Saturday, September 25, 2010

I Dreamt That I Could Paint You in Words.

“I dreamt that I could paint you in words
but there were no colors, bright enough
black or white enough
blue or green enough
it didnt mean enough
you are the star to touch the earth
shine bright for all eyes to see,
radiate and touch me
now Im shining like you do
it was dim before I knew you
bright light for weeping eyes to get used to
trust who? thats some shit I had to adjust to
soon as you relax they ease back and cold bust you
love murdered in Brooklyn, sound the alarm
but you still remain calm
my passion is unarmed
I try to practice my warlike tactics
but in your clutch, in your touch
my armor, just collapses
such bliss breeds obliviousness
I recollect sweet breath still wet on my lips
my prayers this:
God protect my beloved
and keep her covered
from the valley to the summit
like the land undiscovered
like the stars outnumbered, you are so beautiful.”

-Mos Def


After reading this, I had to catch my breath. He is a brilliantly talented poet.



Just So You Know....


*flips hair* lol...

Thursday, September 23, 2010

This Week's Random Quote...



"In short, all good things are wild and free."

-Henry David Thoreau

Monday, September 13, 2010

Unbroken.

Her voice was so sharp that it sliced my chest open.

"You are beautiful, " she said.

And there, in my bathroom, my broken heart tumbled into the sink.

"You are a good person," she said.

I reached for my heart. It jumped around violently, circumventing capture.

"You deserve it all," she said.

I stammered. My vision blurred. My heart was broken, but better a broken heart than no heart at all. Why wouldn't it just sit still? Didn't it know I needed it?

"You are better than their limited expectations of you," she said.

I collapsed to the floor. I inhaled deep, trying to catch my breath.

What was this woman yammering about? Didn't she see my open chest? Didn't she see my heart running away from me when I needed it so desperately?

I looked around for the woman. Seeing no one, I bowed my head, noted the gaping hole in my chest and floated into a swift slumber...


"What are you doing in there?! I need to take a shower!" my roommate's voice rattled me awake.


I bounced to my feet and patted my chest. It was whole again.

"Everything is going to be okay," she said sharply. "It always is."

I looked up at the mirror and smiled.

She was me. And my heart was mended.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

I's a Woman Now.




For those of you who wrote in about my blog On Heels, you will be pleased to know that I rocked 5 inch heels for Fashion's Night Out on Friday.... and I kept em on until 3AM for a party that night too. I know you would've been proud, my readers, my loves....

<-- my foot. lol.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Whip My Hair... Willow Smith?!

I like this song. This fact is sooo confusing to me... o_O



"Whip My Hair" -- 9 year old Willow Smith (Will and Jada's little one)

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Ideally, My Life Would Be Like This...

"You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world."
- Ray Bradbury