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S.C.A.R.S [scarecely criticized atributed reasons for space]

30 Mar

There’s one on my finger

Two stitches

From when I was five

It reminds me of how I spent childhood

Being a child

There’s one the circles half of my leg

It’s a big one, yes yes

20 stitches

For playing with ants in the dark

Next to a lifted wire fence

My poor little leg, it got caught.

There’s some on my sides, from when

My figure grew in

From those marks, red

I have curves now indeed

Then it becomes tricky

Follow me into my heart

You’ll see a few patches

Of lover’s past.

There’s the time that it happened

A nice winter’s night

There’s the time that they caught us

Not the best of delights.

There’s the one of the previous

The deepest of all

The most serious person

That I had ever had known

They haven’t all healed

And a dress brings me stares

If only they felt

The my leg shouldn’t scare.

But I do not care

My life is far from over

There will be a lot more marks

And I cant wait to see where

Those tracks seem to stop.

Some will be deep,

Others impure

Some will need gauzes

And others allure

But I will not cease living

Because of some mark

I will continue my life

Just waiting for the next one.


Let me tell you about him.

18 Mar

Dear Diary

Its been quite a while

Since I’ve written things down

But last time I had not much to say

And now I’ve got quite a bit!

I have met somebody new

[although this should be no real news to you]

He’s as sweet as can be

Someone whose story is true

He laughs at my jokes, smiles when I pout

He looks into me deeply, and prevents my frowns

Our days have been filled

With glorious endeavors

From kisses and stars to afternoons in the park,

chocolate is no need, to me he’s much sweeter.

His family is amazing

We have plans in two days

I admit his mom sometimes scares me

But I love her either way

He’s an animal Lover

And puts me first

He’s all I’ve ever wanted

I cant ask for more.

Oh Diary if you could just see

The way he looks at me

The way that I smile

His touch goes for miles.

If there is a god I am grateful

For putting him in my way

If there are spirits hear my thank you

For letting me stray

If it’s a Buddha I seek

You have definitely enlightened me

And if in fact its Allah

Then you must know I’m in complete awe.

He’s exciting and selfless

Sexy and sensible.

He’s 26 but practically ageless

The one who makes life oh so tolerable.

He fills me with sunshine

Brings me soup if I’m sick

He’s the type that would cross America

If it meant one more kiss.

We see each other daily

Yet it is not enough

Dear diary I am simply saying

He’s gotta be the one.

the new meaning of love

16 Feb


L is not for the way that you look at me

Although it is nice

I prefer to match L to

Our lovely nights.

O is not for the only one I see

Although it is you

I prefer to say that O stands for

The opaque in my life you have lifted away

V is very Extra ordinary

However in my book

I prefer to think of it as the

Valleys that still stand in our way

E is even more than anyone that you adore

But I rather find

That E is for all the Evenings of which you

Have been by my side.

The perfect place

9 Feb


I was wondering the other day

If I could find some place

To write our names

A place where US wont be taken away


So I wrote it in suds

On the shower door

But slowly they run down

And that’s not US at all


So I then took my lipstick

A Deep Deep red

And wrote the words on the mirror

But sadly lipstick  can be easily washed  away


Then we went to the beach

And I wrote US on the sand

But the water once again came

So I wrote it in my heart

And forever it will stay.

Leaning On the Very Earth…L.O.V.E

8 Oct

This is a story of fruit

A story of sweetness

A story of truth.

And just for the record

I wanted to say

That life isn’t simple

And there are things that will happen

and some will go through

but that lovely night,

I didn’t expect you.

It started out like any day

With one thought going round and round in my head

I was anxious, but sound

Thinking about how lonely I was found

 Then a thought came to mind

And it was all you

You were all that I saw

And all that I knew

So I look at the dartboard

I throw my own dice

I’m making the move

And closing my eyes

I hope for the best

And let the dice fall

I’m making this move

I’m giving my all.

I hoped it was good

I had my heart at my throat

And even when I faltered

You never let go.

That was when I knew

You were true

As True to your heart

As I was to you.

I knew this the instant

You knew me so well

That you never resisted

The wish I threw down into the Well

Kiss me in the rain

I said

By the train

Is ok

Round the corner

Don’t get caught

We’re insane…

Was just a thought

That came to my mind

On that wonderful lovely night

hate is a strong word.

2 Apr

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.






Synonyms belonging to hate and/or/also my EX boyfriend: Abhorrence. Detestation. Hatred. Odium. Revulsion. Disgust. Extreme dislike.

HATE him. Grr he annoys me! Omg. I can’t believe  I ever considered him! Gosh! all the guys I could’ve been dating! [ok, so he saved me from one of them, still.] of all the shit I’ve been through with him, all the shit we both gave up, gave in. GOSH he pisses me off. Off all the damn phone minutes wasted, all the text messages paid for, all the clothes bought, all the diets lost, all the jeans fitting, all the gym and yoga lessons, all the embarrassing moments, the dates the ticketsthemoviesthetearsthejoythe love….ALL FUCKIN GONE. And where he was there is only a deep blue and black stained sea. I STILL have lingerie at his place….i mean we were SERIOUS.

I hate himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

I want to make a movie of us and make him watch it over and over again, and ask him “why?”

Why so sweet?

Why so innocent?

Why so kind?

Why so precious?

Why so remembering?

What good did it do us if at the end all that was going to happen was you breaking my heart. WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?

So much left unsaid, so much left to the imagination and so much that was just ACCEPTED. WTF is wrong with me?!

WHY didn’t I see it?

WHY didn’t I say?


It isn’t/wasn’t/ never will be- ME.

It was predictable; our relationship.

Too good to be true.

And then again, what can you expect from an 18 year old who’s dating a 29 year old? What kind of relationship can arise from that? I was just being optimistic; my bad.

I hate him so much.

The anger I felt, the tears I held back, I HELD him up! WE went through rough times, I HELPED him out.

Now who’s going to help me?

Who is here to HOLD me?

Who’s going to put a [you + me] together to form and US?

And who is going to HELP me?

No one. No one CAN help. It is what I face as the GIRL in the relationship because of the risk I knew I was taking when I said yes to the first date. This is the risk of liking someone, the risk of getting close to that person, the risk of loving.

Some people never take this risk, and years from now I will be glad that I took it, because there is SOMETHING to be learned; I’m sure, but right now I think I’ll go live [ha ha…live] my loveless life.

I absolutely hate him.

just when you play the nice girl…

26 Mar

So, Yesterday i said i was back on with the BF, NOW, today i am questioning it.

Fuckin A, what is it about men that make them so damn annoying? Why do they NOT get it? Why is everything a YES or NO question for them? Are their heads smaller? [Well, I can answer that one from experience, I’ve dated a few whose head just got bigger and bigger with every look in the mirror…] but sooooo not the point….what is up w/ their grey matter? you know this awesome organ called THE BRAIN, what the hell fell into their empty heads?

Point and case- THE BF, he who deems cartoons unworthy of presentation, he who deems the world as a glass that is more or less “half empty” is my so called BF. Now don’t get me wrong, i love the guy but WTF is going through his head? ok, last Saturday he went to this party in LA with his roommate [a GIRL non-the less] and a friend Orlando.  and to be fair: sure i know this girl, I’ve had conversations with her, we’ve even talked about the BF behind his back, in short we bonded; but she is STILL someone who lives with him and he is someone who brings her up when him and I are together randomly. i mean most stories make sense and etc but i JUST DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT SATURDAY. and he doesn’t bring it up all the time, but like today; we were coming home and he brought it up, how he had so much fun at that club he’d never been to because they played that one song of regeaton and everyone started jumping up and down like crazy.

Newsflash: it’s a club!

but then i got quiet and he notices. so he asked

“what’s wrong?”


“then why did you suddenly get so quiet?”

“nothing babe”

“no. tell me.”

“well i just don’t want to hear about your Saturday”

“oh my god. Seriously? Why are you like that?”

“like what?” [and i said this with an attitude because it’s like a ‘WTF’ kind of question]

“like that. Why does it bother you just because you weren’t there ?” [to clarify, i wasn’t there because it was a 21 and over club]

“Because I’ve never done that with you! we’ve never gone clubbing together”

“well then you’re going to get like that when i go to other places when I’m without you, plus we’ve gone dancing before” [insert: yeah, we have, in a Cuban restaurant, now isn’t that just a WEE bit different?]

and he goes on to say what REALLY pissed me off the most;

“see this is why i tell you you need to do your own things” [this is coming after we haven’t seen each other in 4 days because i HAVE done my own things.]

” i do do my own things!”

“well why don’t you go clubbing with your friends and all that?”

” because i don’t want to drive all the way to LA! “

“well there must be some clubs around here.”

“no! There isn’t!!” [i was screaming at this point ]

“well is it my fault you aren’t 21?”

and i say no and he goes on…

” i told you when we started going out that our age difference was big”

[he’s 29, I’m 18.. yeah we’re 11 yrs apart, that’s huge. but i thought that the fundamental thing was that we cared for each other, i mean neither of us has money, so LUST for money has to be ruled out, we both work and go to school full time, so definitely it gives us what i call ‘not enough time together’ which is what he wants most of the time. he REALLY likes his space…he misses me all the time, but he would rather be in that state of ‘missing’ than anything else. yes i get we’re both busy and he really is a sweet heart when it comes to hanging out with me, i mean he’ll cook and make me laugh and tell me random stories and stuff and we’ll have a good ol silly time, but it’s not enough for me sometimes. i WANT to go out with him for more than just a few hours and because of certain dumb things we usually can’t, and so i expect to see him the next day but we’re always busy]

 anyways, THAT specific Saturday i wanted US to go dancing, and we didn’t because of Janet the roommates B-day. so yeah. i was mad. and he just DOESN’T get it. It’s pretty simple, I’m mad and jealous. duh.

anyways. I’m watching Sinbad a CARTOON and he can suck it if he thinks it’s childish or whatever his dumb ass thinks [i swear he’s as much 18 as i am]

so now i’m very happy 🙂 Disney movies and cartoons are what keeps me nice and sweet, it’s the only story in the world that i know will have a happy ending. Sad, but true.

Anywho- Earth day, it’s coming, and it’s BIG. Click here to find out more.

Me and The boyfriend.

Me and The boyfriend.



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