Your eyes

The day I met you

Your eyes looked so sad

I vowed that moment

To make you glad

I wanted your eyes

To smile at me

I wanted you happy

Like you make me

I wanted to put a light

So bright in your eyes

The sun would easily look pale

It is a mission of mine

I also vow to never fell

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Inspire me

Inspire me,delight me

Take my hand

And guide me

If I look down

uplift me

Take a chance on me

Roll the dice on me

Bet on me

Believe in me

And no matter what

Just be there for me

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Sam I ain’t

I want spend

$38,000 on a Fendi purse

Just to prove to you

how much I am worth

I refuse to buy Gucci shoes

for 4000 a pair

For the simple reason

I do not care

I do not care what you think

about the clothes that I wear

I do not care for trends

that only last for a season

I may be cheap,I may be

frugal,stingy,all the above

I realize I have nothing to

prove to the people I love

I am many things,crazy, silly

, short , yet definitely not a saint

But Sam my dear, Sam I ain’t


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The Pink Sock

There I was

washing my

load of whites

I sorted through

all clothes and saw

no colors in site


I filled the

machine with water

all the way to the top

I poured in the

cleaner then the bleach

and closed the slot


I heard the swish

and humming of clothes

becoming clean

Then I opened the

lid and was not happy

with what I had seen


OOOh no my white

no longer

a light stark color

Instead pales shades of

pink is what I discovered


I found the culprit

at the bottom

of the lot

Probably laughing

at me, I

found my lost pink sock



For the record the sock was supposed to be red

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Introverts unite

If you are an introvert perhaps you are like me. You truly enjoy your own company. And that is okay. This blog is for us people who have something to say but we don’t actually want to be around other people to say it. I once wrote a post asking you “do you know who you are?”

I learned that there is underlying anger in me that surfaces when I talk to my mom. It comes from me being a second child. My mom and dad had 5 children. I was not the first girl nor was I the youngest child. I was kinda just there. My mom as sweet as she can be told me that she does not have a lot of pictures of me because of the reason stated above. I do not fit the profile the middle child syndrome except to say that I am the second child. I hate that I feel this anger like I am always trying to prove to my mom I am important considering my age. I think that part of most people will never go away.

For those you who feel not part of something yet want to be, but not actually have to go and meet real people. This is where you belong.

Again I like the company of me. Perhaps that comes from always being ignored and I learned how to entertain myself.

Okay people tell me what you do to feel like part of something from a distance.

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