My Future Tattoos.

I’ve wanted a tattoo since I was little. Of course my parents don’t want me to have even one, but who are they to stop me? Oh right, my parents! But once I’m eighteen I’ll be able to get as many as I want. (I only want three.)

It started out as one on my left hip near the front, on top of the bikini line. I was twelve. Then another on my right hip that curves around towards the back. I was fourteen. Then another underneath my left breast on my ribcage. I was sixteen. It seems to go in two-year intervals. Does that mean that when I turn eighteen I’ll want another? I really don’t want more than three. Plus, three is supposedly a lucky number.

The first one looks like:

It’s going to be on my left hip near the front, on top of the bikini line. “MAI”, which means “star of the sea” in Latin. Beautiful. I love the moon, stars, and the sea, so it’s perfect for me.

Number Two:

“Let passion take you

Where reason would never go.”

But it’s going to wrap around my hip towards the back more. It was my horoscope one day, and I saved it into my phone. Whenever I had doubts about a boy or about myself, I’d always look at that quote and it’d give me the confidence boost I needed to be daring or even seductive.

And hopefully the last one:

“The best accessory

A girl can own

Is confidence.”

I want it more underneath my breast towards the front than underneath my armpit on the side. I love this quote because it’s really, really true. I didn’t have much confidence growing up, no matter how happy and outgoing I was as a child. I still was hesitant when it came to daring, exciting, beautiful things. When I turned sixteen, I found my confidence and I haven’t let go of it since. I love being confident. It’s just a shame that some people see it as arrogance, when really it’s not. Now that I’m a confident young lady I enjoy my life, what I do, how I act, and how I think. I feel better about myself now and about the others around me. It’s great being confident, and this quote just shows that it’s really true.

Those Tears, They Haunt Me.

 

Those tears, they haunt me,

When the sun goes down,

And the house is asleep.

Those tears, they haunt me,

When no one is around.

My thoughts, how deep.

Those tears, they haunt me.

My chest grabs a hold.

My throat swells up.

Those tears, they haunt me.

I try to fit into my mold,

But I feel as if I’ll pop.

Those tears, they haunt me.

Everything is serene,

Everything is well.

Those tears they haunt me,

But this is no dream,

I always seem to dwell.

Those tears, they haunt me.

I finally let them fall,

I am beautiful, after all. Continue reading Those Tears, They Haunt Me.

Poetry Is…

 

Poetry is emotions expressed through words.

Emotions of life experiences,

People,

Places,

Things.

Emotions of what we feel when we see the sun rise in Brazil.

Emotions of what we feel when you see a little girl hug her father.

Emotions of what we feel when your heart is broken.

Poetry is thoughts,

Feelings,

Emotions expressed through words that sound beautiful together.

Words that make you smile.

Words that make you cry.

Words that give you chills.

Poetry makes you feel.

Continue reading Poetry Is…

Politics Man.


His smooth as silk skin,

His soft as velvet lips that speak of politics,

She leans against the pedestal on her left foot,

And stares.

Not very lady-like,

Though she never was.

Deceitful in her exquisite dresses and flamboyant hats,

She tries to draw the attention of this man.

The man she must love.

She wonders,

What it is that is so attractive about him?

Continue reading Politics Man.

How Can This Be?

 

I saw you today.

I looked at you and smiled.

It took you a while to notice me.

How can this be?

When you finally smiled,

Your blue eyes turned upward,

Your cheeks became plumper,

And you grinned.

You grinned.

You didn’t smile,

It wasn’t real.

It was the kind of smile that you give,

Back to someone who smiles first.

How can this be?

You don’t love me,

Not anymore.

I wish you did,

Because I still do.

You still made my day today,

When you smiled at me.

You did notice me,

For once.

I’m not some part

Of your invisible past.

You can’t forget about me,

Because I can’t forget about you.

I’m still here,

Waiting for you.

Waiting for you to love me back.

Continue reading How Can This Be?

I Still Do.

 

You caused me so many nights of distress.

Even though its been six months already.

I still loose my appetite when I see you.

I still want to scream at you when your alone.

I still feel like punching you in the face when you laugh with your friends.

I still want you to feel betrayed and hurt.

I still want you to know what I’m feeling.

You still make my blood boil when I hear your stupid voice.

I still want to slap your sly grin off your face when you make a stupid remark.

Even though its been six months,

Even though you apologized,

Even though I forgave you,

I still hate you for what you did to me.

I still do. Continue reading I Still Do.