Operation: Household Name
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
ITS OUT!!!
EDM (Electronic Dance Music) Takeover
Thursday, December 31, 2009
New Years Goal
"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me." - Matthew 5:11Follow your dreams. Follow your heart. Only you and God know whats right for you.
Greatness comes in individuality... Embrace your Queendom!
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Monday, August 3, 2009
Hunger
Long hours, too much time.
Fill my void.
Losing my mind
Aching silence overflowing with anxiety
Pent up energy
Romantically imbalanced
Fill my void
Everyday surrendering
Searching

Grasping
Fill my void
No map. No guide.
Fleeing from the unknown
Running to a mystery.
Memory clouded.
But I know I need
Fill my void.
Heart pounding,
Throat inflamed.
Tear ducts empty
Fire through my veins
Forever in motion
Forever...
Chasing possibilities,
Fill my void.
No avenue unexplored.
Reading
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
I miss home
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
In the words of another...
Of words unsaid
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
I am a P.O.W.
Not a prisoner of war
Like a soldier
I'm a fighter
Yet only a puppet
Mostly I only say
What you wanna hear
Could you take it if I came clear?
Or would you rather see me
Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
M.I.A.
I guess that's what I am
Scraping this cold earth
For a piece of myself
For peace in myself
It'd be easier if you put me in jail
If you locked me away
I'd have someone to blame
But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind
My hands are cuffed behind my back
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth
Run too fast to be old
I've forgotten what I was told
Ain't I a sight to behold?
A prisoner of age dying to be young
To my head is my hand with a gun
And it's cold and it's hard
Cause there's nowhere to run
When you've caged youself
By holding your tongue
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
It's like solitary confinement
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Warning
Friday, October 24, 2008
Sweetness
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Recall
Anxiety
I have a hole in my chest. No one can see it and no one knows,
but it's definitely there.
And it moves.
Sometimes it's in my throat.
Or my heart
Or in the front of my chest before my ribs
Or in my back in the middle of my spine
And it varies in size.
It comes when I sit too still for too long and I'm too quiet.
I worry.









