be seen in public with them because they do compliment you well when out. You may like to talk to them even tho they aren't easy on the eyes. Talk to them all day everyday buBut you don't love them. Yet, you may LOVE their sex ..... hmmmmmmmm

Now love is a little more complex. See no one can actually place a finger on what love is. All that we know is It's a strong affection. It is definitely stronger than like. But to define it is difficult. Everyone has their own perception of love but all will accede that when you stumble across real love you'll know.

Lust. Hmmm I think we've all experienced lust. You don't have to love a person to lust them. ou may like something about them though. Lust usually deals with sexual desire. STRONG sexual desires. Have you ever lusted a person? Thinkin about how good it would feel to engage in amative activities with someone in which you LIKE their physical attributes.

This is only my opinion. You may disagree with my thoughts and that's okay. Thanks for reading my thoughts on the matter. I appreciate it.

Sneak*y
[snee-kee]
-adjective
sneakier, sneakiest
like or suggestive of a sneak; furtive; deceitful

Li*ar
[lahy-er]
-noun
one who tells lies

Ma*nip*u*late
[muh-nip-yuh-leyt]
-verb (used with object)
--lated, -lating
to manage or handle with skill or cunning

Hyp*o*crite
[hip-uh-krit]
-noun
person given to hypocrisy

Hy*poc*ri*sy
[hi-pok-ruh-see]
-noun
--sies
the false professing of qualities such as virtue piety, etc.

I know/knew what all of these words meant before I placed the definitions on this hear post. It seems to me that some people do NOT know what they mean. I'm baffled at how they don't know what they mean when they demonstrate them on a daily basis. Not only do they demonstrate them on a daily basis but, they use these words to classify others. What I advise is that they look into the mirror.

Crazy

You ever felt yourself slipping away? Like..You feel your bones cracking from the weight of the world on your shoulders. You want to give up because you know you can't take it anymore. You don't want want to hear the lies. Tired of the arguing. Sick of reality itself. As a kid you'd never have fathomed how much stress growing up brought. Relationships with people make everything more exasperating. It's always SOMETHING with SOMEONE. You're too close with this person. Or not close enough with that one. Hanging with certain people start to circulate certain rumors. Ugh. Then you bite your tongue for the sake of peace amongst others. Life at home is  no better. You trust them about as much as you would trust a stranger. As a matter of fact you'd probably trust a stranger more for a stranger would probably judge you less than what your family does. May even sympathize with you. Try to understand you even. Then one day you wake up and you can't take it anymore. You're tired of the lies. The rumors. The back stabbing. The questioning. The emotions. The fake smiles & whispers of people who claim to be your friend. The people who are supposed to be close to you letting people drag your name through the mud and not having enough courtesy to at least say " I'm not trying to hear that ", yet they'll report it to you and not want to say who said what. How can you call yourself a friend if you won't say whose chipping away at your image behind your back? "Bros ain't bros" is a saying that is proven to be true time after time again. Unable to handle the burdens anymore you feel yourself goin crazy. You don't want to but you feel the malice thoughts creeping into your brain from the depths of you. A darl place that you are quite fond of. You left that place long ago and you don't want to go there again. Yet you have no choice. You want everyone who has hurt you to feel what you feel. You want them to hurt. BADLY. You can't stop the tears from cascading down your face and drenching your shirt...It's inevitable you're losin it. What do you do.?

I don't expect anyone to like me. But if you aren't going to like me have a valid reason.

A Random Thought

It kills me that guys be so insecure. Seriously I think they are more insecure than women. They will say they don't care yet they say lil slick shit about situations. If you didn't care you wouldn't say anything stupid. Pisses me all the way off at how they always think someone is always talkin about them. SHUT UP.! You make yourself look so lame and weak. Then you got the ones who call their chick every 10 minutes & text, tweet, aim, facebook, myspace, black planet, send a pigeon in between phone calls. If you have to do all that you shouldn't be with that girl. Duuuuuuh. Lets not forget the guys who get mad when placed in the "friend-zone". What the fuck makes you so special as to be something more than a friend.? Uhhhh please go sit down. I hate to hear guys bitch about males friends. Ummm just because they are friends doesn't mean they are sexin. Once again you make yourself look LAME & WEAK.! This is actually making me mad because I know alot of guys who claim not to care & who yell "fuck bitches. get money", yet the be on social sites with violins and stuff. UBER LAME & ULTRA WEAK. Grow a set.!

You Can't Judge Me

You can't judge me.

I don't see a gown nor gavel

in your possession.

You don't have a fancy name

plate or anything.

You definitely aren't God.

So, what makes you think you

are able to judge me?

You're just as human as I. 

Kirby Maurier

I've been digging this extremely talented up and coming singer signed to ValHolla Entertainment named Kirby Maurier. She's a young lady from Florida (not sure of her city) with such a remarkable voice. I discovered her on www.youtube.com on day in February while looking for covers of Beyonce's song entitled Halo. I came across her video and clicked play. Once Kirby began to sing...I thought "Damn! She gave Beyonce a run for her money on that track" Her vocals so powerful. Crisp and clear notes. I was impressed. So impress I watched all of her videos. Amazing talent. Not to mention she is GORGEOUS.! You can check her out at http://www.youtube.com/user/KirbyMaurier4. Also you can follow her on twitter www.twitter.com/kirbymaurier If you enjoy and appreciate good music you will take my advice and support this young lady. She is definitely hot and I can't wait until her career is well on it's way. Good luck and many blessings to her.

Her single "You" can also be purchased on Itunes. http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/you-radio-edit/id377858545

http://www.youtube.com/redirect?q=http%3A%2F%2Fvalh.us%2Fhalfpastgo&session_token=Ena3BeVmON2b0bR_-RDZuvLdXS98MTI4OTc3MDg2Nw%3D%3D

The Face

That is the face of someone who has been hurt. Someone who has been scarred. Someone who has been betrayed. The face of someone who was lonely. Judged. Misunderstood. That is the face of someone who cries. Someone who gets angry. Someone who fought many a fights. The face of a nerd. Someone who was talked about. A bully. The face of a rebel. That is the face of someone that you didn't know.

That is also the face of someone who laughs. Who smiles. The face of a goofball. A sports lover. Someone who is musically inclined. That is of the face of someone who is intelligent. A hopeless romantic. Someone with a creative mind. A poet. A risk taker. The face of someone you know.

You can't judge a person by their face. Looks can be deceiving.

To Comment Or Not To Comment.?

I really don't understand why alot of people read my blog but you don't comment. You don't even hit the like button. I appreciate the person who disliked my blogs. At least you gave me some type of feed back. It's not that I write for anyone. But I feel that if you're goin to get entertainment from my writings leave a comment. You wouldn't go to a restaurant & not leave a tip for good service. And if you're like my sister if service is bad you wouldn't hesitate to complain. DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T COMMENT. That goes for EVERYONE.!

Back To Bangin

I am bangin' again as of Tuesday.! When I say bangin' I don't mean "Cuhz.! On the set cuhz.!" lol I mean I got my bangs back.! Wooooooooot I missed these ever so irritating bangs.!

It's funny that while I was gettin my hair done and the person doin my hair asked how do you want it. Inside my head I heard "Fatty, don't get no bangs cuuuuz" lol that was beyond funny to me.