Bad Romance

Lady Gaga, I believe is a rising icon. I love her style, weirdness, and I don't give a fuck vibe. She is so unique is something that I think the industry is not used to, people fear what they don't comprehend, So I think the critics and haters just motivate to keep doing her thing. You go Gaga!!!!!!!!

Despite the heaven you came from,I will continue to believe that you were made in the face of the stars, because the planets in my nerves have never aligned until I saw your smile, and my hip hop song never had the perfect beat, that''s where you're heart comes in, He told me it was a spaceship, that's why sometimes I seem to be living in the clouds, jumping those cotton balls like hop skotch, Our love is Intergalactic.

Surround myself with Artists

Yesterday afternoon I sat down with a fellow poet from our organization and had the best conversation I have ever had with someone, for like 4 hours, Tipsy Teapot had to kick us out.

What I learned is that I can always rely on a fellow artist to understand this weird ass mind of mine. I always thought that my imagination, mind and thoughts were pretty absurd, but it's just that I haven't been able to link up with people here who understand my weirdness or where my personality and mind set comes from. I just want to thank her for vibing with me, Gave me inspiration that there are people around me that I can come to when I want to get away from the normal ones.

I just want my imagination to explode sometimes and paint the school with it like graffiti art sometimes, and I feel so inhibited in fear of judgement, I just hope to grow out of that and be fearless and take minds by storm with my words.

My hip hop song never had the perfect beat
That is where your heart comes in
He told me it was a spaceship,
That's why sometimes I seem to be living in the clouds
Jumping those white cotton balls like hop-skotch
The planets in my nerves have never aligned until I saw your smile
This solar system of a man shuttled my soul into a meteor shower
And I had my airbags ready cause this was nothing new
I wonder what he would do
If I got down to my knees
Told him that those rumbling bees
In my belly now buzzes for the honey of another
Because my song now sings to the meter of another mans poem.

New Piece...Keep Revising

Baseball was more than sport
It spelled freedom in capital letters
And his travel to the U.S. was visible from left field in Boca Chica, DR
Literally not having a pot to piss in
Papi could play and he had a dream
Taking his Caribbean tan and patched gloved hands, he played baseball
Never forgetting where he came from
Papi cultivated his agricultural roots as dark as sugars canes
Still leaving a sweet tooth for those growing pains
Stinging like the fresh burn from a 3rd degree heartbreak
Family was never more than a sport
It spelled abandonment in capital letters
And his daughter’s smile was visible from left field of his living room
Literally not having a heart to love
His calling to be a man was an ignored alarm clock, He loved that snooze button
Had a barbaric view of what it is to be man, because it doesn’t stop at bringing home the bacon
And could never say he was proud, his primitive upbringing wouldn’t understand
So I eventually just stopped telling him that I loved him everyday
That my grades were good and I had a track meet Saturday
He was slowly dying
Passion was the first to go
Losing that campfire inside that burned like the acid of a bulimic’s stomach, purged
He was pathetic,
Then he lost his sight, no goals ahead the savage in him made him blind
My body became brail,
He was my excuse for teenage heartbreak because the guy I liked took the face of his
He turned my heart into a glacier and I just wanted to melt his
But I will not allow you to be the reason I don’t believe in love, family, or life
Because despite what my father was the only thing I see of him in me
Is my amazing ability to get a good tan this summer and oh yea thanks for the curly hair too!

My heart is still

My bones are shivering
My veins are quaking
My heart is still
The meteor shower of brain sent fireworks down my spine
The whole time while this is happening My heart is still
My stomach has summer salted into winter
begging for the leaves to fall again
And the world is begging for reason to keep turning
So tattooed to pain, my eyes are begging to reason to cry
and while this going on my heart is still

It's Been a While....

School is stressful but keeps me very busy which is good! I am so focused and motivated to succeed this year in my education, dreams, and poetry.

I am also still loving my boyfriend Darren everyday more and more. This past week we got into our first real bad argument, almost a deal breaker. But the way that we handled and talked about it proves to me more and more why he is the one.
I loved him more after 48hours of hating him. We are so strong and am so proud of what we are both doing.

So I was recently inspired by a peer to go after my goal at the age of 25, now at 19. One if my dreams is to open up an education center for emancipated foster children as well as a shelter for them. Just because I can relate to their situation and know the importance of someone being there. I want them to have the same opportunity I did to go to college.

This weekend I am heading out to Fayetteville with Coco to get away and attend a social in Pembroke! I am excited and ready to stop thinking about Chemistry for once =)