Contrary to popular belief:

I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.



8.08.2009

Somedays .

I feel like punching .
Kicking , slamming .
I wanna hear screaming , I want to feel victorious .
I feel like pulling , sliding and killing .
I wanna see blood , I want to feel like a killer .

I feel like being high .
Laughter , then silencee .
I wanna hear trees blowing , I want to feel fuckingg careless .
I feel like eating , sleeping and chilling .
I wanna hear nothing , I want to feel cool .

I feel like kissing .
licking , touching .
I wanna hear you say you love me , I want to feel loved .
I feel like laying down beside you and dreaming .
I wanna hear your heart beat , I want to feel safe .

I feel hurt , I feel lost .
" Why don't you fucking care about me ? "
I feel alone and misunderstood .
" Why can't you just be who I want you to be ? "

I look at my reflection and she looks right back .
She says nothing .
I see hot tears speed down her ebody cheeks .
Her arched nose turns pink .
She cries .


And I say to her ,
" Fuck that shit . "
" You don't fucking need this . "
And she stops crying .
Because shes cried a thousand times .

She leaves it all behind .
And she opens a new door , to a new chapter .

And she lets the fuckingg adventures beginn .

( Gene'aEvonna Orginal . )
Please don't steal my shit .