no posts in 2010 - eh
but here's one to make up for it.
i used to be so many things
i was afraid and angry this year
i yelled at wind
i cried the tears of a broken person
i thought God had forgotten me
i thought everyone had forgotten me
i became someone i pitied - a grasping, whining complainer
in 2011, i plan to be joyful, to be the person i think i can be
i won't be afraid to try though i may fail
i plan not to be anyone's martyr
but most of all, i plan to be joyful
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
MAYBE
aujord'hui, Je t'aime
Demain, qui saura?
Peut-etre Je voudrais
Pour toi et moi, rester ici
ensemble
Peut-etre, Je ne voudrais pas cette
Peut-etre, demain Je trouverai
un autre qui sais
quoi il veut
qu'il veut moi
si il veut moi
ou peut-etre il ne me veut pas
Je ne sais pas
Je ne sais pas
Ma tete, elle tournoie, elle tournoie
Elle ne quit pas de tournoyer
Et Je ne sais pas
Quand tu me diras?
Quand Je me dirai?
J'ai eu assez
Demain, qui saura?
Peut-etre Je voudrais
Pour toi et moi, rester ici
ensemble
Peut-etre, Je ne voudrais pas cette
Peut-etre, demain Je trouverai
un autre qui sais
quoi il veut
qu'il veut moi
si il veut moi
ou peut-etre il ne me veut pas
Je ne sais pas
Je ne sais pas
Ma tete, elle tournoie, elle tournoie
Elle ne quit pas de tournoyer
Et Je ne sais pas
Quand tu me diras?
Quand Je me dirai?
J'ai eu assez
NOTHING DEY CHANGE
A gift they said
With joy, they shared
Bottles of wine
Glasses clicked, united
Celebrating the prospect
A future to flow
With plenty oil
Plenty money plenty joy
Plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty
Plenty for who?
Nothing to show
Nothing for me
Parched earth, dry leaves
Soil slick with blood
Oil, blood, oil, blood
The same to me
Soil slick with tears
Tears, oil, tears, oil
No distinction the same
Soil slick with fruitless sweat
Falling on the ground, disappearing
Like hopes had for tomorrow
Hopes for revolution
Hopes for consideration
Hopes for action
Hopes, fantasy, hopes, fantasy
Nothing dey change
No distinction.
With joy, they shared
Bottles of wine
Glasses clicked, united
Celebrating the prospect
A future to flow
With plenty oil
Plenty money plenty joy
Plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty
Plenty for who?
Nothing to show
Nothing for me
Parched earth, dry leaves
Soil slick with blood
Oil, blood, oil, blood
The same to me
Soil slick with tears
Tears, oil, tears, oil
No distinction the same
Soil slick with fruitless sweat
Falling on the ground, disappearing
Like hopes had for tomorrow
Hopes for revolution
Hopes for consideration
Hopes for action
Hopes, fantasy, hopes, fantasy
Nothing dey change
No distinction.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Five Lies and One Truth
I believe its four lies and one truth but what the hell and oh I will not be revealing what the answer is but feel free to guess in the comments
1. I love my parents because I have to.
2. I've kissed a girl before.
3. Once I hit my sister so hard she started bleeding
4. I have never cheated on a test
5. I've never had a boyfriend
6. I like to say the rosary
1. I love my parents because I have to.
2. I've kissed a girl before.
3. Once I hit my sister so hard she started bleeding
4. I have never cheated on a test
5. I've never had a boyfriend
6. I like to say the rosary
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