Vanillamoonlight

i fell in love with a contemporarist, a rationalist, an artist. he’s rational in his thinking.

this beautiful man sought after a pure virgin. they were filled with fiery love, it made the angels sing. he bestowed her kisses and whispers. a dance of love was created every night the virgin snuck out of her father's house in the quietness of dusk. in the midst of their love, he's swept away to war. a war with his country- his red land, their red earth. the virgin stayed and worked. worked with her firstborn, Angela Diaz-Rae. she put her skinny head down and went to work and studied every night. the call of his secondborn, Margarita Diaz-Gonzalez, placed him back at home. where she was suffering from loneliness in a house not her, for her brothers were killed and her father left for the ibis. she didn't know if her soul could pay the toll of His second leave to the war. a war with himself and his country now. his children left at home with their twisted headed grandmother and grandfather. the mother now at work, eating when she can, nursing her beloveds. the father came ...

dear, you the love i sought could not be found in your thorn-like arms. the feelings of butterflies could no longer come. the yearning for warmth could not be shown in the blankets we shared. the screams for acceptance bounce from one corner to the next of your walled master bed. the warmth of my voice and the fullness of my soul could not creep into the midst of your hollowed center. the voices in your head are gone now with the tenderness of my love. the softness of my skin no longer attainable in the hands of a liar, deceiver, a monster. please don't call my phone because your love sickens me. your soft blowing words stirred a storm in my heart. i could no longer trust the love i was receiving. the split of your lips is where i use to lay; therefore i crept out and walked away. the hateful voice that would anger you and i, needs to be silenced; i will not stay to unlearn your abusive ways; i will not watch you find the meaning of love in the pool of my tears. the ego of your p...

I might not be able to run off into another country or ship myself away for a vacation. Yet I had been transported back through time.  I found myself at the Bill Grahman yesterday night with my childhood best friend and many other people I know who were in attendance there. I was pinched and got my hair pulled by these three stupid white boys. However I was able to throw my bra as ASAP ROCKY and that's all that really matters here. I am creating a newly improved SoundCloud while I eating my cheerios and take my new meds. I have come to realize that maybe taking my newly prescribed meds isn't too terrible. But it definitely leaves me a little looney.