masquerade

and we will go on in this live play
and we will dance with the enchanting masks in this masquerade
yet we are unaware that this is just a fading parade
let’s see them waltz their way unfailingly
prance with every step in place
watch them on the gleaming glass as they appear gliding
gliding ever so effortlessly
with lights in their eyes
and pearls in there kisser
morphine drifting in their heavy puff
two stepping to your soundtrack as if they knew every note from nativity
nevertheless envy and spite lie in the screws of the lights in there eyes
as soon as the wrong note is mistakenly pressed
the glass gleaming, sheeny floor is cracked
wrong notes play loudly over and over and over again
minors after minors
bang after bang
the masks begin to tear and disintegrate
the floor is shattering
piece by piece
sequins and glitter fall
mache unwraps painfully in the motion of the leisurely morbid sound
beauty rushes into chaos
as the masks genuineness reveals itself
it is nothing but pure ugliness
eyes full of deceit and death
skin is bloody and burned
and beneath the gleaming glass floor lies nothing
nothing but the malodorous of old and new bones
bones that lay in fire for eternity
and in the end the gleaming glass floor is nothing but an endless hell
and the masks of jewels and sequins disappear into ashes
ashes of nothing but fraud that frolicked with a lilly

Dash

 hello…hope all you bloggers are doing good and living life to its fullest.
i was going through some files and came across this writing i had written and the funny thing is it hasnt changed one bit. thought i would just share it with you guys. enjoy.

              A dream, is defined as an ambition and a cherished desire. From the second we are born, we start our life. Life is full of storms of shame, and clear blue skies that bring a warmness to our home. Living is beautiful and however painfully hard at times. We all learn and grow from our mistakes and falls. Alas we will all have our last hour, and at that moment in time I wonder what goes through a person’s mind, if anything at all? Is it watching yourself and all the glorious things you did or is it a moment of guilt seeing yourself and all the mistakes you have made. Is death just as beautiful as life? No matter how harsh or beautiful death is, I believe the most important thing is not what you take with you in every setting your life takes place, but what you leave behind. As the most loved OZ said to Tin-man, “A heart is not judge by how much you love; but by how much you love others.”

       ((THE DASH…. ;))
Unfortunately people tend to forget about the dash. “The dash?”, you may ask? I am talking about the dash that lies on our grave between the two dates that represent your birth and death. More then just a line, the dash that lies between two four-digit numbers, is more of a symbol. It is a symbol of what you did, achieved and conquered throughout your life. It is about who you loved, how you loved, and most importantly how you were loved and thought of.

In my life, among the many simple things I want to do and accomplish….I want to change the world. I want to make the world a better place. Why is the world we are living in so corrupt and selfish? My goal is to change every person’s life that I come in counter with. I want to make a impact on their day and walk away and have them thinking, “wow that girl has something different about her.” People ask  me why i desire to be different…..well…it is because I am different and I want people to remember that. I see things differently…I look at this world different than anyone else…and although some people cant accept that….or accept how much love I have to give….this is who I am and I will remain this way…because God, Himself, createsd me this way…and it was for a purpose and a reason and I will leave my mark upson this earth and do great things and be remembered. I want to be remembered as the woman that was different, the girl that had that spark about her. The woman that changed the world, made a difference in the people that were her community.
Even though I am no complete perfection, I am a walking testament that even though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending. I will share my stories and help people find their purpose using my personal experiences.

ThroW mE back intO tHe SEA…

so as yall have read about my passion to make a difference in every single life i come in contact with heres a little insight for tonight….a story that kinda puts my belief and goal into concept…enjoy and have a goodnight bloggers.

THE STARFISH POEM

Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch up. As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn’t dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean. As he got closer he called out, “Good morning! What are you doing?” The young man paused, looked up and replied, “Throwing starfish in the ocean.” “I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?” “The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don’t throw them in they’ll die.” “But, young man, don’t you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can’t possibly make a difference!” The young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said-
“It made a difference for that one.”

the.last.first.

well…hi there…this is my first blog post… i wonder how many people will actually read my blog….or even see it, but i am not here for any one else, just for me…but deep down i know someone… even just one person..might see it. well…today im at work and it is really rainy and slow and its awful…i wanna be sleeping haha. zZzzzZzzzZ. i love the rain though. its so beautiful….like how can all this water fall on us from the sky??? yeah i know…persipitation and gravity and science stuff…but idc. thats ruins the beauty of it for me…so let me sit here and wonder on my own…;) well….off to work….ill be writing soon…