Friday, May 7, 2010

I can't stand people who can't come up with their own shit and take the credit for yours...
biters.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

"ella, you MUST be practical"

But tell me this... since when was dreaming just practical?

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Waterfall.

My words flow,
like a waterfall
out of my mind's walls
and lash through my soul.
My words flow,
like a waterfall
to the point where I can recall
every single line, word and share it with y'all.
My words grew with me,
from when I crawled, when I was small... and well, still small.
My words shared love, hate, and everything in between,
I try to keep my words clean,
& like jack's bean,
I plant my words,
and keen, hope for
something magical,
like a waterfall
all-natural
from heaven's mall,
a God-given
gift
and I thank him
for keeping me adrift
in a world where
money is of quintessence
and heart is never the essence.
What do you do with a gift that's useless?
One that'll never get acceptance
One of love, hope, and dreams.
What do you do when you're a waterfall... and they want you to be a stream?

People who have heard about my ugly morning today know what I'm talking about.