LAUGH TO ERASE THE DIRT ON YOUR MIND

I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s creation.
I control all the outcomes,
in my exclusive narration.

Too long have I been love stained,
needing to be pure once more.
Who knows how many opportunities
were left waiting by the door.

I had failed as a writer,
but now I’m back for revenge.
My pen knows what’s best,
pushing sadness off a ledge.

No longer will I be
a damsel in distress,
but now a fair maiden
putting suitors to the test.

I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s conspiracy.
From now on my outcomes
will consist only of prosperity.

Check out more of my poetry here.

I’m so over math. Even though stats right now is easy, I’m done! Mid term come already! Mid term 2 come already! Final come already! I wanna just finish this class! Thank fucking goodness I’m not taking math next quarter! …… Even if I’m gonna be taking 3 art classes that will most likely kick my ass. But whatever aha.

Your in the car with your awesome cousins listening to Beyonce’s new CD on the way Disneyland! :)

Groove Armada - Warsaw

So good. Song of the day.