Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
So I really don’t like this topic but because I don’t have money for books this is the only one I over heard because I was half listening. I don’t believe this topic in fact I think jus the opposite. I tried to make myself see their perspective but it didn’t work. Maybe if they explained what they meant. I tried to take it as negation but that didn’t work either cause if light and dark and good and evil cancel eachother out wut will be left? I keep thinking of black and white I mean will the universe jus be gray? Lolol its so weird to think about it. I love my friends but they are entirely exhausting. I don’t like this exercise. Its dumb. I see where she is comin from but its still dumb. Ha! Ive been told I create good images, but iono cause its jus me bein me. My writing teacher is weird cause you cant really grade poetry but if you could I wonder what grades I would have received. My phone is completely off. Isn’t it sad? : ( but yea iono. Josh gave me and assignment of writing a poem by sat. ehh sometimes I wish I could just pry into other people’s head space to see what they’re thinking. That would be revolutionary and I’d be able to understand people so much more. Not that I don’t get them jus that its hard for me to care if they don’t catch my interest. And that concept I know is somewhat self centered but idk how to come outta my own head space. I think that’s part of the reason im such an individual cause I do wut I do and I like what I like and if you don’t do it or don’t like it. Oh the fuck well ho cause this is me. (dori moment) lol. So I guess ill blog this free write. Why not?
Thursday, October 23, 2008
I run from happiness
I run from pain
I run from reality
I run from my dreams
I run from nightmares
I run from my talent
I run from my failures
I run from my family
I run from my friends
I run from my life
So lets get nitty gritty honest...
Im not satisfied with life
Im not satisfied with school
I know somewhere and somehow there is so much more for me
I hate the mundane
Im falling into a routine and coincidently its routinely ruining my life
I think im in my own world all the damn time, its so hard to see outside yourself
Somewhere warm, nice breeze, beautifully green, picking berries, writing, making music, making love, loving life
So I guess this is my version of this that and the other, point blank period, and ready set go, and in actuality I need a really fetch title to make it all fit but I cant think of one.
so oh well
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
P.S. I think ill speak to you anyway just to be spiteful, lol
fuhdatsheeit and gitdafuhovaitho
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
He walks the 4 blocks it takes to reach the corner gas station
Purchases his pack of vanilla blunts
Ready to spark
And go away where it won’t hurt no more
Where the cold aint cold no more
Where the dreams aint broke no more
Cause the tears wont fall no more
He leaves knowin he has not the time
For shallow thoughts and petty exertions
On his way, he meets his good friend, Reality
He looks up cause the junkie marks the spot
Passes off the rock, pockets the 20
Passes off the 20, cause Sonnie
Used all her food stamps and the baby is hungry
He continues on his way
Knowin in his heart that this life wont pay
But he prays this one last meeting
Will seal the deal
He heard stories of the “king of crack”
Who built a narcotical dynasty
Created an army of addicts
Billy wants this to be his destiny
To run the trade, rule the streets
From Baltimore City to Washington, DC
Edmond approaches and Billy examines
Make the wrong move
And guns will be ablaze
Its hazy at first,
Rayful Edmonds true intent
But greetings are sent
And Billy’s stance becomes less intense
Edmond grows fond of him
Business interactions and agreements
Begin to send Billy up the chain of command
Trades in DC, Baltimore, NY, Carolina
Life’s lookin up and the papers stackin too
Until DCPD gets hold of the spill
Edmond gets life, no parole
Billy, 20 with good behavior 15
Now Sonnie is left with baby,
No father on the scene
Look what i found on the internet last night when I was doin my research...
Author JB brings you Dope Boys Volume I, the tales of the most infamous figures in the history of the illegal drug trade. Read about players that made millions and billions of dollars in the dope game. Dope Boys Volume I contains short biographies of over 31 major drug trafficking individuals and organizations. Below is a list of profiles covered in the book.
A Bronx, New York resident that set up a profitable heroin operation in Baltimore.
Im pretty sure this is my dad, i have searched on the internet but I cant seem to find anymore information about him.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
ha ha yes I know what you're thinking. So Frankie are you considering marriage, the one who always says she will probably just end up alone with three cats.
Lets just say I'm giving it thought and its actually more of a possibility than I have ever given thought. Marriage was just never one of those things I took seriously. And now since its becoming more of a reality I don't think its such a bad idea.
So now your thinking, this could only mean one thing.
Yes this means that I am absolutely and positively in love with Josh. I have let myself fall, I have let myself go. But guess what? God's got me, and since he said its gonna be alright than I have enough faith and I actually have the audacity to believe him. Cause even if by some small chance Josh does let me fall, guess who will always catch me?
Yep, you got it.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
1) You can allow your differences from the so called "norm" to get to you, and you can allow people to make you feel bad because you are so
2) You can take your differences in strides and be ur freakin self, and love yourself in spite of what people may say or think about you.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Periwinkle as the twilight sky,
Turquoise as the clearest ocean,
Magenta as whatever my heart desires,
Blue, green, yellow, orange, red, crimson, gold, mahogany, silver
And it is asking for him
As the paint is chipped from the surface
You see without hazed vision
You hear without the sounds stifled
And he seeks that which is bound
Trapped between these walls
Struggling to push out my burdens
And lay them waste deep on the floor
So that they may not consume me
However, the world is becoming bleaker by the second
And soon the tears will be running
Down my face falling into a pool of shear disappointment
I was not yet ready for this appointment with reality
I was not yet ready to face me and the things that lye dormant
The fear……..….the regret………..the torment
Of knowin you feel me
But with me you cannot be wholehearted
Instead I Get Pieces.....
Of a broken past, these pieces from a mending heart
Trying to fix a puzzle that I didn’t start, didn’t ask to finish
But I digress, you see I'm trying not to stress
I just need to release before I let my love for you damage me
And make me incapable of falling in love with you
What do you do when your emotions are chocked up
And all you see is the dark tunnel,
no light….no sight……just black………how do you get back to
That happy place, that excited state,
where the world was your playground
and it didn’t take much for it to turn and go round
How do you get back without becoming a victim of your own demise?
I need some where to put all the baggage because
with each God forsaken decrepit day
Im feeling the saggage of love lost and relationships spoiled
Your mind is your greatest weapon and your path to destruction
You reap what you think.
And my mind is not in the greatest condition right now
So instead of Lavender scents and periwinkle skies
Its more dead puppies and gray scale rainbows
Friday, October 3, 2008
One thing that I really cannot stand is inconsistency, especially if two people are supposed to be treated as equals. You cannot do something one day and wen the other persons does it, have a problem with it, be consistent. Again I say be effin CONSISTENT! Don’t say you are gonna do something and never call or show up, be consistent!!!!!!!! I beseech, behoove, and beg of you my brethren to be consistent!!!
Furthermore people make time for what really matters to them. A simple txt message, 30 sec of
To be honest all I really want (as I was telling Dori earlier) is someone to play in my hair and tell me I'm pretty; someone to actually act like they care and not continually poke and prod at me with erroneously requests to things that are usually the norm. For you to take out some time in
Wednesday, October 1, 2008