Pledge to Healthy

So I don't like the word diet...its got a lot of evil shadows floating over it.  Magic "diet" solutions run rampant through the drugstores but they don't really do anything...except stimulate your insides...and in most cases over stimulate.

So I'm not calling it a diet more a pledge to healthy.  I've kind of already been doing it but I'm giving myself an extra push by making it public.  So here's the big part!  NO TAKEOUT**!  Now I have to add in an * or two here.  I'm not including sushi in the takeout concept; one I don't have it often; two I love sushi.  Depriving yourself of everything delicious makes you cheat on your new lifestyle more than anything.

Morning Cup

Morning cup

Sweet cream swirls

In the dark depths

Caramel colored liquid

Bold

                        Strong

                                                Delicious

Just a touch of cinnamon

Sprinkled on top

White milky froth

Creamy

                        Smooth

                                                Devine

Chocolate drops

Mixed in

Smooth thick cocoa

Sweet

                        Hot

                                                Desired

Mix them all together

A bold flavor

With a hint of cream and cinnamon

Chocolate drops on top of it all

Sexual

                        Needed

                                                Dreamworthy

My favorite cup

Perfectly created just for me

Mmmm

Mmm

Mmmm

I think I’ll have another drink

December 2011

Mask

We talk

And laugh

Joke around

Avoid the elephant

floating in the room

Its not but it is

But its not but it could be

But it won't be

Questions 

With no answers

Experiments

Never tried

How the past

Shields us from

taking a leap again

Can it be more

Can it be less

Can it just be

With no definitions but

Explanations

Wanting to tell you

To just leap and yell

Shout let my heart sing

But instead I hide for fear

Rejection

Not what I want to feel 

So I embrace the shadows 

Of my emotions 

And wear a mask 

As we chill 

......................Wonder if you ever notice

Walked Into A Shop

I Walked into a shop....

I walked into a shop today

And asked them to take my scars

Bury them deep beneath

Layers of colors

Lines of ink

They sat me down

In the artists chair

And asked me simply

To breathe

They rubbed my scars

And Soothed my nerves

 Passed a tissue

And sketched

And reminded me simply

To breathe

The pattern was laid across

Covering over

The bad memories

The hard times

Those the scars represented

Needle to skin

Remember simply

To breathe

Needle to skin

Remember simply

To breathe

Breathe

Breathe

As the artist puts on

The finishing touches

Detailing each corner

Each line

I’m passed a tissue

Remember simply

To breathe

As I walk out the door

My scars no longer visible

Now I have a flower

To look upon in my darkest hour

And remember simply

To breathe

~~~~December 9th 2011

The Right Fit to be Happy

Finding Mr Right.....or whatever the case may be....is never as easy as it seems in the movies.  And just when you think you've found him, the world throws something new at you.  I turn 26 in a very fast moving two and a half months and as my close circle is all around the same age we've all gotten to a place of wanting to understand what's out there for us.  Be it jobs, money, love, entrepreneurship, or disaster.  We, like many this age just want to know what were walking into.

The subject was brought up by Smith*(names changed to protect the innocent) that he found himself being okay with family life over drinking and video games, cause he found the right one.  Where as a lot of others are still in a relationship but out doing the same trifling things they did as a single person.  But there's the ticket Smith found the right one.  Which made me of course mentally evaluate my past "one" Jimbo*, and well to glaze over that blip on the radar...he wasn't satisfied with just being at home.  At the time, as humans do, I questioned why Jimbo wasn't happy in our relationship, what could I do to make it work.  (Jill Scott's story line from "Why Did I Get Married") but realizing now, nothing I could have done would have made it work, he wasn't the right man for me and I not the right woman for him.

Wanting

I want you to feel for me 
What deep inside I feel for you
I wish there was a way
To show you
I don't know if I need you
My minds to scared to even let that be an option
My heart hides from what 
The pain of need could bring
I want you to be there
When everyone else has vanished
Be the uplifter 
And let me uplift you
I want to share secrets
Passions
Dreams
With no holding back
I want to lay beside you
Listen to your snores 
And peacefully drift off to sleep every night
Am I wrong to want more from this
To want 
To hope
Am I wrong to question 
To wonder what this means
To you
If it means anything at all
I want you to feel
I want to feel what you feel
The doors ahead
Lead me in very different directions
Different paths to let my soul take
Maybe what I want
Is just that a want
Something never meant to be
Never to come true


But I want anyway..................................................................................

Journeys....and Experiments

Happy Birthday Austin!!!!!

Not sure if he reads it but, always shout out your friends birthdays.

Anyway......Today I set out on a grand search for supplies to help get my business(Dulce Perla Jewels) organized.  Apparently going from hobby to business means you acquire a LOT of different pieces.  Little bits of every project I have ever done are wandering around; many of which I'm absolutely in love with and need to order more of asap....Funny how you can't remember which items you liked when everything is a chaotic mess.

So off to Greenbelt I went....Which turned into me going to Aspen Hill, and debating a trip to Laurel.  Also known as, "hmmm, maybe I DO need a car" but whatever thank you WMATA, alll my trains and buses were running on time and possibly even a little ahead of schedule, fine by me I was a woman on a mission.