I'm a soul-consuming individual. Passion extends to immense measures through my initiation. I write with reason. Occasionally, I make logic, but it's rare to become on a stable comprehensive level with me for I am naturally unpredictable. I am big on spontaneity and I get a radiant kick out of adventure. I love tremendously. I don't expect to become famous but I do have high standards when assumed to encounter someone fresh. I choose whom I want to stay and assist me in living and all that luxurious privileges. Not the girl next door. I'm not ordinary, not amazing.
29 March 2009, 04:47
No rhythm, no biggie
And so the poets live on. Every interpretation they make, they value. The confidence they bring to the stage, they build. The power their poems hold, they recreate every time they get behind that mic. The feelings they possess, they display. The comfort they want, they get. They speak. (J. Sarmiento |like a brother| inspires me most.)
Here I am, thinking poetry is frustrating. Making theories that I can't rhyme, but he tells me that poetry isn't just about rhyming. I had a different opinion after seeing him recite for the second time. Along with the other poets, he's unbelievably inspiring. You may underestimate their appearances, but never underestimate the confidence they have. I want to feel the way they do when they express themselves in that spotlight, behind that mic. It's remarkable what words can do. They can bring smiles, tears, and comfort. They can bring anything.
14 March 2009, 08:29
Perfectly imperfect
Do you ever get that feeling of relief? The one you feel when everything in your life is settled down in one simply perfect day? Your family is not entirely ignorant, but could care less about how drastic your teenage lifestyle has been. Or perhaps your friends don't mind one bit that your boyfriend tags along like an elephant's nose and has the biggest tendencies to kiss you. Maybe, just maybe school didn't matter today. LIFE DID. The people you care about most were happy and carefree in their own little ways and could not find a reason to be in discomfort for more than five minutes.
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I have had that day. It was indefinitely phenomenal. Rare, I use that word. But yeah, it was definitely a favorite. Endless laughter, countless hours of gossip and just hanging out, eating till our tummies were super full, aaaaaand all that good stuff. I needed this getaway even though it was only for a few hours. I'd do it again tomorrow if I could, but days like this one can only last for a while.
I love out-of-the-blue breezy days.:)
04 March 2009, 04:34
Cause and Effect
My head throbs in one particular area. I've been absent-minded the entire day despite my optimism. I should've listened to D.C when she said to be on bed rest for specifically one to two days. BLAH. I hate the sneezing, consequently creating chest pain and more throbbing. I hate having a weak immune system, consequently making me ill when even the tiniest rain drop falls from the sky. I hate not being able to eat well, consequently causing my tummy to growl for food. I hate people who purport to be intelligent and act like complete poops when they're acknowledged by whomever they were entertaining. BASICALLY.
And what do I hate the most? Not being able to see you, you fascination, you.
I'm a soul-consuming individual. Passion extends to immense measures through my initiation. I write with reason. Occasionally, I make logic, but it's rare to become on a stable comprehensive level with me for I am naturally unpredictable. I am big on spontaneity and I get a radiant kick out of adventure. I love tremendously. I don't expect to become famous but I do have high standards when assumed to encounter someone fresh. I choose whom I want to stay and assist me in living and all that luxurious privileges. Not the girl next door. I'm not ordinary, not amazing.