Reality.

I close my eyes and begin to count
10... 9.... eight...

I breath in slow and breath out with control

Heart finally beating at its normal pulse

I open my eyes and walk through the door.

The key to a missing lock:

Energy is not only around us but it is also in us. Because of this, if we don't learn how to organize our negative energy, sooner or later more chaos will occur and more misunderstandings will arise. When the wrong energy is released, instead of getting closer to love, we get further away from it.

Understanding and compromising is always the key, but finding the lock seems to always be the unknown.

Mi Destino

Ya no lo puedo negar.
Es mi Arte.
La que respiro y vive simpre en mi.
Mi imaginacion Y mi destino.

An evening to myself.

                                                                                             ............

Jeez I finally Broke out of a nasty shell,

it was keeping me away from knowing the things that I needed to 

know

about me.

I let my self go and broke all of the fences that surrounded me.

Then I sang and hit a note I used to dare not.

Dare I did and did was good

Not caring feels so 

invisible.

A hidden Loop

Do it once and forgive

Do it second but remind

Do it third to repeat

Do it fourth so forget

      __________________________

Numbers are silent, and those never lie.

Muderer

  People being, stop being, when stopped by People. 

..........

If you read this,
 
I Love You.

Good & Bad Scars

El sucio

•  

Ayer mis palabras se cailleron
Se callieron de mi boca como liquido se cai en el piso

La situation Pudo ser mas limpia  si el liquido fuera agua
Pero lo que se caillo y ensusio el piso fue malicia

La malicia que es negra y dagina

La malicia que nacio de un momento enojado

Pero no te preocupes porque hoy…limpie el piso con Clorox.

                       

A box and some lines

Blank stares conceal your colors

To portray black and white

So true life is confined

Fearing that no other soul can relate

You chose silence

Thinking that misleading others will protect you

Without knowing that others do protect

You live in gray which is infinite and bland

And move in red, which I can’t stand

Men.

                                   Their words to us are limited.

Yet among themselves it's chatter.

the other side.

I make sure the things I hate, can't be hated permanently.

__________________________________

Why hate something you can't change, when you should be loving?

7:07 am

It's not who writes it or how it's written ... it's where and why that makes who

.Me

Late night snacking

I made Art yesterday
and there was paint everywhere
It was so great
we laid and stared

No more ponytail :)

I am in love ... and YOU should be too.

Flat iron

The other day I was putting on some make-up and felt odd about it, I looked in the mirror and asked myself "what the hell are you covering?"

So, I'm going raw for a while.
----
I completely lost the materialistic side of me.
shit needs to come back...
:)

Growing up is such a *&(&**<> thing
______________

and don't forget...
Haiti needs us
just like
we need Haiti
Please Support!!!
______________

I'm Feeling LOVE and I want others to feel it too.

PS:
NY Crackheads are voluntarily
preaching about 2012 on the streets
and are scaring the nutsaxs out of 2012 believers.
Now, why did the Mayan's send Crackheads to warn us about 2012?
Does humanity have any hope?
This is why we always screw things up
we talk to much.
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smh

Preparing a great finally '2009

I'm currently in Santo Domingo sitting in front of a fan
acting like a princess but feeling like a prisoner
The time is 3:12 am, 1 hour ahead of my normal time

I´ve been hating the year 2009 for about two months now and I know many of us can say the same.. This year was supposed to be the year of recovery from 2008´s madness (xcept Obama) but turned out to be the cherry on top for that 08´hmmhmm.
Nevertheless without 2009 we would´nt have 2010, so thank God for this beautiful life that still continues on earth... I´m glad to still be here.
Ever since Christmas I´ve been thinking a lot about family and how we work with each other. It´s great to have a group of people that will always be around no matter what happens. I want to get rid of some baggage that I´v been carrying around to start 2010 CLEAN.

__

DR

I´ve been enjoying the sun, food, and ofcourse, people.
Everyday has been complete madness
and there´s no room for repetition
I adore being surrounded by my little brother, sisters, and father
but most important my mother
Our relationships get stronger by the seasons

I am a bit but not really homesick...
I´ve been browsing online trying to catch up with the regular´s
seems to me like everyone is making a few changes before 2010 themselves

Basically I'm getting old, you're getting old, and sh*ts getting old
...I wanna keep it moving and keep me learning
 ----
I danced my ass off everyday this week
and Im not stopping until I go back to NY
... its too damn sexy here for me not to enjoy myself.
Besides, it is my vacation
  
DR gives me feeling:

Verde

Most of us treat Earth like a stranger...
when we are all tres familiar with this place
and even though we don't know exactly how we got here

Its still home
so...
Please don't liter

I'm seeing peoples problems covering the sidewalks

Sex appreciation.

A second,
whose complexity and sentiment is ignored.
Their value is lessen yet reproductive to life.
A large population dominated by the recessive other

- a Women:

The golden yet silver utensil of the human race.

Fresh Air.

L.aura (Elle-aura)



Laura which is Dominicanly pronounced LA-RAH

I picked up the nickname Elleaura from the sidewalks of Brooklyn
It is the mixture of my inner and outer self
EllE is the character that steps in the club to do her little two step : people usually meet her first
aura is the second transformation after breaking Elle apart.
I know this may sound like some Pokemon shit but "it is what it is" and we all do it.
Someone once told me that if I always act like Elle , aura would be miserable.
...and they were right.
Entering adulthood is a mighty task to complete.
I barely passed it with a 2.0
no shame to that

I was a female whose artistic heart was drowning in melancholia,
and after a few trips and stumbles
Someone finally threw a life jacket and saved me from drowning
That someone - was me.

On with Sucess!!!!!!

Who was I?

I hear my 6:10 am alarm and ignore it.

It's already 7:08 am and Laura is already late for school.

:: I run in some jeans and sneakers to try and make the last 35 mins of class.

I walk in the classroom and no one can recognize me under the new bangs.

I take a cold looking seat and leave my hood on...

I feel different today, not me... not me at all

I'm down to my last cigarette and my second class is almost starting.

I put it out in shame and walk towards the portables.

Its quite here and everyone is swallowing shame because test scores are shortly announced.

Going down the D list was already hell for me.

It wasn't until he reached the R's that I almost fell!

Finally, he calls my last name and shouts: 81! -- a B -- a passing grade.

Which only gave me happiness for a short while...

a passing grade, one relevant symbol of success

When class was over, I'm puffing my last stick realizing that I must face the cold,

again and alone. Without any companion but my i pod... like how its been lately.

I hop on the B train and my usual seat is taken by a short middle aged women

who repeatedly grins at me.

I pass her and walk towards the last seat to the left.

My hood is still on my head and I'm still some sort of  zombie.

I go home, shower, and make up myself for the usual "routine"

I barely look in the mirror, because when I try tears want to appear

I feel odd in MY clothes, in MY shoes!!

Everything seems unreachable and I'm too short for these games!

I am a stranger in my own skin::

I'm trying to remain strong and play the person that I know is in me but today is missing///

It is strange.

I am pretending to be myself because the real me inside is lost, she's banished.

I reach work where things are jumpy and moody --

I cant...

I cant...

I can't continue to write this.. it makes no sense.....

Today is the day I lost myself

and I'm trying to find me

and i cant

and by writing this just makes me more angry

I hate the feeling of

loosing.

 Maybe throwback NERD can help