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Last Updated: 11/20/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 28
Sign: Pisces

City: SCHWEINFURT,SACRAMENTO(GREENHAVEN)-CA
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/10/2007

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July 22, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:random
they say to error is human
yet some "can't" accept their mistakes
they believe in the impossible,
the unattainable, perfection.

they say thou shall not judge,
but we still do,
we call them out as haters
cause hatinn is what they do.
no reason to get mad,
maybe you should jus work on yourself,
stay the fuck outta mine,
cause Im gonna stay on my grind.
don't judge me too long,
cause you'll be left behind.

they say you shouldn't lust,
go around saying shit,
like I really do love.....
you?
perhaps.
speaking such powerful words
when they have no meaning,
a lot like taking a breath in
and not even breathing

they say mean what you say
and do what you do,
cause your mind and your word
are your most valued of tools

they say a lot of shit
but people stay being fools,
gotta have love for yourself,
if you intend to find you.
January 30, 2009 - Friday 
January 30, 2009 - Friday 
April 8, 2008 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  adored
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hot Shit

Hot shit something on fire/
Hence the word hot//
Eyes bulge and pop out the socket when you step in the spot/
So hot you make traffic halt when you pull on the block//
The dudes the flock///
So they something like a Siegel/
But I’m a Roc so I wear my beanie//
It’s unreal how you got a dude wishing/
So I dream of genies//

Hot Shit

Beautiful, Carmel-skinned, and under 6ft.
But, are you as good as you look?
What I mean is do you obtain smarts
Cause I don’t need dumb eye-candy
Per-haps that’s why I eat so many smarties
But, you passed some tests now I don’t stress
Or should I say now I stress less
No I aint got the time for games
But, I’ll be your personal game boy
And let you tap all my buttons
You never know you might gain extra man
And exceed far beyond your intended plans
Can’t believe how good you look
Like a Sunday dinner that ma dukes use to cook
Not usually so mushy but, your persona got my emotions shook
Just know that this is a brief synopsis of what goes through my head
When I abruptly yell out HOT SHIT      © 04-07-08

 

             ~ Black Ty ~

April 8, 2008 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  enlightened
Category: Writing and Poetry
                               You are in love with Tommy,
                                Because his last name is Hilfiger,
                                But behind closed doors, Tommy,
                                Is calling you a n*gger,
                               
                                But you could care less,
                                Because you have been taught to dress to impress,
                                If I ask you about your true history,
                                You would have to look on the back of your jeans and Guess,
                               
                                You come up in the club wearing Versace,
                                Clothes made by a homosexual male,
                                So even when you say you are straight,
                                It is very hard to tell,
                                And for footwear, you wear Timberlands,
                               
                                Even under the sun,
                                That same tree that’s the symbol for them,
                                Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from,
                               
                                I cannot forget Nautica,
                                When was the last memory you have of ships,
                                Coming to North America in shackles,
                                Being beaten over the back with whips,
                               
                                And to my beautiful black queens,
                                Whose creative womb has become barren,
                                I am confused because your face says Nefertiti,
                                But your sweater reads Donna Karen,
                               
                                When was the last time you saw Liz Claiborne,
                                Conversing with black women,
                                But as soon as her name is printed on a purse,
                                To Macy’s you quickly go, running,
                               
                               
                                Ralph Lauren doesn’t even look at black men,
                                Unless they are driving him around town,
                                But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of a horse,
                                You put whatever you have picked up down,
                               
                                My people reclaim your status in this world and in your life,
                                F.U.B.U. in case you didn’t know, stands for ( For Us By Us),
                                Buying black will someday suffice,
                                Do you know who owns Timberland fashion?
                               
                                Well, Timberland is owned by the president of the KKK,
                                Surprised? Don’t be.
                                Read more books black people,
                                Always hope for the best and prepare for the worst,
                                You may not get what you pay for,
                                But you’ll surely pay for what you get.
                               
                                ~ Maya Angelou
                             


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March 13, 2008 - Thursday 
Time Clicks as I await
The hour ends before my take
Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes

The day grows old as night passes
Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating
Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing

Silence begins the day
as morning comes without notice
Tears begin to fall, slowly

The day moves on without hope
Wishing to be what is not to be

The sun moves to its peak
without a whisper or retreat

Time moving, but still empty
Stomach aching, curling
Still waiting
March 13, 2008 - Thursday 

Current mood:  gloomy
When love has come
But soon is gone
It begs the question
Was it there

The love was lost
And never found
Lost without you
Lost without me
Lost into eternity

The love was just a figment
A figment of our minds
Something we could ponder
But never express

Was it love or just a feeling
Was it love or just healing

Healing from the hatred
The hatred of our hearts
Our past was deep and full of pain
We needed this to release the stain

For this I do not regret
The time with you that I had spent
March 13, 2008 - Thursday 

You were my all, the one I adored, the one who I trusted the most in the world. I gave you the purist of me. You asked me to trust you. See my love was real, i guess yours was fake ,because i would have never lied to you or pushed you away. You have no idea how much I have cried, asking the Lord why my heart, why did you break me in half;this pain that consumes me and won’t let me think . My heart had never felt such pain, yet the one who asked me to trust, caused this enourmous hurt ,disappointment and yes shame. Don’t worry about saying sorry or you wish me the best what goes around comes around and that is what i have to say about that. Adios Mi Amor My Bay this Love is the One you let slip away. Don’t think that I will cry forever, I love myself too much.But yes, know this, you hurt me soooo Damn much. One day the only one you gave away will be the one your wishing for.



            Why my heart????....
March 13, 2008 - Thursday 

Current mood:  annoyed

These Feelings I Have

These feeling are always changing,
for one heart to another.
Always confusing my mind.
Making me suffer sleepless nights,
taking up all of my time.

These feelings are always shifting,
from love to hate,
to happiness to depression,
Leaving me in a state of mind,
that is not really,
in the realm of reality,
but stuck in a fantasy.

These feelings always distract me,
from other things,
that are right in my face,
but are too blurry to see,
Covering my eyes
in a vail of black.
Darkening my world,
and my heart.

These feelings always hurt me.
Setting me up for the pain of rejection.
Tricking me into thinking that i am alright.
It swallows me whole,
and pushes the securities away.

Now I see,
That these feelings that I have always had,
have always been for just one person.
But the false feelings can still give me hope.
Still keep me living,
breathing, dreaming.
Helping me survive for another day
March 13, 2008 - Thursday 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Rain

The coolish rain is there again
This beautiful wonderful cathartic rain
who makes me forget all of my pain
in the rain it seems like i ran insane

it makes me feel like i was alive
so i don’t have to see me in the bath with a knife
it lets me suppress bad memories of my day
and makes me feel like i was okay

the thin trickles are running down my skin
the only thing i feel is the vertigo when i spin
the marvelous wet of the tranquil rain
who’ll never hear my cries in vain

who’ll never dare someone to judge
it’ll never play tricks on me or comment not even watch
I spin round and round and all my tears
admix with water i forget all my fears

the fear of being lonely and never being loved
although i know all these thoughts are daft
what shall i do i am soaked to the flesh
but still i won’t leave; i stay till i crash

i wanna stand timeless till my life is over
then through the rain my pure soul will hover
and take revenge on all these stupid supermen
who always compromised myself and called me names

or just ignored me and handled me cold
this has just been of them a big fault
it won’t make it better to hit these ones back
in any way i’ll always have to crack

so i’m going back to bear the painful ache
that always comes to my heart when i’m in rage
then in the rain i’ll be back again
standing there shouting my cries in vain

oh wonderful beautiful rain