This Is Why I Hate Women

"Gymnastics is like the Navy Seals, but harder. There are, like, 2000 Navy Seals, but only 200 elite gymnasts. I guess most teenagers would rather have a life than spend 6 hours a day training to do tricks that could KILL you. Don't be fooled by the leotards, people! The things that gymnasts do make the Navy Seals look like wusses. And we do them WITHOUT a gun!"

Such bullshit. God forbid they have what could be considered a job as they try to get on television. They don't do shit for anyone else but themselves. Sure they work out, but its not near "harder" than the seals. It's bullshit these women think that they are that amazing when the things they do to put themselves in harm's way. "Harm's way" is for their own pleasure instead of for the sake of the millions around them. Screw women. They can suck it.

Midnight Dream

Midnight Dream

She's got a lil swagger to her walk
--a little jump to her step
Her eyes are even brighter than a million sunsets

Shes got those deep blue eyes
--like a midnight dream
Lord a girl would think "this can't be me"

She's got her heart beating fast
--an earthquake beneath her chest
It's like a little race car that just beat the best

She;s got a brand new smile
--a new contagious laugh
A way to show the world love happens like that

She's got a glow to her face
--a dazzling look in her eyes
Anyone that knows her, knows the reason why

You have brought her back to life
--given her some hope
This is true love and just the way it goes.

So she has a lol swagger to her walk
--a little jump to her step
Boy you better know you make her like that.

It all started with an initial shock. One that consumed us like a lighting bolt that touched down in the ocean. Everytime we touch, i can still feel like electricity that courses through my veins. Because the sound of your voice sparks my smile. The look in your eyes electrify my soul. And the taste of your kiss jolts all my senses. Whoever said lighting doesn't strike the same place twice should probably look at my heart since you've been around.

Do you know you bring out a glow to her. Shes not sure she ever experienced? its like your touch shocked her and there is electricity racing through her blood.

Its like i was mezmorized by you. You were the fire to my water. the danger and awe to my calm and steady. and i begged for a touch not knowing what would happen. and through the courage, i finally got close enough. not realizing even water can get burned.

And there she was as if a miracle was brought to her. he had shown her what its like to be happy. what love can really be

I believe in different kinds of love. the ones that you slowly stumble into and get wrapped up in. the ones that draw you in and take you over and the ones that electrify you and you can not live without.

The Author's Role

She wants to be your lover.

Your midnight walks along the secret hidden beach

With the mystical sunset looming out before you

The one to reach for your lonely hand

Just when you thought you'd never get your perfect kiss

She wants to cause that smile.

She wants to be your best friend

Your girlfriend you giggle with like school girls

As you pour over old fads and broken records,

Lost boyfriends and cherished memories

The one you can confide in when the rest of the world shuts you out

She wants to cause that laugh.

She wants to be your drug dealer

Your weakness in the obsession. 

The way your thoughts are clouded by darkness

The fire in your eyes and the weakness in your mind

The one that makes you beg for just one more hit, one more struggling vision

She wants to cause your confusion.

She wants to be your enemy

Your stubborn ways are only good if used against you

She wants to feed that thought and watch your mind do its magic

As it twists and turns with new anger

The one to make you feel your power and ignite your passion

She wants to cause your strength

She wants to be your heartbreaker

Your kryptonite as you walks among us. 

She wants to be the reason that you suffer and

Every death that you couldn’t take

The one to make you cry your heart out to a world that won’t listen

She wants to cause your tears

She wants to be your brother

Your smart ass jab and cause for bruised ribs

The one that wrestles you to the ground

And can school you in games.

The one that always one up's you and brings you to your knees

She wants to cause your embarrassment

She wants to be your author

The one that you feel converts you to a whole new world

To all new feelings that you never had.

She wants to be the one to light the way

The one to remind you what it’s like to imagine

She wants to cause your reaction.

Just by being another half to a thought that you never spoke

And a twinge of a feeling that you never forgot

Just by giving you new remarkable encounters you never thought of

And incomparable frustrations that you never felt

She wants to be the one to bring out the passion that you didn’t even know you had

She wants to be your distraction. 

...In a world where you think you are a whole.

She wants to be your other half.

Her First Time Here

Her First Time Here

And this whole place became her escape.
She walked around her secret garden
Staring at the blooming scenery
As if taking her first breathe,
Falling passionately in love,
And seeing color for the very first time
In a world so distorted with shades of black and white

Among the crowded streets and planned out lives
She noticed a life she always passed up
By taking her time she found herself in awe
Of the couples, young and old, living in the moment
As they giggled and held each other in their open arms
She watched as they fell in love all over again
Under the clear blue sky and budding trees.

She noticed the smells come to life.
The new leaves and dandelions aroused her every sense
How that hint of lusciousness in the air
Could drown out the busy streets,
Honking horns, and metallic sky scrapers
How the wind became its own dance
That her hair couldn’t help but find the flow to
As its melody forced a kiss on her bare cheek
She noticed everything danced with the wind’s rhythm
And to the crashing waves rhythmic heartbeat.

Most importantly, how important taking a single
Moment out of her own hectic life
To realize the liveliness of such a busy place
Isn’t hidden behind a PDA screen and important calls
But in between two lover’s hands.
It’s not among the crowded trains
And mumbled words of passengers
But among the butterflies enjoying the sweet
Smell of newly cut grass and primroses in blossom.

How life isn’t about how much time she uses up,
But how much she enjoys the song of the waves
And the dance that the wind performs among
The laughing trees and passionate clouds
That among this busy city are all the colors
She just began to appreciate for the first time
Sitting there in her secret garden

Everything Happens for a Reason

From March 2010
the past year of my life has been unexpected.
i have changed and grown up a lot.
i have learned how to take the unknowns of life on
and to jump as high as needed to go to surpass any obstacle.
i can look at everything i have encountered
and realize that its exactly what i needed at that time.

i needed this year of crazy memories, new friends, new boys, and a new life.
i needed a year that devoted to finding myself, creating myself, and to freeing myself.
i needed this year to become the EXACT person i want to be
and to realize the strength, morality, and character that i do have.
i needed this year to realize what i am worth and what i can be.
to figure out how important i am and how much i can mean to someone.

i needed everything that happened to me.
every fight, every fall, every mistake,
every change, every smile, every laugh,
every i told you so, every i love you and every breathe.
i needed to figure out what cards i hold in my own hand
and how to play the right ones over the wrong.

i needed every text, every phone call, every message
every heartbreak, every love, every heartbeat
i needed every encounter, every hello and every goodbye.
i now understand that i am able to do anything and that it'll be worth it.
i now know that life will work out because it is right now.

The Write Half

It’s her soul. It’s her being.
She lives for that feeling
Step back. Watch her soar.
Watch her live the life she was always destined for.
This. That moment.
The one where everything starts falling into place.
It’s like each thought has been predetermined
Chewed up and spit out.
Yet here she is. Rearranging the thoughts that everyone else had
Making it perfect. Perfect
She’s meant to do this.
It’s her passion. It’s her trust
That this world, this belief
And this moment is worth more
Than anything else.
And that if she could pour her feelings
Onto this paper. Into these thoughts
That maybe, maybe
She could find one person her words could affect
Someone’s life that she could touch.
Just like hers has been touched.
Everyone deserves to feel whole.
And she’s willing to write the other half.

The Next Breakthrough

This is another step of getting over you.

I dont know if you feel it but i do.
i dont know if you sense it like i do.
but these are the last straws.
and they are bending.
just like all of those before them.
its not much longer til i dont hear from you
not much longer til i dont see you.
its not much longer, til you no longer exist to me

so what was the step?
what divided me even further from you?
someone elses love story
a fact that i didnt have to think of you
and i didnt
it didnt remind me of you in the slightest
in fact,
it reminded me of him
every part, everything went to him.

thats what moving on is.
it is the ability to get over
to let go
to move on.
and thats what is going on
i am done
i played your game
and i am through
i am ready to start a new game
that does not involve you

im ready to look at love
and not want you
i am ready to look at life
and not need you
i am ready to take those last steps
and walk
walk far away
to find my own direction
to bend my own way
and to leave you behind.

all for love
all for happiness
but mainly,
more than anything
all for me.
because i deserve
my own path
my own way
my own love.