January 2010
37 posts
“You can spend minutes, hours,
days, weeks or even months
over-analyzing a...”
– Pac
thanks for reblogging my video guys. i love you all! :)
i’ll def post more of my future perfomances. :)
fuck valentine’s day. one day to show your “love”. one day to give cheap ass walgreens chocolates, one day to give roses that die in a few days, to say hallmark cliches. fuck that day. it’s some americanized bullshit. like every other fucking holiday. fuck .99 cent hallmarks, and those valentine day hearts. fuck teddy bears, holding a stupid ass heart probably made at a...
I’m loved but I could love myself more.
stressed.
“No fornicating cause we relating above the physical, like through our kisses, we...”
– New poem I’m working on
“People say grow some balls, but in truth balls are really small, so strength...”
– Stupid quote by me.
ariana.
you’re gorgeous. i can’t get you out of my mind. your small and delicate being amazes me. your innocence is beyond holy. you are beautiful. i can’t wait to see you again. i guess i just had to hold you to know that no matter what, you will always be my little sister.
jan 11th.
today my “baby sister” was born, and i honestly don’t care. i really blame my dad for me not caring. i really seen his girlfriend 3 times. once was a coincidence, cause i saw him at the health clinic. the other one was at her baby shower. and the third time was when i slept over that one time. like sure, she’s my sister, but i don’t feel like she is. i feel like...
http://thefbomb.org/ →
Young feminist blog. kick asss.
feb 5th.
i’m performing again. my dad was suppose to come on friday, but he didn’t. and shit, it hurt so much. there’s dads that live in a different country, so they never establish a relationship with their kids. there are dads that also live in a different state, so once again, that relationship is hard. my dad lives less than 2 miles away from me, and we have yet to create a...
last night.
last night was amazing. i never felt so much love before. someone even told me they’re my number one fan. i got so many hugs from people that really liked what i did. i feel alive. it was nights like yesterday and every time i perform when i feel like i know what i want to do in life. i know what im destined for. that is, spoken word.
the act of performing.
i can’t wait to inhale some stage air.
let the reactions from the crowd fuel me.
speak truth, and be heard and not judged.
i fucking live for this.
random jots.
I like to write.
Strip words from my mind like erotic poker.
Creating words from feelings, jotting down truth in between blue lines.
Making speeches, poems, and even raps, writing them each week or even back to back.
I let it out like holding breaths underwater, gasping for breah.
Gasping for life.
I write again, I breathe again.
I live.
“Fuck quotes. I quote myself.”
– D.Morales
“fools get schooled to show who really rules, and it changes by the week, because...”
– line from Ghetto Warriors
my secret?
fuck what everyone thinks because when i am close to you, the world orbits around us, we are flying between star and star discovering new worlds, navigating eachother through our heartbeats. our souls create warmth by just holding hands. you create perfect ying-yang balance sustaining an equilibrium of peace and destruction in my mind. you are the only person who calls me beautiful.
“When only five minutes with him can make you happy for the next days…that’s...”
– Anonymous (via thatslove) (via anditslove) (via foreveridream)
“This is the ghetto,
In which intelligent minds no longer exist,
Words are...”
– D.Morales
“I miss you like stuff that misses stuff.”
– D.Juarez
“Love is like the 20 dollar bill you find in an old jacket.”
– D.Morales
“Street dreams engraved in cracked pavements. Everyday it’s the same...”
– D.Morales
ghetto warriors.
bricks plastered on buildings shattering aesthetics views;
this is one ugly place.
with darkened dudes in hoodies, lowered eyes like medieval times.
backward, counterclockwise tick-tocking, inverted sands of time.
a dysfunctional system
in which compromise doesn’t exist.
and pacifism is a joke.
violent warriors desperate for revenge, being too territorial.
willing to settle with some...
don't push me.
putting things in me like “insert here” machines.
putting quarters, penises and fingers in our daughters.
i’d like to call this shit the WOman slaughter of innocence.
verbal manipulation is the cause of this.
saying “i love yous” like daily salutations.
females becoming infatuated with society’s way of commercialized love.
so they want love badly and they...