I jus wanted sushi and margaritas....damn

So last night we were supposed to get sushi and margaritas, but guess what???? Rusans was closed and R&R was closed that equates to no margaritas and no damn sushi. My girls have gone back to that fascist regime they call a dorm, whose name so handsomely fits Hale Hall, so now im upset jus a little not enough to be mad perse' (sp?) but enough to bring me down from my recent victory high. Woooooooooooooooooo and kudos to TSU football and Marching band for whooping ass two games in a row, take that A&M take that Southern take it right in the ass!!!!!!! And fuck the SWAC cause we OVC babeee!!!


So you see I had sooo much energy and when that energy crashes you dont necessarily burn you just kinda become really Blah and Blah to everything around you. I needed a jolster, a spark, a great idea to pull me from the slums of blahness but instead I got rattled questions and soggy noodles!!! So I except my Blah fate suck it up prepare my own non-soggy and very delightful Ramen noodles and I fall alseep comfortably in his lap. so with this you think everything is ok right? Well the blahness transferred itself to this morning.


Church is good, I like Church, I mean who doesnt? Well I got left! No church for me so here I am feeling lonely, blahful, and churchless!!!!!!! If nobody else can bring me from blahness I know Jesus can... so anyway church starts at 10 and I heard promises of an 11:30 return. 12:30 rolls around I pick up the phone, where I you, I text. Well are you ready for me to come get you he says? Huh I ask? what do you mean OF COURSE I AM WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PROMISES OF OUR 11:30 RECONCILIATION, I DONT WANNA BE LEFT ALONE ANOTHER IOTA OF A SECOND!!!! (Shout out to my girls for the SAI reference, eeee-ooo-ta!) Well a few of us wanted to go out to eat he says, will another hour be too long? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I say to myself because he has to be kidding me!!!! Well instead of ranting I say fine if thas what you wanna do but then he says something very interesting





"Frankie you want me to fail, and I'm not going to"





this stuck with me a bit and it made me wonder, do I really want every man that enters my life to fail me, like so many already have? Does he care so much that he wants to be the one to finally pass all of my tests and climbs over my walls (no pun intended). And to think he caters to my every detail, if he doesn't get something right he tries to fix it, all along Frankie he just wants to see you happy although he does it in his own Josh-kind of way, so I'm gonna do better no more Frankie-bitchiness cause he is trying in his own way...but from now on I do advise you when you begin seriously dating someone you should ask


"How do you like your eggs and how do you like your Ramen Noodles"


-Frankie

So who is really the fool...

I have come to realize that it takes a strong stir of emotion to motivate me to share myself with the world. I just really am very confused at how my life ended up like twilight. Was the book supposed to be some type of foreshadow on what was awaiting me? Am I to have hurt another as I was hurt with no repercussion? Most times I think I'll be better off alone, unmarried with three cats. Silly isn't it, but very true to me.

Him

With him I can grasp the stars even on the most cloudy of nights

The sun, the moon, the sky, our playground

Where we happily dream and although cliche everything is right

With him I climb the tree of life, of substance, of meaning

Every branch entangling us further

Bobbing and weaving our destinies creating our being

With him I feel myself falling being taken under by his love spell

A bit of cinnamon, a dash of cumin maybe some spice

Let it alone, give it some thought, he says, only time will tell

With him this life will not be in vain

If only to drown in his sweet aroma

And be taken under by its electrifying effects on the brain

With him up leads to down as left leads to right but right seemingly

leads to nowhere and everywhere at the same time

So here we are alone together locked and focused on each others stare

With him I'm praying to pry free from such a lustrous hold that even satan himself cannot stand

something this powerful has to be God-ordained

Something greater than the people involved could even fathom let alone understand

Is this what draws me to him, the God I see?

He who is proud and strong yet humble

If not God the most high power what could it be?

So you would think well if he is all that than why not love him, be with him, give him the essence of your being.

And my answer would be, because I have once before and I am afraid of making the same mistakes, I'm afraid of allowing this love again. When the sun is shinning of course its like a day in Honolulu but what about when it rains? This is what Ive had to think about and ponder.

And to you Jacob I apologize I know this may not be the easiest to take but I LOVE MY Edward. I love him with my life with the core of my being, sorry for not being able to make a better ending...

Bloggers Block

So I know its been a long time since my last blog but there is good reason for it. Ive been in somewhat of a dilemma. Thoughts scattered that type of thing. And the reason is not that I dont have anything to write about its just that I have no idea where to start.

Im over whelmed with occurances, activities, and emotions. I kept having this looming feeling that what i blogged about had to be profound or prophetic when in fact I realized all I really have to do is be true to myself and the rest will come natutally...

Love Thyself, Know Oneself, Be Yourself

-Frankie

Acoustic Love

We had to do an excercise in creative writing today, here are the parameters,

Write a thirty line poem made of one lone gramatically sound sentence, medium length lines about 10 syllables.

So here is what I cam up with, not to bad.


Acoustic guitars play in the foreground of my mind whilst im dressing for the day to come a day undone a day not yet begun; like so many other days this day is filled with potential hope and dreams that have yet to come to fruition some type of inhibition of my mind is causing me to stop this poem, maybe it’s the fact that it is completely wrong. Ha I humor myself, I hate these damned excersices they force the contents from every corridor of my mind. Will there be none left for me just to have. Must my soul spill out onto this paper once more??? Yes it must, because indeed this is what I have chosen, hoping and still praying that it is what God has chosen for me.

Acoustic guitars play in the foreground of my mind
The lullaby of wood and strings interwine
As they capivate me and pull with a sweet disonance
Resolve will you not, oh chord in my dream
Or will you leave me hanging over the clef
Trying to find my tonal center
And I fail once again at this excerise because this sentence is not gramatically sound, try again…

Acoustic guitars play in the foreground of my mind

Blogging Beginnings....

So this is my first blog ever thanks to Le and Maya who peer pressured me into logging, no excuse me, Blogging every thought, motion, and crevice of who I am. For starters I woke up this morning....jk guys.. But on a serious note I had my first creative writing class today so throughout the semester I will blog my works, this is the fuckery I came up with today, its terrible so brace yourself....

So here are the parameters:
Write a ten line poem using a commonly known proverb,
Alter and proverb and fit 5 of these random words in it,

Sounds peachy doesnt it?

Original "Never look a gift horse in the mouth"
Alteration : Never look a sold horse in the eye



Random ass words:
cloud
needle
lick
blackberry
voice
mother
whir
cliff


Never look a sold horse in the eye
I did once and it nearly broke my heart
The sound of his voice stirred more in me than you'd ever know
I was completely taken aback, lost in thought, vision clouded
I was approaching the cliff of sorrow
Filled with mother's voices trying to soothe the sobs of their nightmare stricken children
Nightmares as horrid as licking the point of a thousand needles...

So as you can see I didnt finish I ran outta time and it became extremely morbid... so idk



-Frankie