Sunday, December 28, 2008

Maybe....

Maybe just maybe
if I took 20 minutes more out of my day to cake my face up and by that I mean put some make up on.
Maybe if I remember to shave my legs every other day
or to wax my eyebrows every other week, or that girly mustache that all you bitches get cause I ain't the only one!
Maybe if I stopped bitting my nails
Maybe if I loose a few pounds
Maybe if I stopped saying so many fucking bad words
maybe if I was a little more polite
Maybe if I dress a little better, put some high heels on
instead of my usual jeans, layer black t-shirt on, and my white adidas.
Maybe if I was girly instead of one of the guys
Maybe if I always giggle at plain stupid shit
or mabe if I play stupid like the others
will you find me attractive and wanna date me.
Maybe you should date me?
Maybe we should just fuck, maybe!
Lets just go at it for hours.
Maybe we could just kiss and hold hands.
maybe we could just sit there and stare at each other like a bunch of dumbasses!!!
Maybe
Just Maybe.................

Yo sonrio

Yo Sonrió

Cierro los ojos

Pienso

Y sonrio

Recordando el preciso instante cuando mis labios tocaron los tuyos.

El hermoso olor de la noche se quedo en mi ropa.

Tus manos casi quedaron tatuadas en mi espalda,

Y tus simples palabras de "no solo podemos ser amigos." Se quedaron cerca de mi corazón.

Cierro los ojos

Pienso

Y sonrió

Tu amistad es sincera y no pienses que la mía no la es,

Quisiera poder dejar de pensar en ti como más de un amigo,

Pero a veces el pensar en ti me trae una sonrisa inmensa.

Tu preguntas, por que sonrió cuando te miro? Es por que

Recuerdo tus labios, tu Mirada, tus manos, tu dulce sencillez.

Voy a cerrar los ojos y recordar, para nunca dejar de sonreír.

Monday, December 1, 2008

WHO’S BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL?

WHO’S BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL?

It’s back

that numbness dumbness feeling.

The feeling that makes me shave my legs, blow-dry my hair, and spray Channel in all the right places.

It’s not butterflies in my stomach,

It’s not waiting by the phone until he calls,

It’s not hoping for more, but just being happy for a couple minutes.

And for sure it’s not the

“Say my name, say my name!”

or

“Do you want me?” kind of minute.

It’s before the bitting, spanking, and

“Who’s been a naughty girl?” kind of feeling,

The taste of his lips

his hands on my skin.

The feeling before we take half our clothes off, because I don’t like being naked.

The minutes before his hands start wondering in all the great places, kind of’ feeling.

It’s closing my eyes as we kiss and feeling like it’s been 30 seconds, when it has really been 10 minutes.

(and if you’re reading this, lets make-out for 30 more seconds.)

It’s your body against mine as you say sweet nothings.

It’s the feeling of being in your arms.

It’s the reason I keep shaving my legs, the reason I don’t bite my nails, the reason I started watching sports…

So, “who’s been a naughty girl?”

Friday, November 14, 2008

DEDICATED TO THIS ONE KID...

THIS WAS ONCE DEDICATED TO THIS KID, BUT I CHANGE MY MIND. THIS IS NOW DEDICATED TO ALL MUSICIANS, ARTIST, WRITERS, LOVERS, AND VINYL LOVERS CAUSE THAT'S WHO I'M MOSTLY ATTRACTED TO.
There's this guy that I dig
Whose lips I wish to kiss.
Oh and when he walks
I wanna' see that ass
Oh yes, he might have an ass.
And what I don't get is why he's playing hard to get
And what I do get is that he's playing with my head….
His thoughts unknown, his dreams are heard,
And can I settle for more?
In his brown eyes I do get lost
And in his arms I just want to be hold.
And when he walks
Oh, here we go with the ass,
I need to check that ass.
The way he flirts as he licks his lips
I know he calls when he's just bored
And I hope he doesn't' think I'm a whore.
There's this guy that I know
He's so straight up and flirtful,
So conceited but not machista
And this honey he thinks
he's funny.
There's this guy that I dig, who's
Lips I still wanna' kiss.
So I'm just gonna' seat here
And think of this
Latin Kid.

THE MUSIC TO MY HEART

The music in my heart

You're like Hip Hop

I dig ya,

And sometimes I need ya'

You're like that rhythm of that song

Let's get down and dance

You're like the lyrics

Let me listen to your lines

again and again

I like getting lost in your words,

I like getting lost in your rhythm

I like getting down to your beat

How long will this song last?

When it ends please rewind

Cause I'm not done.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Friends...

I'm down to a few and I love it!
Only a handful that I can truly count on and that's great no need for more.
All the other so call friends, how about you stop this bullshit, return the stuff, pay back the money owed, and stop wasting energy.
BESITOS!!!!!!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Ya me enamore!

Dime tu nombre,
Ya me enamore,
Dime tu nombre,
Ya me clave!
Dime tu nombre?
Soy como el sol que te calienta cada mañana. Soy la sombra de la tarde, que te sigue hasta que la noche venga.
Soy como la luz que buscas en una noche sin estrellas.
Pero, dime tu nombre?
Soy los besos que te encantan, Soy una noche de pasión sin que te acuerdes de mi nombre. Soy eso y mucho más.
Dime, tu nombre?
Mi nombre cambia cada amanecer.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

MY KNOWLEDGE = GOOGLE! VOTE!!!

My knowledge = Google
Change,
"Fuck the system!"
Yet, we don’t understand it.
"I want something better!"
Yet, we’re too lazy to vote,
And the ones that vote sometimes don’t even have a clue.
"I’m voting for Obama" cause that’s who the radio promotes.
Sick of the media
We act just like puppets.
We need change.
"My voice is never heard,"
But we never said anything!
I’m so interested in the struggle of other nations,
Yet I don’t understand my own.
Let me click on Yahoo, to see what our government agenda holds.
Let me Google my amendments.
Who’s at war? Wikipedia always knows.
Why complain about being broke?
I’m still in the 10-year school plan,
what do I really know?
I know I rather sit and read a book or take a minute to truly listen,
rather then spend my time and money trying to buy that new Fendi purse.
Education = PowerMaterial things are not the answer.

SKANKS @2:00 A.M.

HANGING OUT WITH DALIA AND NOT DRINKING IS LIKE:
like romantic without the hopeless.
like Fafi without neon colors
like your dresser without MAC
like your kitchen without your mom
like Daisy without allergies(too much?)lol
like Hip without the Hopl
ike RunDMC without the 80s
like green socks without gold heelsl
ike your vacation without 45-hahaha
like rain in Houston without the flooding.
Like houston without the humidity.
Like a fat kid without the chocolate cake.
like waking up without a hot guy next to me. (hahahahahaha)
like tacos without some salsa.
LIKE WAKING UP WITHOUT BRUSHING YOUR TEETH!l
Like you without me and me without you...... ☺☺☺ i love you loca!
DALIA I LOVE YOU SKANK!!!
LAST NIGHT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!
VIDEO COMING SOON!!
RATED PG 13

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