It's Actually Quite Sad
Mom: Yea, because we don't know anything about your great grandmother's side of the family.
Me: :'[ Can't even trace my history.
Not Done Just Yet
Am I good enough to dish out 250 words per hour today. >:D We shall put my skills to the test.
National Poetry Month—25 April
25 April 2012: Depending on my mood, I like to sit outside in the cold. Room Temperature The cold is nice in here. It’s not the same chill That I felt three years ago From the Florida spring air That played as inspiration For some of my best words. It’s not as numbing. It’s not as cold. But in the midst of winter and spring’s confusion, Naked in my room is...
Jamaica is divided into fourteen parishes:...
National Poetry Month—18 April
18 April 2012: This is dedicated to the paper(s) that I have to write tonight. These are basically, my thoughts as I think them in my head. I have no shame in how I think my words, lol. I just know that when it comes to academics, I know how to separate my good writing from my bad writing, such as the writing you will see below. Writin’ Paypuhs Da fuck is diz shyt? Skool, you doin’...
National Poetry Month—15 April
15 April 2012: Felt like reading a Rumi poem. I always see quotes, but I’ve never read his poetry. So after almost four years of wanting to read his poetry, I decided too some up and the title of this one stuck out to me, mainly because it starts with “A Star” and AstaR is just a silly little nickname I gave myself a few years ago, lol. :] I do hope that when you read it you...
National Poetry Month—10 April
10 April 2012: Personally, I think I suck at writing poetry, and I think that any attempt I make at writing a poem and my attempt at trying to write one everyday for a month is a mockery of the art. Just an explanation behind the title. Mockery A fact. I can call this stack of lines A poem If I want to, And it would be ok. This is a poem. I am not a poet.
Trying Not To Burn My Room Down
I’m the only one burning shit in the microwave. Now my room smells bad and I have to use my trunk to keep the door open. I don’t want people to see my messy room! Please, no one walk by! Please!
You must always strive to be the best, but you must never believe that you are.– Juan Manuel Fangio (via thelittlephilosopher)
National Poetry Month—9 April
9 April 2012: Thought of this one on my way into the office. Gosh, look at what I think about most of the time. ¬_¬ Erg! Geez. Kind Of I kind of like you But I don’t really know why I just want one chance I am not a poet.
National Poetry Month—8 April
8 April 2012: Writing this because of how I felt last night when I came home from a party. I don’t dance in public, so I usually feel like shit about it afterwards. Dance Dance, sway, move. Move. Move because, really, no one is watching you. Not yet. You do have it, I’ve seen it. It’s there in the bathroom mirror. You can’t hide your feelings about this Reggae, ...
National Poetry Month—7 April
7 April 2012: Another Haiku for you guys. Well, two Haikus. :p Feel I want to feel loved. It’s not that I never knew. It’s that I forgot. •••••••••••••••••••••••• How might her skin feel? I can only imagine How soft her touch is. I am not a poet.
National Poetry Month—6 April
6 April 2012: Just thinking. Bored. Art I want to be able to see a creator Hear a creator Feel a creator When I look at Listen to Creativity, A work of art My senses need to be stimulated, Pulled apart and put back together Like a puzzle And even puzzles are art to me. If I don’t see you in it, then it isn’t yours. Lol, I don’t like this one, but whatever. I am...
My Sister Is Going To Prom Tonight
I hope she has fun. Mine was bleh, and my brother’s was worse, lol. So maybe the third time will be a charm.
A keep trying very hard to succeed/ I almost lost my reflex/ My bare feet was...– Black Uhuru ”Sponji Reggae” (via easymyselecta) My song
Did you ever think the only reason we’re here is to give our love?– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via lovepassiton)
A Little Ironic Or Just Guyness?
The guy wearing the “Do It With Consent” shirt or whatever seemed like he was only concerned with guys getting in trouble for rape and not with the welfare of the women who are actually assaulted. And the other guy who started the conversation about the shirt was no better. “Soon we’re gonna have to sign contracts before we do anything.” -_- Fuck the both of...
I'm All Sad Now :[
I just got back from my last Caribbean Students Association meeting for the year, and it was a pretty awesome meeting. I had a lot of fun, but I’m pretty sad to see all the seniors leave. Not just the seniors from CSA but any senior that I met this year or the ones that I met who were sophomores when I was a freshman. It’s not like I was seriously close to any of them and I don’t...
I am not a pile of sticks, so you will not refer to me as “faggot.” Not even in...– Son of Baldwin (via sonofbaldwin) I will say this to my bro the next time he thinks it’s cool to use the “pile of sticks” excuse.
The man that knows something knows that he knows nothing at all.– (via vaganja)
Why every time I talk to someone from staff we end up talking about who on staff we like or don’t like and what’s wrong with them? I swear, it happens every time! I can only imagine what people say about me. I’ve seen some of them talk about others behind their backs, and even though I’m never in the office, they could very well be talking about me too. We all a bunch of...
Stop Whitewashing: They Whitewashed a Black Pilot.... →
shadesoffantasy: stopwhitewashing: Stop Whitewashing: This is an email my mama sent me earlier today. I apologize for not knowing where this originally came from. If any of you have information on where this originated, please let us know. DID YOU KNOW? Subject: FW: Sins of Omission BLACK PILOT ON 9/11!!!! NOT IN THE...
Toni Morrison to Be Awarded the Highest Civilian... →
Professor (all semester): Ok, guys. Your paper can't be under/over 300-500 or 500-700 words. If you go over or under, I'm taking off points.
Me: Come on, son! You can't put a word limit on a writer!
Professor (now): Ok, guys. For your final, it needs to be 1,000-1,500 words. If you go over or under, I'm taking off points.
Me: O_O Shit!
You Know What?
Whenever I realize that I’m starting to fail, I’m just going to quit. :D Really, is it worth the stress to keep going on? I have two days of class left and I’m ready to drop out of school. And it’s that time of the year when I start to hate everything. I tried not to do all of that this year, but right now I’m about to fail at that. See, failing, so I’m about...