BestFriend

From young to old we've conquered, we've even touched the horizon.
look deep into the heart, and your loved one I'm beside them.

helped me walk with change, being that in which is needed.
head strong, motivated, even when we've been defeated.

Taught me so much, and sometimes I'd teach you.
Many have left me, but you've stayed along with few.

and I'm sorry I never listened, because you were mostly right.
see the character flaw, in the midst of all the hype.

So right here I thank you, for your opinions, and concerns.
my bestfriend, my uncle, each title is well earned

Let go : Let God

It's not my battle
I'm just the prize
Cheering on my God

The normal fight
good and evil
knowing good always prevails

scared sometimes
evil may snatch me and run
but refusing to fall on his path

I grab my God as he protects me
"don't worry my child I'm here"
his force field, his power

stay with him and I'll be fine
against all the evils set out to chase me
I'm at peace with the divine

My Dragon

It sit's there in the sky
floating above my head
as I race for my life
it steady chases me
I remember when it was young
I cradled in my arms
should have killed it then
but instead, I let it go
yet, it always just came back
it's mother it craved
so I'd feed it for a while
and leave it there
I suppose, it's past of my abandonment
left it ambitious for my soul
ready to kill me
feed off my flesh
and leave me there
alone
scared
helpless
weak
with nobody to turn to
so I run from it, I'm tired
but that's all I can do
I don't give in
cause I hear it kills you

My Bestfriend

You are you and my appreciation exceeds the limits
held me out, even when I wanted to give in
make me stronger, when I was too weak to live in
the moments of my despair, when I was anxious for heaven
and I want to cry sometimes when I see how blessed I am
because I know I don't deserve someone as great as a friend
that you have been to me, though it's only been a year
we soon will be apart, but I know you'll still be here
and if not, I'm glad we we're the best of what was
God sent you just in time, and I know this because
I was getting weaker, and so were you
and when one of us would fall, the other knew what to do
and I joke around like I'd forget, like I won't miss you
but trust me when I leave I'm going to miss you too





I LOVE YOU STARR !!! NO HOMO DOE !! lmto [:
ps: I started to cry when I wrote this jive turkey
FEEL SPECIAL !! >:o lol

[:

Can we be each others hyperbole ?
Love oh love, connect to the 3rd degree
Our life is poetry
you're personified, and my metaphor's supposed to be
greater than the greatest, when I vibe with you emotionally
eyes' connect and we can witness what our kids will see

Stronger when I'm next to you
the best of me is best with you
this far along, and this I would have never knew
wake up in the morning, stuck wondering what I would do
you're my other half, and I believe it when you say it too
can we keep this up? of course, our flame is forever new

She's Okay

Can't you hear her ???
Can't you see her???
Can't you feel her???

she's calling you
she's needing you
she's loving you

her voice, so soft
so filled with ambition
can't you hear her?
she's calling you

her innocence, so sweet
so fragile, so petite
can't you see her???
she's needing you

her skin, so smooth
her heart, so new
can't you feel her?
she's loving you

she is you, she's me
she's everything
our existence
our proof
she's fading
because of you

she's calling you
so you can hear her
she's needing you
to know her
she already loves you
just so you can feel her
don't worry love
she's okay

Just Maybe

Her heart beats, anticipating
the time moves slow yet she sits there waiting
to hear those wretched words that might never be uttered from his lips
"I Love You but. . . ." she knows it's coming to this
her fall, her torment, her dreams soon shattered
break her like the others that he had once flattered
he doesn't glare from a distance, seeking revenge
on the she who makes his heart ache and cringe
but he tortures her as if forever is now here
and if they keep up this pace she knows they'll go nowhere
paranoia, lust, dreams at the horizon
seems. too. impossible. to be. good
seems. too. good. to be. true
because paranoia, lust, and their dreams at the horizon
allocates the flaming barrier between themselves
get to focused on their past they can't believe themselves
she knows, she knows, it's bound to happen one day
because the wrong fire will only get bigger and burn them one day
alive as she screams and she runs from her fears
forced to break down produce tear after tear
but she's supposed to be radiant
she's supposed to be virtuous
she's supposed to trust that her maker, knows the plan
and Just maybe this is it. . .
just maybe she submits
just maybe. . she'll be okay
in his arms

A bunch of nothing is what this is

There isn't much to say, but I'm taking the fools path so I'll blog anyways::













I've been pretty much really stressed out lately, as if my mind has buckled me on a rollercoaster. and I'm 9 [I hated rollercoasters] and it's really frustrating. Stressful situations are being thrown to me left and right, and I'm trying to stay strong but it's difficult. It's as if I have nothing left within me to hold on for me so I'm on the edge of the cliff staying up with my teeth, I would put th is in poetry format but . . what ever I write will get bejumbled and stupid looking : / All I can really do is pray, because Gods been the only active being in this thing I call life, he gets me through everything. and I appreciate him and love him so much for it. I suppose being nothing isn't a bad thing. . .I need him so much because I really am like a chicken with it's head cut off when I try things myself.

Give Me A Song

Don't give me what I've been waiting for
Give me what I'm used to
give me a song that makes me shake my head like I'm used to
I want to be degraded, harass me call me a hoe
because I want to hear a song that I already know
I want you to make it rain on me, and brag about you cheatin
give me a song, appreciate me only when I'm leavin
I want no emotions, my body isn't poetry
I want you to give me a song strictly of my opening
about pluggin it up, yea, you know what that's supposed to mean
and throw a bunch of dirty phrases in it, don't keep it clean
because I can only be down for you when I'm down on my knees
and that's the song I want to hear, keep down my low self esteem
Give me a song about pussy, money, weed
don't give me what I've been waiting for
just give me what I'm used to
give me a song that makes me shake my head like I'm used to
because why would I want respect, when I'm nothing more to you
than a cunt: yes, a filthy vagina, that's the song that I'm used to
thank you, thank you for your honesty, it's of good use

Existence

Yes, still, forever, always
love, feel, remember, you
want, crave, your, heart
Yes, of course, I still, do

this doesn't make sense but my mind goes on tangents
forever and 3 days thinking about what I have missed
and I have a blockade keeping me from everyone else
stalemate sweet one which makes me kept to myself
but I'm open to you, and vise versa I suppose
I told you I care, tell me what no one else knows
I'll be your diary, the pages that can't be turned
and our friendship is mysterious, and I have so much to learn
about why it exist, maybe this is a sign
but I can sit here in silence, I'm happy, though you're not mine

Life is very long

Life is TOO long to not be loved
to not feel cared for, to not be hugged
Life will take years, by eniquity alone
with living it to the fullest, a week is too long
So many downs, the "ups" cause the flesh
day by day screaming out "GOD WHAT'S NEXT!!"
but we're not waiting for his answer, we just move on
going hard for the world,makes the next DAY too long
so many regrets compressed into 24 hours
trying to wash away our filth everytime we take a shower
but our lessons are never learned, we continue to feed the flesh
and the next time we break, we're screaming "GOD ! WHAT'S NEXT!?"

Life isn't long enough, to "grow out" of anything
but it is too long to continue to feed off eniquity
and after this life, there's no doubt there is eternity
and you have to decide which side of the spectrum you'd rather be ?
You decide for you, I'll decide for me
and me wants to live forever heavenly.

My Foe

My head is held high
for God is standing by my side

and as intimidating it may seem
there is no right to lessen me

My mistakes have made me fall
but with his grace I stand tall

I am the great oak in the barren field
though nothing around me, my beauty is sealed

protected from those who try to ax my strength
you've traveled far, but I've come a greater length

you've bent over backwards, me and him fought through
what you may build up, it crashed by twos

and you are with me until the very end
but I know better than to call you my friend

The Fool

Don't let me fool myself, get too full of myself
gone crazy in my corner praying to God he'd let me rule myself
the consequence of disaster and disobedience to the heart
Falling down apologizing yet not knowing where to start
This is what happens, and what has happened before
I can not, I will not be a fool any more
so let my walls build higher, let me float to the heavens
Let me start over complete, let me be the number seven
Because I can't roam the earth half empty, and incomplete
Lord lift me from my torment, bring me to my feet
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, No malicious form of tools
but I never felt more vulnerable, to the weapon of the fool

Still Here

The world can end today
everything diminished within flames of a fire
earth: now a dry wasteland
all humans destroyed
not even the spirit of ashes float amongst this barren plot
the very thought of any existence now vanished into fantasy
of nobody but everyone who remains
and even their lives are only a spec
and dust clouds form to create more havoc
upon a wasteland of anything and nothing at all
but the specs remain, the fantasies there
while the people smart enough to get out sooner re-appear
and though lifeless and miserable
this wretched planet is nothing but everything
to them
still here

Her Fear

The universe lies within his eyes
and she is captured by the beauty of the vortex
the magnitude of his presence, bigger than what is known
his energy pulls her in, his magnetic field
and as she floats amongst the orbit of her life
she can't resist getting closer
but she fears what lies within his universe
in the eyes of this he
that has thrown her orbit off

The Inevitable

So as I sit here in this empty white room
half crazy, half confused
this state of mind one might find to amuse
but I wish I was on some type of drug to sooth

My thoughts and emotions race against time
Wondering why God takes even the divine
Why sweet mistakes and sour sins intertwine
Why I ended up lost when another I tried to find

Anticipating the day I can run into again
anticipation gone, Lost the already missed friend
a slap in the face, by what I neglected to be pretend
But I need to be optimistic, as I've always been

But why must my thoughts wonder so much
If we have never met, never talked as such
I wouldn't have her presence engraved in my mind
but I've known her and seen her as remarkable and divine

But seeing it as inevitable should calm ones soul
but it enrages my heart so no matter what I'm told
I'll still be in this room, half crazy and half confused
looking for something anything to sooth

I can no longer run into her again
It hurts to loose an already missed friend




R.I.P Jelly : / the other angels will love you

Her Glance

Eyes connect
and souls touch
fingers clutch one another

the ecstasy so exhilarating
you can hardly breath
you like it

passionate kisses
and lustful embraces
can't get enough, don't stop

all of this, with a glance
no words you're not even there
yet in her mind
she pictures such
as a glance

Unknown

I'm a simple stranger to this world
Fresh grass dies once I penetrate it with my soul
so I walk on the sidewalks behind humanity
I stride with my song going unheard, and Unknown
because I'm just a simple stranger to this world
and Fresh grass dies once I penetrate it with my soul

Words with no meaning

I've thought about writing a poem today
because it's been a while since I've blogged . .
but that is pure ignorance on my behalf
Because there is nothing poem worthy on my mind
and I can't just pull a poem out of the sky
because there would be no meaning to it . .
I would be like Fitzgerald . . a desperate artist in need of money
(F. Scott Fitzgerald was a magnificent author don't get me wrong)
but I don't do this to feed my pockets . .if I did they would have died of hunger
I write to relieve my heart of many tensions. . that is all .. farewell [:









"Wise men speak because they have something to say;
fools because they have to say something"
--Plato

YOU KNOW WHAT !

I'm pretty !
I may not be the prettiest girl in the world !
or even at school ! But I won't put up with this any longer !
for so long I have looked in the mirror pointing out every flaw on my body !
I'm done with hating myself ! and hating the way I look . .which ties into myself !
this has been going on for too long ! and it's starting to get out of hand !
who antagonizes themselves !? as if I don't have enough mental problems I have to add in insecurity!? and I just realized I'm getting mad at myself for getting mad at myself ! . .man . SCREW THAT ! I'm a child of God ! and if I was made in his image then I'm freaking . .BEAUTIFUL !and awesome and smart and sane ! and this includes my feet !>:o (lawb) and if anybody disagree's with me then it's okay they are entitled to their own opinion . . but as for me . .I refuse to walk with my head down any longer.
<3 JazzyBel Sagacity

ps: Sorry this isn't a poem

The Woman in Red

She walked in the room, introduced herself as Satan
shook my hand and we began to hold conversation as if everything was okay
she was beautiful from head to toe and I was overtaken with envy
I told her I wanted to be like her and she said I could
I smiled as she took me to a room in the back of the building
and she began to speak words I have never even thought of speaking
I then started to feel weak,and in pain, as shackles were forming around my ankles
I doubted everything, everyone, even the feelings I was having
I looked at her and I seen that this woman was who I looked up to
who I wanted to become, yet she antagonized my flesh by the years, though it had only been an hour
I dropped to my knees and except what I've done, thinking nobody will except me now
I was comfortable in my skin why would I have thought somebody else's would make me happier?
I have walked away from the only man that would except me no matter what I do, yet I knew this was the ultimate sin
I began to be superimposed with chains thatattacthed me to the womans grip
I didn't understand how beautiful I was before and I wanted so badly to be free from my torture
but I felt as if I tried to run back he wouldn't except me and my burnt flesh from the metal of this curse
and she took me to her home. and she became stunning . .while I was dishonorable

The Mirror

For days I kept thinking about her . .
the emotions in her face . . filled with life
yet the rays that framed her soul grew dim
how, for the first time. .in a long time . .
I wanted to embrace her sadness and feel what
she had felt . . .
I longed for tears to flow down my face though
I knew it wouldn't feel well . .
This beautiful being in front of my eyes
the despair in her voice . . .
how I wanted to make her feel better
looking at her made me realize a lot about myself
and how BADLY I wanted to change
since then I've been hating me . .
and the numbness my heart tended to grow
I am yearning for affection . . within myself
yet the more I despise, the less I feel
and soon it will all to fade to black
and I will still not be able to help her

Bitter Tears

Join with me in the drinking of my tears
for I am Parched and must quench my thirst
I've been saving up theres plenty to go around
maybe once we fill up we can go our separate ways
and die slowly and painfully without each other
My apologies for being so barren
for I haven't given birth to greatness like you
and your idea of poetry which reacts to hatred
and reacting to hatred gives off bitterness
creating such a chaos that no human will understand
and no vision will be placed in their mind
giving no advancement to the reason of our being
so You've just wasted so many lives
because you are bitter
thank you, for drinking my tears
and now you know how I may feel
and you too are now barren
giving no thought of remorse. I leave you here
to die. .alone. without me. slowly. and painfully

The Oppressor

"MOVE YOUR FUCKING HAND!"

Words in constant motion through her brain
In an opposite world, it's not the same
she's happy there. there's no memories
just thoughts of what could and what should be
such a phrase never to exist
because she knows what she has had and wishes to miss
and prevents her situation, hence, no mental complications
no flashbacks. of the oppressor
it's a game of power, ANYthing to undress her
no wonder she no longer talks, to her oppressor
Lesson learned

My X & Y

I'd do anything to keep the darkness from tainting your light
so blue, so special, worth more than 72% of this earth
your righteousness fills me with joy
not even the most torturous of pains will make me put you in harm way
and I pray when you see me you would want to follow
everything I do, I know your watching
and If you don't catch it now you will soon enough
but you both are maturing with this speed-racing time
I don't want to loose grip of these moments we spend
and I take a picture of your sweetness so it will stay in my head
and your the only flash-photography that I'd ever except
you will never break my heart, and I will always protect you
and when I have to leave this earth,don't shed a tear
because remember though I'm gone, I'll always be here

My Shadows Shadow

My shadow follows faithfully
sometimes it'll hide, yet it would still be around
on the wall, or on the ground
either way, it cannot be grasped
so love through my shadow cannot be found

my shadow sits nearby as I waste water out my eyes
it reaches in to wipe my tears
but it cannot grab, nor touch , nor hear
it cannot speak so it can't be heard
so it attempts to comfort with unspoken words

My shadow often sits alone, my partner, we're the same
yet it wants something of its own, that no other may pertain
and the shadow will have a being, that appeals to me
and me nor my shadow will no longer be
unbalanced

A ballad to disappointment

Oh how the great tempter strikes
as lightning does to night
how he fills our souls with lust
and our minds with self-hatred
prepared a big supper for us to feast
placed it right in front of our eyes, the hungry
and there we devoured every bit
taking in as much as our flesh can hold
oh how gluttony evolves us into incubi
how we can't refuse for much longer
though the door stands before us
we slam it shut and presumes with the battle
the flesh has won the war
now how will we respond to our Father ?

As my lips quivered

Take a bite of the sweet apple of life
and enjoy it's juicy pleasures
sin and be wicked for all is righteous in the end
for we will all be dead, and everything shall fade to black
and We will dance with the others in the dead of the night
fresh out our chambers, our cadavers kiss the sky
as we soar in the air, high on what feels like life
because this is the life we all deserve to live

but we're still on this earth, in secrecy
if we are caught, we'll be vanquished
and night shall come to life and our corpse are yet again in dirt
cast out of Eden on the count of iniquity
so do I live my life for my apples or do I live it for my Eden to come?
this, on my mind, as my lips quivered

Sexy

A word that is used often in my vocabulary
I haven't really taken the time to think about what "sexy" would or could represent
words can be twisted in so many ways when it's not used "correctly"
Me not being from this earth (BELFACE UP!) Human is not my first language
So with learning words and their meanings, I've grown fond of manipulating them
so when I say "That is NOT sexy" or "I did the sexiest toe-touch ever!"
I mean: "What you have just did and/or said I do not find pleasant in any way shape or form"
or "My toe-touch looked perfect, hyper-extended and everything"


BUT . . humans who don't understand the close bond I have formed with using words out of context
often give me stupid looks like I'm just some girl who only thinks about looking "sexy" or acting "sexy"


well . . .Miss and/or mr. I would have [x] know that I'm not THAT girl . . .
have a blessed day[ :
sorry this isn't a poem : [



Sincerely, JazzyBel Sagacity

Hello sweet daydream

I opened my eyes and you were no longer there
but hey thats what I get for being afraid
well sweet daydream sweet daydream
gratifying retentiveness gives me courage

I opened my eyes and I was too late
but hey thats what I get for placing you in gridlock
careless, unaware, unbelievably young
looking back I blame myself over and over again

But sweet daydream sweet daydream there you are
in the midst of my mind
jubilant I'd be just to see you smile
you've carried on, now so may I

Sweet daydream sweet daydream I hope you know
you've inspired me to be strong
3 days in a row, you've been in my sight
but there hasn't been one day you haven't been in my dreams

oh what fond memories I have sweet daydream
so true, you must, be a figment of my imagination
my first daydream, no others after, nightmares maybe, thoughts of course
but still, there you are, in my mind . .sweet daydream

Daddy Daddy. . .DaddyBel

Oh my how your lips are looking so nice
her . . she's chocolate and she needs you to take a bite
The Desire is overwhelming, make use of her, she doesn't mind
She'll let you treat her like the others . . though she's one of a kind

This angel in disguise lets her future dim for you
Her body is the land men should only dream to get into
but she'll let you roam free, no challenge or hidden key
runs from herself once she noticed that she's vanishing

Oh my how your lips are looking so nice
from her perspective any time is just right
to kiss her so gently and claim your prize
but what's the gift if you know the secret inside?

Hides her beauty from them all, confidence running on E
'cause what good does it do if you don't like what you see
Oh my how your lips are looking so nice
she drops all her worries and takes into the night

Daddy, Daddy, DaddyBel . . . she calls out that name no more
Out of her system . . the name she once adored

Fading Colors

The Tree's waved at me with excitement as I passed them by today
But i couldn't wave back
for I was overwhelmed with sadness
My tears tasted of suppression
I reeked of misery

They wouldn't stop waving, however
I suppose they were attempting to cheer me up
but my dejection ended up becoming unbearable
They soon stopped waving
they shriveled, and died

Yet again, I was alone
No other trees even bothered to look at me
so i walked . .
my head down, I was isolated
purple turned to blue

The Poetry

Constantly she is faced with similes, metaphors, hyperboles, and other figments of her imagination
she runs her treadmill life enjoying the scenery that passes by
she talks as if her greatness is a product of her wisdom
yet she knows little
and such sagacity . . isn't sagacity at all
isolation from the world is her greatest desire
yet she roams giving hugs to people, animals and things
she is hypocritical to herself and she kills her life slowly
yet she is filled with wonder
her wonderful mind
gives off the illusion of genius
because what she speaks attracts
even gold gives off into her magnetic effect
but she has no wisdom . . .
she has no skill . .
she is unattractive . . .
she has no faith . . she has nothing. . she is nobody
but her poetry is the poetry of them all who have nothing in common

Familiar

Everything is all just too FAMILIAR
what shall i do to escape ?
to be honest there isn't much I can do. .
because no matter where I go . .it's going to end up familiar
don't worry this isn't a poem . . .
it's just a very long thought filled with metaphors, similes, and . . comma splices . . .? haha
are you ready ? . .okay

My familiar is my room and my room is my world
which means my world . . is familiar
it's like the box that I keep next to my side filled with the "unknown" things I have not yet figured out . .
yes . .the box filled with the unknown . . .is familiar
because I look into this box every day and wonder what the unfamiliar will become . .
because the unfamiliar is just one thing . .which is anything I want it to become . .


Am I making sense to you ? . . .okay well I'll keep going . ..


This thing of unfamiliar is just a . .blob that I have not yet to discover . .
I imagine to be anything . . .one day it was my heart . .
I gave that away without even thinking . . .
I tried to get it back but . . I just had to get a new . . .familiar blob of unfamiliar
I turned this blob into a space ship and I took off into space

my imagination works wonders yea ? . .well i'm not done . .

once I went into space I discovered another blob of unfamiliar and I put it into the box beside it . .
yet that box occupied with a spinning vortex. many would say that it was a vortex of death
but who has really been in there to say that it kills ?
I called it a spinning vortex of magic and wonder
and I stuck my head inside
this vortex was nothing I would call unfamiliar because . . .
inside of it was my world. . .
and inside my world . . was my room . .
and inside of my room I've seen myself .. .
sitting there . . .imagining I was flying


yet . . . .unfortunantly . . .


this world doesn't let you contact with any1 else . .so I couldn't reach myself ..
I suppose I had gotten tired of everything being so familiar . .
I tried to fly to another persons familiar world . . .
apparently it didn't work because once I snapped back to my "reality"
I was face down on the concrete with familiar blood rushing from my head . . .


Now that I think back . . .
my world of unfamiliar I have grown so accustomed to . .
it actually became . .familiar . . .



being stuck in familiar will kill you . . .
get out into the real unknown . .

My SpaceShip

I thought My troubles were over once the spaceship had taken off
I hadn't been home in forever . . since I was made to be exact . .I was excited . .
but this feeling really stuck with me . . . .
I started to get angry at myself . . but not to such an extent that others can see my bitterness from within
I just . . wanted to feel him so bad but I have no clue what the feeling may bring me . . .
I didn't even know WHO it was I wanted to feel . .
My spaceship was beautiful . . . it was made especially for me . . though I had to share it with others . .
It was orange with the most beautiful interior design that any human, alien, and/or robot has ever laid eyes on .
It was set up to free my hard drive from overwhelming downloads such as this . .
but . . .i just couldn't seem to let this FEELING go
it wasn't like anything else . . I couldn't just press abort and it would be gone forever . .
this feeling was stuck . . .
then all of a sudden the spaceships engines started to fail . .
the pilot couldn't understand what was going on
but we all understood . .
I was disappointed . . i just wanted to get home and free my mind . . but this spaceship had to have an empty tank
this day. . . was terrible . .
not only does it take light years to get home but I had to sit and wait for damage control right outside of earths atmosphere. .
I then thought to myself maybe this could get better . .
someone rather handsome could sit by me and I might just find my him . . .
but who am I kidding . . what him would dare travel to jupiter alone
I guess I'd always just be a lonely space princess

Who is the he my mind yearns so deeply for

woke up one morning
not today or yesterday . . it was just . .a morning
i don't even know if it even happened yet . .
but this particular morning, I was filled with desires and needs
now, usually the things I need are the things that everyone else needs . .
like a shower from time to time, or to do their hair . . maybe even a nice shave
but this need I was having was not a need of actions
and the desire I was feeling was not a feeling for material things . .
It wasn't a need to be closer to God like it usually is if its not either of the references above
actually that would be the first feeling I would have perceived way way before the other two
what I'm trying to get at though . . is it wasn't the three usual feelings I get
I had woke up on this random morning needing human contact
right when I opened my eyes I wanted a hug
now me not being from this planet, and being a robot found this feeling to be rather strange
so long I've been accustomed to having no sense of affection whatsoever . .
but this day . .I needed to feel . . . someone . . . not just any someone but . .
I needed to feel a him
and not in any way shape or form of lust
but of . . Love . . .
Keep in mind that me never having these feelings before I was rather freaked out by this sudden rush of urge to love and be loved
I actually woke up crying
"How dear I shed a human like tear upon my cheek as if I'm made of flesh" I said to myself still shocked
my memory started to race thinking about the last time I was offered a hug but refused and gave a simple handshake
"hugs mean too much" I said . . .but I'll get to that in another story. .
ANYWAYS . . .I went the whole entire day with no human contact . . well. . at least no male contact
for that day I was getting sent home for the first time in years . . . so I could not be distracted . .
yet once I set my place on that spaceship to Jupiter . . . I couldn't help but wonder . . why didn't I go after him ?
. . . whoever that may be

Unfortunantly

I had to Take down my "Makings of her" Blog . . . . .


I've exported it . .in case I have the random burst of creativity I need to write THAT particular story . . .


However, I AM coming out with another story . . . .maybe over spring break . . . .nd the main character would actually have a name . . . .ProtoTypes[k]







thats all i guess . . . . .[:

Alien Robots

Dude ! MY CELLULITE IZ SO EFFIN GR9 YO !!!

HEs funny ! talented ! funny ! tall ! funny ! weird ! kute ! funny ! AND an Alien Robot frm Shortbeach, Jupiter !

he waz like my favorite freshman lastyear ! nd NOW hes my favorite effin Sophomore this year !

dude he's gr8 !!!!!!!


ahhhhh !! *wiggiling n my chair* MY CELLULITES AWESOME ! ILY DAVID !!!


im feelin good !!



ps: My cellulite iz MY cellulite . .not yours ! nd he's ONE of th FEW greatest FRIENDS ever !

The Box

Im not going make this too hard but Im not going to make this at all closes to easy.

I don't say your name out loud because once I do I get a chill . . like a warning sign NOT to say it

I'm not going to say my goals out loud because once I do someone will try to stop me

I'm having trouble getting my mind wrapped around your viewpoint but maybe thats just because Im stuck far away from your box

Why don't you let me come in ? I promise I won't destroy everything.

Maybe my mind has a forcefield around it so I'm incapable of even letting myself touch your box ?

ok well I'll keep writing until somebody comes along. . then tell them I don't have the time for Boxes I'm busy Writing.

My mind is so complex, many people don't understand my thoughts and WHY i do what i do, so they say I'm "silly" . . . analyze what I say and you'll realize Im warning you, my pure thoughts are deadly and meant to kill the human brain, thats the beauty of being a Robot.

Best Friends

What does a friendship mean to you ? somebody yer cool with, you have their back if you guyz are really that close ? Someone you can talk things over with, even if its the most horrible thing in the world ? . . .. yea . ..well I dont have that many "Friends" in my lifetime lal. Theirs people I think are horribly awesome and If they need my help I'll help them. But My 2 BESTFRIENDS Starr and Breanna (Bri ILY 2 ! nd IMY HARD!) are more like . . sisters. . they don't know each other so it's basically ones my sister on my moms side and the others my sister on my dads side lal. BUT YEA anyways. If I make a promise to them, or tell them I won't do something, I don't do it; and if I do do it (which is hardly ever) I feel terrible. Well . . .rite about now . .I not only broke a promise to Starr "FOR STARR !" I said. . .but I broke a promise to myself. . .and I want to absolutly die. . . .don't worry about what it was . .It wasmt bad . .I just said I wouldn't do it .. .and I feel like theres absolutly no hope on this planet for me to ever forgive myself, like I've lied to myself before but that was a luke warm hour ago so . . .yea . . .but If your in the process of battling between a Paradox . . It's real hard to make the right decision when you want to do both just as equally as bad .. . . anywho . . now I have to tell her that I drank sooooo much pepsi and feel terrible. .knowing that I've been wanting to cut back since forever and I've been doing good so starr: "dude you got a whole box of pepsi . .don't drink it all . . . please ? for me ?" me: "FOR STARR ! . .I don't even want to drink it anyways" and I do good until the last 10 mins before bed and I attack the whole box and had like . . . 7 pepsi's ! . . .I want to die . . . so much fer being a virtuous woman in the making . .i can't even keep my own promises =[

Valentines Day

Ok . . so i havent believed in valentines day since ????????????? getting out of that whole  . . .give out th little kards to the whole klassroom kuz thats what the teacher says to do phase lal . .and i didnt start speaking against it until 8th grade when my mom gawt me this kewl "valentines day stinks" shirt nd sum little stoopid girl made a komment about it sayin "yer just mad kuz yuu dnt have a valentine" or sum stoopid ish like that nd i just looked at her like "hoe im jazzybel !" lawb 

But no seriously tho . . .what makes people go coocoo for apple jacks on valentines day ?? . .is it the fact that MAYBE they'll FINALLY get some vage action frm this girl they feelin if the go all out fer her ? [which izz pretty sad . . ] or izz it the whole . . .yuu love them so yuu wanna make it a special day fer them . . .well mr and/or ms give me a designated day to do sumthing beautiful fer my "sweetheart" . . .yer waisting yer time . . .yess . . .yer pouring good chocolate milk into the pool thinkin yuu gone swim and drink at the same time when in reality yer jus eventually gon kome out sour smelling nd gross . .nd idk if that made since . .but its th only phrase that was stukk in my head.

Soooo . .yesterday was SATURDAY ! [ : yay ! . .and all SATURDAY ! i read a 418 page book that was absolutley wonderful [ : . . iiiiiiim guessing yuu prolly . . .wasted yer time . . .

dude as im typing this . . .anything that doesnt help yuu move forward in life. bring yuu kloser to God. or provides an impact on this world. . .iz a waste of time . .. . .with alot of disklaimers to that statement ima just be done with this blog

<$ JazzyBel  

Kate Micucci

So if you've ever seen the movie "Lower Learning" or seen the newest episode of Scrubs you would notice this girl with this really kewl sounding voice that is super awesome !. Her names Kate Micucci and she also sings with this other girl named Riki and together they make Garfunkel and Oats and their musikk izz really great  . . .I fell in deep like with these girls and I think yall kan too . .but if yuu dnt im nawt trippin . .

anywayz !! this girl plays th Ukulele and piano. she's really pretty and draws really swell. 

^Yea her drawings are awesome ^

I guess thatz it yo =]

Wisdom and Loving God

My personal thoughts on wisdom is quite simple.  once we stop thinkN with th logikk of th world we kan recieve th wisdom of God. I'm really trying to bekome a better person and establish a really really really klose relationship with God. I've kome to realize (a long time ago but im just posting it) that yuu KANNOT have or maintain a great relationship with any human on this earth if yuu dont have a great relationship with God. I feel like if I dnt Love God I knt Love myself, nd if I dnt love myself I knt love others. Gods love is aktually th best love there ever will be bekause he iz within every one of us rather we believe in him or not, i mean, we waz made in his image . . he aktually shld be in our hearts, usually th times when I feel empty are th times that I dnt talk to God . . . He's Literally th filling of every hole in your soul . . well . .that's th way I feel about it . . 

Crying and Praying

There was this girl walking down the street and she was crying . . . it seemed like she's been crying for quite some time. . . like years . . I went up to her and i asked her why she was crying . . . and she just looked at me . . she made me feel bad for asking . . . so i started crying . . . . and i was sooo confused on why i was crying . . . like there was NO reason what so ever why I should be crying . . . and then I stopped and realized . .  all of us have some reason to cry . . . deep down inside we have some tears that are waiting to explode out of us . . soooo . .heres a suggestion  . . go in your room and pray your heart out . . .release your troubles off you shoulders and give them to GOD . . once that burden is lifted  . . .it's like there's no block on your door . .so your free to cry in private . . . not only will you feel closer to God but . . You'll feel free to look at the world from different angels . . and nobody really has to know you cried for minutes . . or maybe hours . .it could just be between you and God . . BUT they would notice a big difference . .ILY ALL

--JazzyBel