Accepted

I don't like people telling me what to do.  I don't like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.  And I hate more than anything when people think bad about me.  I just want to be liked by all but still be myself.  I don't want a boyfriend right now or a bestfriend.  I don't anything to tie me down.  I just want to be who I am and to be accepted.  It's almost funny how everyone says be yourself but when you are they hate it and force you back into solitude.  I just want to stop hiding.  Stop Hiding from the snakes and the mosquitoes and the leeches.  I want to talk as much as I want without people getting annoyed with me.  I want to sing without people's ears bleeding. I want to wear bright colors and dresses everyday.  I'm so sick of being this mask.  I've become hateful and distraught.  It's consuming me.  And I'm just ever so tired of it all.

Lil Red 

Poetry night

Alive

 

I drop.

I cry.

I break.

But I wouldn't do it over 

Any different.

Because 

It's these things 

That remind us that 

We are still alive.

Blue

I fear your words

For they are true

I have taken my life 

And painted it blue 

Time

It's sad 

Really 

Truly 

We are fools

We are puppets 

To a thing we call time

We spend all our lives 

Trying to control others 

When we have no control 

Over ourselves.

And time has control over all.

I hope you enjoy those I wrote them as a sad attempt to be like a poet.

Lil red 

Wake up call

So for the few people who read my blog or keep up with me on social media you should know by now I post what I mean.  And what I post is nine times out of ten not about anyone in particular.  So let's get something straight if I tweet or post and somehow it seems like it's about you? Wake up!  It's not.  Not everything is about you.  If you left that little cloud above your head you would know I don't like you and we are not friends so why on earth would I post or tweet about you in anyway shape or form.  Honestly if you're so paranoid and self conscious I think instead of blaming other people you need to take a long hard look at yourself.  And I'm done with you for good. You can only fix yourself not the world.  Lesson to learn.

P.s it's not about you 

Dreaming of New York

                  I wasn't meant for the country.  I was born to be a concrete animal.  I wasn't meant for the hills and the valleys I was meant for flat ground and tall buildings.  I wasn't meant for sundresses and plaid I was meant for heels and black dresses.  I was meant for the hustle and bustle of the city not the quiet town where everything closes at 8.  I was meant for sharp looks and the sound of shoes hitting the concrete and subways and trains.  I want to walk down a crowded street and no one even give me a second look.  I want to wear red lipstick and sunglasses everyday.  I want to own an apartment where I can have a small library and smell fresh coffee brewing across the street.  I want to be able to go and do something if I can't sleep at 3 in the morning.  I want to ride in a taxi and I want to hear street music everyday.   

                   I wasn't meant to slow down.  I wasn't meant for the horses and the fields.  I was meant to be modern and alive.  I wasn't meant for open spaces I was meant for cramped conditions.  Take me to me to New York where I can be the concrete animal I was born to be.