Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground..
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Quote of the Day.!*
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
The things we miss; will never come back as they used to be.!~
You think its because i don't understand or don't want to understand- how your busy. well its not the fact that you've been busy and tired/. and cant u just be busy and tired.? its the fact that i missed you. i shouldn't have to-miss you. i don't want to miss you. you should be there enough for me to not ever have to do that. think whatever u want to think about me having issues- your probably right. but u don't know what its like to miss me or to have to miss me, without your choice. cuz i have always been readily available. i've always been there. always there when u needed me or wanted me around. never went further than a phone call away. So don't tell Me about best friends should understand best friends being busy. and i wont have to tell you about best friends should call best friends when they need someone to talk to.
Well, let the experiments begin.!* Apologies beforehand.!*
Friday, December 18, 2009
A Letter.!*
"There are moments in life when you realize that you--are all you've got in this life. Moments like that suck. But in a way- their amazing." They teach you that if ever, you needed something- all you need to do is look at yourself, and pray to God. For example, you've been doubted as of late- doubted about what you are exactly capapable of; the type of person you are. But me and you both- we know- we know most things they will never know. And perhaps, no- most certainly- that is a good thing. the element of surprise- the shock on their faces. when you set out for something- you are unstoppable- but most know not. See you- you are a little different. In a good way of course. I just wanted to remind you of that. Since the people who were supposed to do that- are no longer available. Been meaning to tell you- you are doing amazing, with this whole thing. The working way too much- and still doing well in school. You told all of them your gonna do it. and in your mind- that was it. everything was figured out. Some said- don't you think it's too much. others- you can't do it. and still others- are you trying to fail out of school. but you stayed silent- and just smiled to yourself. you told me- watch- im gonna prove to them all wrong-. they don't know. they never really knew me. but you know- and thats why im telling you. so that when its all said and done- when its all over. we can celebrate together- and just show them without having to use any words. and so months later- you have showed them what you set out to do from the beginning. Hey Deqa, im quite proud of you. even if no one else says it to you. maybe their jealous and wish they had the strength you carry so delicately inside you. or maybe- its nothing to them. but its something to the both of us. i can't express to you- how much you have grown- and come to be a wonderful woman. i know sometimes its good to hear from people. to lift your spirits. but you dont need it- you dont need them. you've got me. and that's all you'll ever need. You know- you have no one to thank besides your hard work, yourself, your dedication, your lack of sleep ;-) and mostly because of God. Only HE has been there since the beginning of it all. Be happy, Deqa- you really do deserve it. And stop worrying over trivial matters. What next? Well, movin on up- from goal to goal of course. Doing better for yourself. Taking yourself places. Making someone out of yourself- to where even you and I both- will be wayy too overjoyed and proud. Remember all that matters- is if it makes sense to you. And from there- its just you gently flowing with the tides of the world.
Monday, December 14, 2009
To write..
"We write poems about our experiences, we write to be the voice of others, we write about agony & helplessness, we write about the love we secretly hold in our hearts, we write to cry out our sorrows as it transforms in words, we write for the many random moments we live, we write to write ;however,our words are just the mere shadow of our experiences which words can never quite equal."
Hold me tight and don't let go !
"A million times i’ve needed you. A million times i’ve cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died."
I don't know how to feel better about this situation. I randomly remember something. and the tears start all over again. I don't know how to stop them. Basically I feel guilty. Like maybe it was my fault- for not being smart enough- that last moment. I shouldve known. I did know. Yet, it didnt cross my mind at the moment that I needed it. You learn things, and you learn. But then- those things that have made you smarter throughtout the years always escape you in your most needed time. I keep thinking why/? You were supposed to come back. You were supposed to be there as we got older. You were supposed to be a part of my life. You were too young. I cant find the right words for all these emotions. I smile- but those who know me- know its not an ordinary smile. Its not the smile that you were so used to. It's forced, and I don't know what to do about that. You were my guide. One of the few people that I trusted with myself enough, to share everything. every spec of thought that came across my mind. I randomly write to you now- like I used to. Yet, i wish you would respond. Tell me things so that it could all be easier. You made so many things so easy- for those around you. This is when I needed you most, and this is the only time that you won't be there. What am i to do? who am i supposed to seek out? Who can i trust like i trusted in you? Promise you won't escape my memories. Promise you won't ever leave my thoughts. Please- that is all i have to hold on to now.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Random Drive
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Kids With Cameras
W.a.t.e.r - It's that simple.!
Secrets.!
B&W on the Nikon
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Art in a new form
this entirely blew me away- the first time i saw it. so many emotions. so talented indeed- to be able to show romance, and war all in a few minutes.
Poetry that I El. O. v.
That in fact they were color blind in the worst way. That they could not see the beauty I grew up seeing. That you have to have loved a place to see its true colors.
Here is a piece K'naan wrote for Italian Vogue, entitled "True Colors"
Saturday, October 31, 2009
and then sheepishly smiled to myself.
And at that precise moment,
I would've liked to
get a glimpse of your thoughts.
Do you miss me now?
Like i've been meaning
to tell you- i have.
Please come.
i've been cold for a while.
Come lay next to me
and keep me warm,
with your smile.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Home is where the Heart IS.!
home is where the heart is,
But what if my home is with he,
and He
is getting ready to leave.
How can i get myself to tell him,
that with him-goes my safe haven.
With him goes my home that I
have struggled to build.
How do i tell him,
when he deosnt even know.
He doesnt know the power he has over me,
Doesnt know how someone can build a life surrounding him.