Sturdy Stems.

I didn't plant the seeds.
I expected brilliant buds to bloom and blossom.
I anticipated swarms of bees to spread the pollen and do half of the labor for me. In theory, this plant would yield petals upon petals, reaching for the stars from sturdy stems.
It's called phototropism when the flowers grow towards the source of light, and I was the sun.
This plant pleaded for my water yet never needed my rays. Through my unconditional passion, I conceived a blind plant. The roots where intertwined and double knotted as to avoid any usage of insufficient nutrients.
Who was really blind? I found myself drowning a cactus.
I'd bred a plant whose buds attracted me psycho-actively. What was I in love with?
I didn't plant any seeds.
It's called thigmotropism when the plant grows amongst an object-a wall, a boulder, fence.
My heart was an obstacle that these stems traversed and encompassed, rejoining after devouring. Her leaves deceived.
I gave rise to a plant with pretty petals but I never plucked. Pollen was poison.
One day, I'll ask her: If I would've planted the seeds, an inch apart, in a pot hand crafted from the heart, would you have...would you have...
Would you have grown for me?



The other day, in waiting in line for twilight at the Grove, I sat behind this group of girls. Had to be 17, 18. I had no problem with their immaturity and stupid ass giggling but what finally pissed me off-this gay couple walked past us holding hands and these girl waited until they passed to look at each other and say "that's disgusting."

All I could do was shake my head, mainly because it wasn't their fault. I don't know their religion, don't know how they were raised and stuff like that so I couldn't really blame them. What disturbed me the most was the word "disgusting". That is the picture that the media and politicians have painted for us, for many in my generation. We have come to believe that two people in love is disgusting. We have come to believe that the plight of a particular group is disgusting. We have to come to believe that labeling and prejudging is still tolerated only if it is aimed at people different from us. None of this sounds acceptable to me yet here I stood, listening to my contemporaries perpetuating the cycle of hate and prejudice. That is disgusting to me.
When i hear this type of shit, I can only imagine what the whites would say when they saw a black marrying a white woman years and years ago. They wouldn't say "disgusting" under their breath, they would do something much more horrible and graphic for me to even put into words.

What disgusts me is the Bloods and Crips killing each other every day.
What disgusts me is all my high school friends getting trashed and drunk damn near every night.
What disgusts me is the "History" that we all were taught in high school.
What disgusts me is the amount of mislead teens, everywhere I go.
What disgusts me is the current idea of "love".
What disgusts me is Two girls, One cup.

I can understand if Homosexuality bothers you or you don't agree with it. Does that give you the right to announce that shit? And nobody can ever explain why they are so against homosexuality either! I say I hate spinach because that shit tastes nasty! I say I hate Ford Mustangs because the quality is incredibly inferior to Chevy.

If your argument against Homosexuality is that it goes against your religion, then JUST DON'T BE GAY YOURSELF! Your don't go against your God by being straight however you DO go against your God by spreading hate. Don't be mad because other people are defying YOUR religion.


Quarter Life.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved so much could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren’t a bad person. One night stands and random hookups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot doesn’t seem as fun. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future, and making a life for yourself and maybe for someone else…and while winning the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender. What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it in some way or another. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure the whole thing out. “Life is not measured by the amount of breaths we take but by the amount of moments that take our breath away.”

—Unknown Author


Kanye West Top 3

#1. College Dropout- Last Call
For lines such as "My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air", "Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams" and also "I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term African American Express" This was the best beat on College Dropout, in my opinion.

#2 808's And Heartbreaks- Street Lights
Every time I listen to this song I picture cruising through Downtown Long Beach or Downtown Los Angeles with those orange and yellow glowing street lights and stop lights. It's a very mellow song and sets a cool, easy mood.

#3 808's And Hearbreaks-
Pinocchio Story
Just listen to the song. Tell me you can't feel the emotions. "
I got everything figured out But for some reason I can never find what real love is about".