January 2011
December 2010
Star
I am the star on your night sky, Reach for me your wish will never fade your hopes will never tarnish I’m here to manifest your dreams
-Kumasi Rose
Star
I am the star on your night sky, Reach for me your wish will never fade your hopes will never tarnish I’m here to manifest your dreams
-Kumasi Rose
“Racism is a sign of weakness in the person that is offended.”
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A friend’s reaction when I said I regretted making a racist remark that offended a friend of mine last year. I felt shocked. (via microaggressions)
Yeah and bleeding is a sign of weakness in the person being stabbed. What a Butthole thing to say!
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Unrequited
I set a feast for one spent the morning barefoot with a ladle in my mouth tasting chocolate for
the right touch of “tart” just the way you like it I set a feast for one and cooked for one hundred broiled onions tossed in olive oil, black pepper and salt to taste just the way you like it I set a feast for one baked a heart in wine and raspberries set the table and waited ...
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Unrequited
I set a feast for one spent the morning barefoot with a ladle in my mouth tasting chocolate for
the right touch of “tart” just the way you like it I set a feast for one and cooked for one hundred broiled onions tossed in olive oil, black pepper and salt to taste just the way you like it I set a feast for one baked a heart in wine and raspberries set the table and waited ...
“Love is a choice — not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but...”
– Carter Heyward
Envy
losing myself staring between breaks of sunlight between wide, greedy leaves, a tree pregnant with life, hanging heavy with fruit and promises, I long to be you gentle giant the thrill of reaching for the sky one branch grows and coils past an obstacle, while a root, hungry, in need of ammunition in your war against the blue burrows between rocks and the roots of neighboring soldiers ...
Old Friend, Old Fears
What I am now is not what you knew me to be
that child sitting in the corner, staring hard past the walls
so she would not have to notice the cracking, the sound of tearing skin,
your constant wake of brittle chunks of white clay,
that child is gone
I, unlike the simpering unforgiving thing she was,
Cannot afford to ignore your so called “flaws”
I am looking. I see you.
and...
Seems I'm Still...
Having a hard time processing life and processing people, the decisions they make and the subtle signs behind their decisions.
It gets very difficult at times,but who am I to say I suffer?
When I am clothed, fed, and warm?
I have nothing to bitch about, but something is falling part. That something seems…vital, and I have no idea what it is or how to fix it.
Life is unnecessarily...
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