Random: Uninhibited.

New post later today.
School edition. :]

Beauty: Make- Up

So I got bored at home and got inspired to do something on my face.
I took some pics. Take a look. :]

Whattaya think? You like? I showed my mom, since I usually do her make-up and she said she's going to find out abbout some class so I can get a Beautician license. ^_^

Poetry: My Everything

My everything
Deserves my all.
My everything
Deserves my demonstration of my appreciation
Which implies my dedication..
To my everything.

My everything
Gets my smiles
A gift with every curl upon my lips.
My everything.

My everything
Gets my hugs
Because every thug deserves some love.
My everything.

My everything
Gets my support
In agreement or disagreement
Through the best and the worst
He always comes first
My everything.

And to my everything,
I give my all.
My everything. ♥

Poetry: Puddle of Tears

Today I walked in the rain
To get aboard on the train
But I was late.
& here I lie awake
as my soul he comes to take.
Take it. Take me.
This is what my brain sees.
Cant even remember what my name be..

So I let them fall. Tears.
Darkness equivalent. Fear.
Welcome love. Sneer.
Forgiveness? Nowhere near.

So Im broken.
Because I was late.
& here I lie awake
as my soul he comes to take.
As my glow he comes to break.

So Im broken.
& theres no one to blame
cause these tears left a stain
& the words are all thats left in my brain.

Poetry: The Hood of the Misunderstood.

Kid 1: I been a lone soul on these streets

Tired of the gunshots in my sleep

I never pray to the lord my soul to keep

Cause at night time is when my momma weeps.

See.. she moved us here thinkin it'd be better than the hood

But in reality the hood was all good

I had my girls & my homies..

Now we out here in the danger zone, where no one really knows me.

I been shot at and stabbed a few times..

But these suburbs aint mine.

Kid 2: I feel you man.. I see it in her eyes.

When my momma lies, I know she wants to cry..

See.. She say she happy man, but I know she playin games

Cause this & our hood? This shit aint the same.

I used to wake up to shouts of my name,

Now I wake up in cold sweats 

Regrettin this lane.

But Im the only nigga to blame.

Kid 1: True man, this shits a shame...

The hood aint as bad as people proclaim..

yeah.. there are some bad places

with bad faces.. and car chases..

But thats not every hood...

Kid 2: Its cause of the news..

Take out all of the good.

Kid 1 & Kid 2: The hoods misunderstood.

Just trying a new poem method.

Shoutouts to Raysa for the "Coversational Poem" idea.

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Life: Jobless.

So I'm jobless yet again. That shit was too hard and I was too stubborn to keep up with it. Fuck it though. I just want a job in a clothing store or shoe store. Maybe even billabong. Def going to look into this. I'm 18 now, getting a job should be a tad bit easier.

I still have yet to buy some cigarettes and stomp on them in front of a smoker. When I get enough money to just waste $10 on cigs, I will. Sorry smokers, I only support mary jane. Lol.