ISLY More... Always...
Monday, 02 November 2009
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SYSTEM OF CONDITION
I'm existin within your system of condition/
Your preconceived eulogies constantly create my ammunition/
And with them... I define the confines of my identity/
So everyday I'm afraid I'm exactly what I seem to be/
Because shrapnel from my shattered heart has surfaced through my tears/
And the scars of my past have embedded in my skin through the years/
While you targeted your thought torpedoes to fragment my brain/
So I'd believe when you say there's nothing more for me to gain/
Then the grenades of growing pains caused the collapse of my entire frame/
Leaving nothing but my name left for me to stake my claim/
If you deem my life unworthy of living/
Cause the odds against me are constantly building/
Then you already know your system of condition is only aidin in my killin/
BUT I WANT TO LIVE
Well if my living means that I derail from this lane/
Please don't stand in the way of my oncoming train/
That'll break through every barricade so I can parade my way to victory/
Until I can finally etch S-K-D into the pages of history/
When I'm no longer existin within YOUR system of conditions/
Cause I've... uncovered all the lies you've disguised by your omissions/
Cause I'm... unwillin to live my life based on your calculated decisions/
So I'm... changin this arrangement with some personal revisions/
Until your conditional system is erased and replaced with my own permissions/
And MY system of condition is the only one I'm livin.
ISLYmore 10/25/2009
(i know its been a long time coming... i know... but i've been busy completing my book. Now I have a lil more time to write... so hope this goes over well. I'll be back soon enuf. i missed u all.)
Saturday, 20 June 2009
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Dear....
Dear God....
It's been a very long time. And no, I don't have all the words or all the thoughts. But I'm realizing that it's okay to be that way sometimes. Sometimes a person has to just stop talking and stop thinking and just let. Let. Let the bad in with the good. Let the sad in with the happiness. Let the pain in with the pleasure. Let the sunshine in with the rain. Just let.
As you know, I've lived my life so long, so long living my life how I thought it should be lived. Not stepping back and letting you guide my life for me. So here we are, to the present, when it seems like my life is falling apart or had fallen apart soooooo terribly that I had absolutely NO idea how it was going to find order. I still have NO idea how it's going to find order. But I'm certain that it will.
And maybe nobody will understand how it feels to wake up worried. Terrified that another day will pass you by and you have accomplished nothing other than existing. I've spent days just... walking the Earth, seeing time pass by before me and nobody knew how I felt on the inside. Because I never told them, I never admitted it to myself. I felt like I was invisible. I felt like people looked at me and even though I could physically smile, it took every bit of anything I had inside me to muster up enough strength not to cry because I was broken. Broken by men, women, family. I am still broken...
... but YOU are the glue that holds it all together. And I wasn't giving YOU you're just credit until now. Look how far YOU have brought me!!!! Because there is no way I could've made it this far without YOUR hand on me!
Now, I wake up with a new feeling. It's no longer dread. I wake up excited because I'm not worried. Because I'm not sad. I'm not exhausted from going through the motions of every day. And it's a great feeling to wake up excited because there is a light at the end of this long, rocky tunnel. And I know YOU can take me there. I just have to reach out for YOU. So... I'm reaching.
Please take my hand.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
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I Am Some Kind Of Woman
So... Something I wrote. I like it. Feedback please. (Shout out to Larry who gave me the idea!)
I am some kind of woman and I dare you to disagree
I could pour my soul out before you and you’d never understand me
You see this soul… MY SOUL… is constantly overflowing
With pain, pleasure, promise, and praise and I’m still growing
The ‘me’ you knew just yesterday is so far from the ‘me’ today
I could point you in all the right directions and you’d never come my way
The pieces to my puzzle are scattered, they aren’t for you to find
You could try to fit them one by one, but you’d never unlock my mind
I’M UNDEFINED
The definition of me is one that has yet to be discovered
Study every book and find I’m the one topic that hasn’t been covered
Because you cant learn anything about me from simply reading
I’ll tell you everything you need to know and you still wont believe me
I am the daughter of every mother… every woman is within
His rib begat my rib and that is only where my story begins
The wisdom of grandmothers passed is stored inside my cerebral safe
The determination of mothers raising fatherless sons paves my way
The strength of sisters taking care of siblings fuels my spirits daily
The pride of daughters looking up to me is what continues to save me
My heartbeat pounds like the biggest drum sounds from Mother Africa
My stare is as cold as the coldest winter in the coldest corners of Antarctica
Every woman from every corner of the world has some trace inside this one
Each of them is a part of me and there is nothing that can make me undone
I am this and that woman; she is me…I am her… that may be too hard to see
But I am some kind of woman, if you doubt me, try me, I dare you to disagree.
ISLYmore © 2/19/09
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
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Mothers/Fathers
(Topic: Mothers, Style: Diamante, Emotion: Random - None )
Mothers
Beautiful, Powerful
Caring, Nursing, Shouldering
Women, Daughters, Sons, Men
Protecting, Teaching, Braving
Strong, Wise
Fathers
ISLYmore © 2/18/09
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I Pray
yeah so im back... dont know how long. cant really say. but i hope you enjoy the next few pieces i present. please, feel free to comment.
I pray today that some day you’d sway my way
They say… speak it into existence, this instant I claim
No fame, no games, no shame, and no reign
Unless you bless me with this gift – your name
A flame, my soul has grown for a face that I have never known
I own every thought of him, because of him every emotion is shown
I can’t deny that I have tried to hide the feelings I have for him
He belongs to me, my mystery that I have yet to decide to begin
Because decoding it would be too quick, I want to savor all of this
Starting with the touch I crave and the kisses that I already miss
As if they exist or did in a past, if so I’ve yet to remember them
So each time I pray you sway my way that day I wont have to pretend.
ISLYmore © 2/16/2009
Monday, 09 February 2009
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Father
So... I'm experimenting. If you dislike it.. let me know... if you like it... let me know. Either way. I flipped cards. (Style: Terza Rima: A-B-A, B-C-B, C-D-C, D. Topic: Father(s), Emotion: Dried Up)
My father never told me he loved me, the man never said a single word
Hatred stirred and the venom spread, as if this pain would never finish
Because he never said goodbye, only the slam of a door is what I heard
Years I awaited this man’s return, the tears that streamed my face had no limit
Until they ended when I realized… that man was never really coming back
And it didn’t matter how I felt, it didn’t matter how much or hard I pretended
He was never there for me, to me he didn’t even exist, this is simply a fact
That the man I wanted in my life for all my life, didn’t even have a place
So I’ve left the dreams of that man in the past right next to the father I lack
And now I’m not ashamed to admit… …that I can’t even remember his face.
2/9/2009 © ISLYmore
Thursday, 29 January 2009
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This Poem Is Not About You
(So... as usual, there is a preface to this piece. I love it. Period. If you don't understand it... maybe it isn't for you to. I hope you can appreciate it though, maybe you can't. Who really knows. But... I really love it. Been a LONG time since I felt that way about a piece I wrote.)
This poem is not about you BUT... it's about you
Every thing you said to me that wasn't ever true
And all the things you said I'd never be able to do
Because you... simply... aren't that important in reality
You only had power because I thought you were so real to me
When you were really only what I needed you to be
I asked you for support, of course you gave what you could
I leaned because you welcomed me, beside me is where you stood
But this poem... has never EVER been about you
It's always been about me, but all you see is Y-O-U
Because that's all your eyes allow you to view
But what you're eyes don't allow you to see
Is that THIS poem... has always been about me
Cause I bear the burden of the hurting on my shoulder
Self told me be strong, I'm trying is what I told her
Self said that's not enough, tough is what the world is made of
Dammit girl, get it together, what is it that you're afraid of
And... my life took a pause...
Because...
I was so busy including you in my life, I lost sight of me
Sight of all my dreams, all the things I wanted myself to be
Seeeeeee..... Wanting you in my life was easy to do
But putting you out was a game you refused to lose
Because you think it's always been about you
It could never, ever be about what I learned about me
Through your petty arrogant eyes, I finally saw that she
That I always knew I was but was just too damn afraid to embrace
The she that was waiting to burst thru the broken pieces and replace
ME
Cause she had always been inside, I was just too blind to see
That I didn't really need you, but you may have needed me
And this poem... has still... never EVER been about you
It's always been about me, but all you will see is the Y, the O, and the U
Because that's all that you're self-absorbed eyes will allow you to view.1/29/2009 © ISLYmore
Friday, 23 January 2009
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I Feel...
I feel
broken...
everyday
i am broken more
and more
over and over again
by thoughts
that dance in my mind repetitively
i shatter
into smaller pieces continually
because the mirror taunts me
constantly
i am broken
i am battered
i am bruised
and i am...
the broken pieces
they are all me
you must accept them
if you accept me
for they are
a part of me.
Thursday, 22 January 2009
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Xanga Crushes??? Really???
Well... someone has started a new epidemic have they? Admitting your xanga crushes are we? Hmm... I might regret this later, but I doubt it. I don't really care if they know or if they care!!! So... my xanga crushes are the following people.
Ste'phane Parker ... I mean, who wouldn't crush on this guy? Somewhere between his words, his voice, his gap, his lips... sometimes even I find myself getting lost in that trance and imagining... hmm, I won't go into any details. Because he is a mind reader... he can figure it out on his own. But then... some days - he's like the brother I wish I had, the friend I go to for the best advice, the listener who always has an opinion and someone I truly admire simply because he is who he is. He's smart. He's a writer. He's driven. He's adorable. He's sexy. He's built (altho a little skinny for my personal taste). He loves women appropriately. He's upfront. He's got great motion. He's a lover, not a fighter... but he will kick a dude's ass if he steps to you the wrong way. He's a freak! And who doesn't love that?
Matt Smith ... Hello?? What female that roams around Xanga regularly doesn't know this guy and love this guy? I secretly wish upon stars for him!! He's witty, he's smart, he's attractive, he's sexy, he's sarcastic, he's honest, he's cocky... (okay, okay... you're confident
). He knows what he wants out of life, knows what he doesn't want. He knows who he is. He can analyze you because he's a closet shrink. Doubt me? He can't wait to rub that psych degree in your face!
Plus... he endures the cold weather even though he dislikes it, but he secretly loves Ohio. He loves football, loves cereal! How can you not like that? And he always makes sure the toilet tissue is facing the right way!?!?! What more could you ask for? Come on. Only problem... he doesnt know flirting when it's in his face. Lucky me, I haven't started flirting with him... yet.Sexy Sam ... because he's wonderfully articulate, sexier than... i dunno what but he's sexy. Check out his profile pic if you doubt me! He always make me laugh reading his blogs. He's so damn wonderful to read. Visit him sometimes. The guy has excellent thoughts and the way he describes things never lets you down. He's so adorable, he's handsome and he's smart! He's wildly creative too. Fun to be around, I assume. And he's just an all around interesting character. Someone I truly believe is worth wanting to know.
Adrian ... Now he should already know why!!! I'm kinda thinkin tho - who doesn't know why? I've admitted to it, many times. He's a cutie, he's quick to put someone on blast when they need it, he's secretly shy but not really shy. He enjoys a good time. He's a character. Did I mention he's a cutie? He is honest and serious about his business. He's positioning himself to get where he wants in life... He's a cool guy, plus... he's packing! *Darn it, I juss had to put that in there didn't I?*
Kyle ... I won't put your last name on here for your personal privacy. But... his voice is soooo sexy. I think we secretly crush on each other from our safe places miles away. Lucky for you and lucky for me as well or we'd be sooo much trouble for each other. He's tall, handsome, sexy. Beautiful eyes. Great physique. Did I mention his voice will make you weak in the knees? He's seductive. He's smart. He's a great writer. Loves the kids. Great mentor. Overall - great dude. Some woman will be entirely too lucky when she catches him.
Now that these crushes have been admitted... don't think I will be pursuing anything with these handsome devils or any of the ones I didn't admit to (wink, wink). They are technically off limits to me, so... I will just have to crush on them from a distance. I won't be flying to anyone's town to see them, I won't be secretly sending them messages about how I heart them, and I most definitely WONT feel any embarrassment about admitting this. It was all in fun.
Don't be so serious guys!
*Okay... I might regret this later.*
Tuesday, 20 January 2009
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The Time Is Now
I was home today, enjoying history being made from my couch. Imagining all of the wonderful experiences people all over the world were having. I heard every commentator possible speak on the profound affect this experience will have on America. So here it is 11:15 and I am wide eyed, eyes still red from all the tears I shared with my parents. I chose to sit home with my parents to share this moment with them.
My parents.
I listened to them so strongly speak about what this means to them and I could do nothing but thank God that they lived to see it come to pass before their eyes. My parents who were born in the 50s, alive and well during the 60s. Who attended segregated schools, then integrated schools, and the things they experienced simply for their skin. My father is not a crier, he is not emotional. He is on the opposite end of the spectrum actually. And even he was misty eyed. And that is something I will never forget. My parents who were so deeply moved by today that there were no more words shared for minutes after Barack Obama was inaugurated. We simply flipped from channel to channel to channel, watching and tivo'n everything we could. So we could have this moment, this time, this happening for the future.
I am 27 years old. I am apart of the demographic that helped carry Obama into the White House and I couldn't have more pride for this generation and the future generations to come. Because we will carry this moment in our hearts for the rest of our lives. We will forever remember this day. We will tell the stories to our children and their children. It will be in history books. If you didn't watch it, didn't see a PART of it, didn't want to see any of it... It was a beautiful thing. A very beautiful thing. And while I try to hold back my tears, America never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. But I am proud to be an American. On this day. At this defining moment. Aren't you? And it's so much deeper for me than him being a black man. Look at all the images of the crowds and look at all the images of who supports this man. It's not about black people supporting black people. It's about EVERYONE supporting the RIGHT man. And forgive me for being so WOWED at America.I sat on my couch and watched the images of Bush thru the years... in only 7 yrs he aged what seemed like 40 yrs. And I sat there and began to feel so much shame. For disliking this man so much. For having so much anger towards him. In that moment, I realized he was just another man, he was human. He has feelings. He hurts, he cries, he fears. And although his decisions weren't always the best ones, he made the decisions he felt were the best at the time. Somethings he could have done wiser, some things he could have addressed in a more timely manner, but he did what he could. And I truly hate that his legacy as a president will be tarnished because of how things fell apart in the end.
President Obama... I pray for you. I pray for your family. I pray for your advisors and trusted friends. I worry for you, that America will not be so kind all the time. You have a long road ahead of you. So much to repair, rebuild, and recreate. But you have the endurance that so many lack. You have the persistence, the drive... that so many need to be able to see. For that, we thank you. You have followers who are faithful, who will ride with you until the end, but know that you have followers who will not be faithful, who will turn on you when they feel the time is right for them. Be mindful of all that has happened before you, mindful of all that has happened to get America to this day. Continue to remember the little people, the people who needed something to believe in. Never forget where you have been, never forget where you are going, and never forget what you have burned into the hearts of Americans, what we needed to find again... HOPE.
The time is now... What do you plan to do to see America restored?
Saturday, 10 January 2009
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Don't Wanna Be Mushy...
But I'm about to. Some may be longer than others - but you all have become my family in one way or another.
Mr. Ste'phane... You already know how I feel about you, but for those who don't know, this man helped me find the will to push again. You pushed me to wake up. To stop living so deeply rooted in my past and to move forward, to knock to the walls, and keep striving. For that I will forever love him in ways I will love no other man. You've never made me feel ashamed. You never let me believe I was a failure. You never allowed me to feel pity or stupid. You never let me down. You always reached your hand out to me and that... is truly... You know what it is. You taught me so much about 'men' and 'women' and 'arenas' and 'games' and 'puzzles'. He definitely is what a real woman would desire, so I understand ladies!!
But... honestly, I don't think I will ever be able to forget you or what you have given me. You pushed me to write again, something I long forgotten I loved to do. You pushed me to believe in myself and you've never allowed me to feel any less than talented. I will forever owe him a huge debt. You gotta special place in my heart and it grows each time we speak. He's the real deal folks, I'd vouch for him anyday. Ms. Alisa... You are a wonderful example of what a teacher should be. Nurturing, caring, considerate, and honest. You are so high on my list of Xanga fans now, you will never know what your challenge will continue to do for me. You singlehandedly made me be honest with myself, which for some reason I was having the hardest time doing so. I appreciate you very much, I respect you highly, and I hope to only get to know you better. And you continue to show us what the world is like for you and the example of an honest independent woman. I will always look up to you.
Mr. Larry Gene... Your name is real deal ol' skool playa and I love it. You are truly one of the first men on this site that got me to open up and I respect that truly. There's no game about you, no lies. You are straight up real and how can that not be respected. You are a special dude, keep treating Trenay right or we might have some problems, ya hear? Keep learning to be human baby boy, it's not such a terrible world ya know. Thank you for welcoming me into your world with no conclusions as to who I was and what I wanted from you. You are genuinely a good man and I love that about you. You are caring and it's a treasure to laugh and argue with you.
Ms. Courtney... You make me smile all the time. I enjoy you for your growing phase in life. Just remember that every day is a growing phase in life. Keep learning more about yourself until you can't know yourself any better. Never forget the lessons you have learned in life, no matter how small or big. They will always impact your life. Thank you for being so sweet and never shielding yourself from me. I will always be an ear if you need it. Remember that okay? I have always felt like you were my little sister for some reason.
Mr. Dwayne... You always make me laugh. That is so important to me. You keep me current on sports, you always have something positive to say and I appreciate that so much. You have never made me feel unimportant and what woman would dislike that? You shouted me out for my birthday, which NO ONE ELSE did. You have always been such a great character to know and for that, I will always dig ya style.
Ms. Pennie... I have had a soft spot for you since I first ran across your blog. You have always made me feel like I was special. Like I had a calling. Like I had a place and I have always had such a connection with you from the beginning. I knew there was something about you that drew me to you and it is simply because you are a beautiful, caring, sensitive woman. And I respect all of that. Never let anyone take it from you. Keep praying Pennie. I appreciate your friendship and your utter honesty.
Mr. Mark... You have always made me want to be better than what I allowed myself to be. Never letting me doubt myself or fall prey to any belief in my failures. I have always been a fan, always will be. Thank you for being so kind from the beginning. It's truly been wonderful to know you.
Ms. Amanda... You too have always been so honest with me. You have never had a bad word to say about me, always been so nice. I have appreciated knowing you and getting to know you. You impressed me from the beginning. You are a wonderful mother, such a sweet person and you're so young! I admire you very much for what you have been thru and what you have gained. Keep being so strong so you can teach your daughter to be just like you.
Ms. Monica... Since day one, I have always identified with you. Something about you has always been a bright bulb in my head. I have wanted no more than to be an ear, support you in whatever paths you've decided to take and I never really knew why. Now I do, I see so much of myself in you and I want to make sure you don't stumble over the same blocks I did in life. Thank you for allowing me to come into your life and voice my opinion about your life. It's truly been special. You, too, have always been my little sister.
Ms. Ashley... Thank you for being brutally honest with me about my work, it's truly an honor to have someone tell you the gut-wrenching truth. Thank you for welcoming me into your life. You've always been so sweet and so real. Keep doing you girl. The world will fall at your feet.
Nomo... You truly are the king of this writing thing. Keep writing, I'll keep reading. I'll stay a fan until you stop.
Adrian, 'Nique, B'Poetic, aMnSWords, DeAdrell, Mahogany_Nymph, BeautifulCinnamon... Thank you all for allowing me to creep into your lives and watch from my distant corner in Dallas. Thank you all for being some of the realest and truest. Keep on being who you are and I will keep sneaking into your life from Dallas.
If I have missed anyone, it's not because you aren't special. It's simply because, these people have read my life and know me so much better than some of my closest friends and I wanted to thank them for WANTING to get to know me. Thank you for welcoming me. Thank you for being who you are above all else. I love you all for that and I will always love them for that. They have become my small Xanga family. You have no idea what you missed. It's going on the protected list.
And now I'm all boo-hoo'n and cryin'... Look what ya'll have done to me. I'm soft MANE!
Wednesday, 07 January 2009
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Step Up to the Plate - Challenge Pt. 1
"Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish." -John Jakes
From a rec I visited SoAnonyMiss's blog. She offered a challenge to her 12th grade students and challenged the rest of xanga to do it too. The details of the challenge can be found HERE. In short, you copy this quote to the top of your blog then you write about yourself in the most open and honest form about the things that are relevant to you. Your fears, strengths, whatever you want. When you finish your challenge, tag her to it so she can find it....and if you don't mind...tag me too....Well... here's BlueRebel's and here's Larry's.
Now here's mine:
Shenee - The Unrated Version
Now I am taking this blog in a different direction, kinda. I want everyone who reads to know that the basis of this blog is to be brutally honest with myself. so I will do that and it will open wounds. it may hurt. it may shock you, it may open thoughts that are similar for you. it may make you look at me differently, but personally... if I am to be brutally honest...
I really dont care how YOU feel about ME. I have enough troubles dealing with how I feel about ME, dealing with how you may feel about me... is really low on my list of concerns. But I do care how YOU feel about ME (just not with what this blog deals with). This is me, brutally honest and real, with me. So if your job is to judge me, be prepared to be removed from my friends list!
You think you know.... But you have no idea... I have lived a very fast life. I couldn't tell you what happened the years of 2005 or 2006 or really 2007. I only know what's in my journal, because it's in my journal. I remember some things, but not the entire events of the years because I was a drug and liquor addict. I drank to forget. I drank to have "fun". I drank because my friends were doing it and I didn't want to be the oddball. I drank because? DAMMIT the liquor TASTED so good. I smoked marijuana because it was an easy escape. It gave me the power to run from real life and live in the high. The option to forget the wrong I was doing and embrace the "right". Or so I thought then. I did more than smoke marijuana. I had problems that I ran from. I didn't accept me, I didn't believe in me. I didn't LIKE me.
I took ecstacy and snorted cocaine as well. I loved being high. And I never admitted to anyone that I was an addict until just now, with this blog. It is the first time I have said it, the first time I can look back at myself and agree with the possibility. And it's true. Don't confuse it, I wasn't the "leave my babies at home, while I go buy some drugs" addict. I was the "had an 8-5 job I worked faithfully everyday, paid bills regularly, went to church on Sundays, no one ever knew" addict. Because NO ONE KNEW (except those that were involved with me in the activities). But I was an addict and technically that makes me still an addict.
They say you never get over the addiction, you just grow away from it, you lose the taste for it. Yet, you still wake up some mornings thinking... "I wonder if"... and it's true but one day, I just stopped. I stopped and I haven't really looked back. It took me months to understand why I was living the way I was and some days I still wonder what pushed me over the edge... but what I'm learning pushed me over the edge wasn't one single act. It wasn't a chain of things. It was living everyday, waking up every morning feeling like I could no longer handle living. Like my life should be entirely different than it was and it was my fault that it was rolling down the path it was on. And the snowball was beginning to be bigger than I could control. Top that all off with the revelation that I have an addictive personality. Whatever I am going to do, I do it incessantly. Until I tire from it, until it gets exhausting to think about it. Drinking, smoking, popping pills, snorting cocaine all fell into that addictive personality and combined to make me... an addict. I felt my heart slowing and it was funny. I felt my heat draining and it was normal. I wanted to die then. I felt no will to live. I felt no want to continue, nothing to strive for. And even now... on my worst days, those feelings come back. I had to evaluate my friends and family members. Were they serving me a purpose? Was I gaining anything from being their friend? And in the end... I had a lot more no's than I had yes'. It sucked. It hurt. It made me wonder how low were my standards.
So I shut down. I stopped wanting friends, stopped trusting the ones I did have. I stopped trusting me. Until I found me again. Which didn't happen until about 6 months ago and the adventure is FAR from over. I'm learning everyday. I'm accepting myself more every day. I have been blessed to meet some of the most inspirational people in the last 6 months. I am so very glad I came back. Seeing their lives and reading their experiences make me understand that I am not alone, I have something better to strive for. Something more to do. They make me want to live. They make me want to push a little harder, they make me feel welcome, like failure is not an option. They believe in me, which helps me believe in me when I start to falter.But the ledge still exists and I wonder how long I will linger between wanting to fall off again and feeling like my life will be better if I keep pushing...
But I keep pushing if not only for me, but for the people who stand behind me - accepting me for me as I am learning to do myself. I am an addict, I am human, I've made mistakes, I am growing, I am learning how to love me even when I feel like I don't deserve it. I've been up, I've been down. I've hated myself, I've loved myself, I'd forgotten how to love myself, I'm finding that love again.
Now I'm somewhere in the middle and I accept that because I know where I have been and I'm still wanting to love... me.
(I guess you do too now.)
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So, I read you're a dancer. Do you know how to Madison?- Posted 11/4/2008 1:18 AM
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