Dear Blog, 
I have neglected you yet once again. My thoughts have been documented else where and, I promise to bring my treasures home.
Signed, 
Your Fellow Blogger

Quick 2.5 rant

1st and foremost I say:
Fuck child support for fucking over all the men who actually tried & wanted to support their seed -_-I'm so frustrated w/ the system
locking a parent behind bars won't help support and raise a child
thats obvious

DisFunctional Heart

Somethings you were born with will fade away. My "heart" is one part of me that remains immortal. Through all of the pain all of the confusion, enduring all of the shock and trauma the curve of my emotions form my heart that continues to hold loves hand. I live in a world were love is usually the mask of lust and being the seeker of admiration many women and men fall into these love traps;me to be one of these fools. I am so weak when it comes to being in love yet I love so strong. How can this be? Love has become oxygen a need that makes my life worth it and I cant help but to wear my heart on my sleeve as cold as the world is its bound to freeze and break into a million pieces yet in the beginning I cant feel the chill I'm too consumed by the flames of lust hat I never see the hurt hiding behind the words "I LOVE YOU TOO" Yet to love is to risk to risk is to live and I must survive I just wish my hunger for love could be subdued .I know that once I have real love i may rest my heart with no fear no doubts no concerns but until then I carry around the pieces of my heart in a tin can pan handling for emotions that the donors have yet to understand themselves ."We are so quick to give our hearts away yet in no rush to have them thrown back at us"- Chewchi

[W]ithin [A]mbition [L]ies [E]ternity

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11.1.11
Is Finally here!!
Must say I am so proud of Wale for inspiring women to be "Ambition Girls" for understanding my break ups for putting in the effort to try to understand and teach through his "Diary" of lyrics &; most of all for ALWAYS being the Wale I fell in love with way back when I was listening to "uptown roamers" haha alot of people probably gonna youtube that but the man is amazing poetically gifted even the simplest lines of his form intrigue and bring to light such important meanings. My favorite song to date is "Family Affair" but in all honesty I've never came across not one Wale song I didn't like . Being COMPLETELY HONEST I love music I'll never be untrue to him.
So dear world if you didn't know
now you do
Wale is and will forever be
Wale;
simply amazing.

Know Your Worth Ladies

I Was tagged in a beautiful poem from a very amazing man && wanted to share it, "needed" to share it.

If I were her man.
by DeVante Tidwell
click his name to view his facebook

if i were her man.

things would be different.

things would be good. she'd feel on top of the world but at the same time, from it so distant.

shed get cocky and its cool, because of how beautiful i'd make her feel.

trust me its real.

and if she gives me the chance then trust me i will.

i mean id make her understand

the the smile tattooed on her face is to delicate

to ever force in the palm of my hand (ill never abuse you)

never misuse you

due to

the fact that i only want to introduce you to things i know that you're not used to.

is that cool?

you'll never feel insignificant

i'll simply read your feelings even though your emotions intricate

let YOU teach ME the program, to show you my submissiveness

and write you sweet memos full of sentimental penmanship

she's not a common flower,

everybody has those.

so i don't see you as a tulip, sunflower or rose. no

I don't wanna purchase one and then take it home.

let me be your greenhouse and help you grow on your own.

you're rare.

tell the weeds, to pardon her.

your soils are rich because you had some good gardeners.

its hard to stare at other options when you bloom

once in a lifetime at midnight in the moon.

so I'd tend to you everyday too

make sure I don't cause you to come out too soon.

boom.

popping out and getting up.

i respect your drive so,

don't let me interrupt.

the book of ambition is an edition.

That many read and destroy. yours, in perfect condition.

your different from the tradition.

you reposition hate and use it as ammunition.

your a woman, far from those other things of this incompetent world

you go to church, school, work and still has fun with the girls.

eyes. vivid and deep,

i could peer into them all day and hate when you sleep.

i mean what else is it that i gotta make clear

you're beautiful without style, make-up , or fake hair.

i don't care.if you have it it'll only appear

more striking and it'll make it easy to stare

and ill even let them approach you

because i know my deal with you is better than any proposal.

and is it not supposed too?

sweep you off your feet

but you'll float, you're high off of life now.

its like happiness is the crack and you don't wanna put the pipe down.

i know this is a writing and I'm reading it for a nice crowd.

but if i were your man, id be telling you all of this right now.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

so..... Today at the age of 21 I'm going trick or treating yes me haha I dont care I'll never be too old haha dont... Judge me lol pic later maybe -_-

Some day people will realize just how prescious life is theres no coming back from death; and the hardest thing to deal with is losing someone so young who has yet to reach their full potenial . Bullets play "God" through the hands of mortal beings consumed in hatred, jealousy, and, greed. I remember when words were enough of a battle now we resort to fighting and the coward of a man's pride hands him a gun that takes away a mothers child before she is even able to release him from her bosom "No parent should have to bury their child" that not the way it Suppose to be we are not to play "God" we are his children. We are all trying to survive in the same world.
I've lost so many people close to me before even reaching the age of 21. It hurts to watch people disappear and the face of those left behind shed tears in their memory. I will not cry at any more Funerals not for the lack of remorse but because tears wont stop ignorance from snatching the breath out of my loved ones .