**{My heat beats for the game you play;;dont strike out!}
Bases loaded, the counts 3-0
all I'm gonna do is either take a chance
or walk into your love.
**Ball Drops,
Crowd Gasp,
&& yet the xhilirationg of the wind passes rite by the bat...
Are you making a run for it?
Who said I was gonna swing?
The only thing on my mind is a walk!
If I hit, I'll be moving to quick
I'll take my chance with the pitcher on this one
Like that I could take my time around the bases...
Till I hit home plate
**Hooray! You'v won the game,
&& yet everythings still the same,
becuz 1,2,3 isnt jus that easy
if im on the opossing team,
then i guess ill jus strike out..
Friday, May 21, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Fall For You --- Fermata Nowhere --- ICCA's 2009
--> these negros..bueno these chinos..ARE THE SHIT!!hands down!!
Misery
I thought of such a way to get you away,
For you are what keeps me awake at night
My heart pounds of such syllable, trying to pronounce
Not understanding how 26 letters can make out 8
You wake me up everyday with anger, such fustration and still i try to avoid,
How can I not make you go away,
So close to blood that water cant even thicken thru
Mite as well cal you family
Becasue 8 letters is 8 letters,
and syllables are syllables.
I cant seem to get you to go away but then *PAUSE*
Realizing that your jus lead and you can be erased
But the ignorance of not wanting is what keeps you alive.
Catching up with water
Running through like a rapid disease
Covering up every happy thought
I can not chose,
Because 6 letters is 6 letters
and syllables are syllables
For you are what keeps me awake at night
My heart pounds of such syllable, trying to pronounce
Not understanding how 26 letters can make out 8
You wake me up everyday with anger, such fustration and still i try to avoid,
How can I not make you go away,
So close to blood that water cant even thicken thru
Mite as well cal you family
Becasue 8 letters is 8 letters,
and syllables are syllables.
I cant seem to get you to go away but then *PAUSE*
Realizing that your jus lead and you can be erased
But the ignorance of not wanting is what keeps you alive.
Catching up with water
Running through like a rapid disease
Covering up every happy thought
I can not chose,
Because 6 letters is 6 letters
and syllables are syllables
Lightning don't strike the same place twice.
No women know's til she has suffered from the night,
How sweet and clear its to her heart and the eyes that the morning see
-No man knows the pain and exhiliration til he has suffered from the hours of labor, once those olive eyes open for the first time
-No one knows the endurance of their life unless they have that sacred touch,
-No MAN can wipe my eyes to dark that clouds blur my vision
For I never look back,
never close my eyes,
For I wear wings on my back and love more than its meaning
For YOU cant see wit my clear vision
&& cant feel this feeling that takes over.
How sweet and clear its to her heart and the eyes that the morning see
-No man knows the pain and exhiliration til he has suffered from the hours of labor, once those olive eyes open for the first time
-No one knows the endurance of their life unless they have that sacred touch,
-No MAN can wipe my eyes to dark that clouds blur my vision
For I never look back,
never close my eyes,
For I wear wings on my back and love more than its meaning
For YOU cant see wit my clear vision
&& cant feel this feeling that takes over.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Song of Myself♥
Take me as i am or watch me as i go
Government knows me as Lauren Guerrero
not chosen but given
est. since may 9th 1992
abstract colors express my individualism
raging teenager who hates ignorance
my life is a runaway train, it never stops
sometimes on a plane; life is unstable
learned to live with defiance & abondonments
muh heart beats for music, but aches for love
i am who i am , not what i want to become.
my parents are starangers to me in everything
school is everchanging
met thousands of people all around the world
none to stay very long
my passion is for a famous mouse
inner child screams within
wanting to release; outburtst with joy
but i am LAUREN, shy girl,
who will never open her heart
never trust a soul
for ive lived to myself, byself as long as i can remember
If i can change muh name
It will be Soledad
Government knows me as Lauren Guerrero
not chosen but given
est. since may 9th 1992
abstract colors express my individualism
raging teenager who hates ignorance
my life is a runaway train, it never stops
sometimes on a plane; life is unstable
learned to live with defiance & abondonments
muh heart beats for music, but aches for love
i am who i am , not what i want to become.
my parents are starangers to me in everything
school is everchanging
met thousands of people all around the world
none to stay very long
my passion is for a famous mouse
inner child screams within
wanting to release; outburtst with joy
but i am LAUREN, shy girl,
who will never open her heart
never trust a soul
for ive lived to myself, byself as long as i can remember
If i can change muh name
It will be Soledad
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The Memories Come and Go
The Memories come, the people go
The memories come, the people go
Every morning came and my self esteem was still low
Without your presence I can’t even see the real me
Makes me want to get up, get up and flee
And the memories come, the people go
Whether light, whether glow
I can feel the days go by so slow
In my own depths of solitude I can overcome the basic simplicity
If he can only remember to give me one more opportunity
And the memories come, the people go
The pain from the vessels in the veins still flow
And as the months passed you think they’d know
The colorless droplets from the rain
Can’t even express my pain
And the memories come, the people go
The memories come, the people go
Every morning came and my self esteem was still low
Without your presence I can’t even see the real me
Makes me want to get up, get up and flee
And the memories come, the people go
Whether light, whether glow
I can feel the days go by so slow
In my own depths of solitude I can overcome the basic simplicity
If he can only remember to give me one more opportunity
And the memories come, the people go
The pain from the vessels in the veins still flow
And as the months passed you think they’d know
The colorless droplets from the rain
Can’t even express my pain
And the memories come, the people go
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