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*~See Me~*: November 2010
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Thursday, November 4, 2010. When he touches me. I can feel his heart beat pulsating through the lifeline embedded on his palms. So I trace over his tempo,. In the hopes I can understands his lyrics. Palms pressed like prying pyramids he tells me ours are identical. He inhales and to me it sounds like music,. Like love ain’t never really felt like this. Our first kiss,. But ask him and he’ll tell you it sounds like my name. He says he likes my lite. Says I sashay like I have turn tables in my hips,. I hav...
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*~See Me~*: May 5th (Birthday)
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Sunday, January 10, 2010. He sings to me sometimes…. And I’ll remember him like labor pains,. 2 fingers pressed between pelvis and thigh,. You use to sit here. Just outside of healthy,. But you followed mommy’s foot steps,. Became a pipeline dreamer like your father. I guess you got stuck in the plumbing,. And I told myself that I wasn’t ready to be a mother anyway. Made excuses not to mourn you. Told myself to listen to my doctor,. There was nothing that could be done,. I would die if I kept you. Funny ...
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*~See Me~*: Memories....
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Sunday, February 14, 2010. I remember who we use to be…. Memories keep re- playing with my mind,. Hit like back spasms. Stuck on repeat like the playlist we use to make love to. And I wonder if you still even remember how my skin feels…. How my hair smelled…. Remember how interlocked fingers made hearts invincible,. But this grip slipped. I never claimed to be perfect,. And I will be the first one to say that I’m sorry,. It’s so hard letting you go…. But I guess now I have to. Or how NOT to be the victim.
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*~See Me~*: How He Use To
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Monday, February 1, 2010. How He Use To. You look at me kinda like how he use to. Eyes wander carefully as if you molded this sculpture personally. I’ve caught all of your glances. And I will ask you please…. Do not call me queen. I will just sing you heartache. You touch me beautiful…. But history has built wall greater than those of China,. I’m sorry,. This won’t be easy. I’ve watched you from day one. Echoes through my head. Resounds off of the inside of my temples like choir songs on Sunday,. I can&#...
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*~See Me~*: A Musical Affair
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Thursday, November 4, 2010. When he touches me. I can feel his heart beat pulsating through the lifeline embedded on his palms. So I trace over his tempo,. In the hopes I can understands his lyrics. Palms pressed like prying pyramids he tells me ours are identical. He inhales and to me it sounds like music,. Like love ain’t never really felt like this. Our first kiss,. But ask him and he’ll tell you it sounds like my name. He says he likes my lite. Says I sashay like I have turn tables in my hips,. I hav...
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heaven's confidant: Random Quote Friday #12
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I try my best to do what my spirit tells me to do and it is through my voice that its secret is revealed. Friday, May 09, 2008. Random Quote Friday #12. In our lives, we have two or three opportunities to be a hero, but almost every day, we have the opportunity not to be a coward."- Spanish proverb. Wowperfect. thank you. 10:23 AM, May 09, 2008. Hope things are going wonderfully (I know they are). 11:38 AM, May 09, 2008. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ms Nubia "My Blog Sounds Nice- Check One!
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The Life and Times of the poor college student......: Nappy Independence.
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The Life and Times of the poor college student. These are the times in my life where I am going to school, working a job I hate and becoming and nationally ranked Slam Poet in my own right. and I am going to blog about it. yeah that is the plan. Sunday, February 27, 2011. My Mother says that my hair is a phase…. Still in the never ending search of finding myself. She is thick with heavy hands and a mouth full of unnecessary opinions. 8220;She had such beautiful hair until she did that”. I am a Child of G...
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The Life and Times of the poor college student......: Day 3
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The Life and Times of the poor college student. These are the times in my life where I am going to school, working a job I hate and becoming and nationally ranked Slam Poet in my own right. and I am going to blog about it. yeah that is the plan. Tuesday, April 5, 2011. When I die can they bury me in your smile? Trace me in the wave patterns of your hand,. Move me in your stomach until you are filled with me. I can’t dream about having you tomorrow,. When there are so many things I want to do to you now.
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The Life and Times of the poor college student......: Be there or you will be that Guy... or Girl... Don't be that.
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The Life and Times of the poor college student. These are the times in my life where I am going to school, working a job I hate and becoming and nationally ranked Slam Poet in my own right. and I am going to blog about it. yeah that is the plan. Tuesday, September 7, 2010. Be there or you will be that Guy. or Girl. Don't be that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). ATX, Texas, United States. View my complete profile. So I will keep you in my safe space. And they call him Shatter. The poet with alot to say.
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The Life and Times of the poor college student......: Sheila .. gone but def not forgotten
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The Life and Times of the poor college student. These are the times in my life where I am going to school, working a job I hate and becoming and nationally ranked Slam Poet in my own right. and I am going to blog about it. yeah that is the plan. Wednesday, March 23, 2011. Sheila . gone but def not forgotten. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). ATX, Texas, United States. View my complete profile. So I will keep you in my safe space. And they call him Shatter. Dillard U's coolest employee.
