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not bitchy but motivational, i write is just a way to put things out of mind. im not the type of person to get over emotional...i just write lol
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
vice versa
to give is to get, and to get is to give. i find that a friendship is a different version of a relationship....like a never ending transaction, and the key to start it is your personality. the tricky part is keeping that transaction going, especially for me when I'm not in my comfort zone, i think that none of my friends are but still, being the social and diverse makes it even harder for anyone to establish who they are and what kinds of friends they want. for us ladies, we have to have something or someone to talk about........ or we lose our minds in the TV lol, we have to have something we have in common or have the same hatred of something. guys are actually the same... in a way, they have to be at the same level and in the same circle. but what strikes me as stupid is when you hear how people yes men and women talk about how everyone uses them but they don't do a thing about it, yes its okay to vent and get it out of your system but all you have to remember is to give is to get and to get is to give......and sometimes you need to push that whole quote forward, or else that transaction will end
Saturday, January 9, 2010
save me
When buzzing silence is the only sort
of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, pus-filled wart
that shames the muse's lovely powdered hand-
When walls remove me from the pressing crowd,
suppress me with their invisible load,
my hands become too big, my voice too loud,
I sit lost on dusty foreign roads
friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn in
from contact needed from those I repell
because I feel boorish, painfully thin,
and on my magnified faults I must dwell-
These times I yearn for you to save me, you
can soothe this pain, and help me make it through.
of music my care-weary ear can stand,
and I become a hairy, pus-filled wart
that shames the muse's lovely powdered hand-
When walls remove me from the pressing crowd,
suppress me with their invisible load,
my hands become too big, my voice too loud,
I sit lost on dusty foreign roads
friendless, devoid of meaning, all drawn in
from contact needed from those I repell
because I feel boorish, painfully thin,
and on my magnified faults I must dwell-
These times I yearn for you to save me, you
can soothe this pain, and help me make it through.
Aftershock
I let time pass me by,
I just stood there getting high.
High to relieve my pain,
that came over me like rain.
I cant look in his eyes,
because I begin to cry.
But in his eyes I find happiness,
without it all I have is loneliness.
Within his touch we are never apart,
I will live on in your heart.
As night follows day,
my spirit is here to stay,
separation in this day
separation changes people within days of being separated, their demenor, the way they look at things, sooner or later things change from good to just down right wierd. But when you come together again and try to have something together what do you when things dont go the way you want. things come to light, people get in the way believing that it's their place when it's not. you tend to forget where things lie. you might not notice it but your heart begins to cry. How can relationship go on from afar when you know you cant be trusted or you fear the one you trusted. It begins to break when things can't be answered you cant hear a voice or you cant hold. In some sense you break down like a pc. things within you that you lock in beging to come out, and all you see is like blood flowing. what do you do when you wish you were never separated, knowing that'll never happen.........
demands 12-28-06
I hide my eyes from the world, so they will not see how my eyes tear so rapidly. My eyes do this because in a sense I feel broken People say you should be happy for what you have, you have a roof over you head, a filled stomach, and a heart filed with mother's love. I see and say different. I have nothing but chaos over my head, people want what they want and are not willing to compromise. A unfilled stomach because of so much anger i have no appetite, and a heart filled with not mother's love but mother's over protective and demanding anger. I don't live in a home i realized i live in a house, where i cannot be myself. After so long i realize that i like to see things in an equal bit....and sadly people will not let me live this way
Friday, January 8, 2010
hello to masses
Hi hi everyone.....my name is Sharmesha (hate the name) but friends call me Mesha!! I'm 19, out of mind, and not afraid to talk about...trust me its all in good fun. Life for me has taken a slight shift....and I'm not used to it, and rather than just gossiping about it and being like the girls i dislike in high school, i write my opinion about how i feel........ in poetry that sometimes doesn't rhyme lol, and in other ways. But hope you like ^_^
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- megumi
- well what can i tell you...im a girl from cali that not use to Washington just yet but im getting there lol. Im happy with the man of me dreams and reality :). We have a beautiful one year old by the name of Lilith..... and she's bad lol, and we are about to have another beautiful girl by the name of Rose.......so far everything is well.