he makes me

time is standing still
i dont want this to end
i am ready for love ; ready to fall
i can only hope that he is there to catch me

sexify me

im in the mood
to take off these clothes
they feel so heavy against my skin
undressing you
your scent is in my nose
with each breath that i take in

i am ready now
the desire is far too intense
your love is what im searching for
sweat is on my brow
the feel of you ; its delicious ; its this scent
begging for , yearning for , needing you more

gentle kisses here and ;
caresses penetration has left my body weak
i love the feel of your fingers across my chest
nothing else is better than
this satisfaction and joy youve given me
because you , it is you , youre the best

For them

My words are always simple
I will never blind them with knowledge that they can't understand
With wisdom that is far beyond their reaches
I touch even the most simplest of people

seasons

this is it
what you never wanted it to be
i am no longer trapped in shadows
do you recognize me ?
do not be disappointed
i never wanted to be you .
never could be .
i have instead become me .

Lari

it is the thought of you that brightens my day
you are my brother and that is forever unchanging
wherever you go i will follow you
and where you can not to go ; i will lead
even better side by side we can travel
if i have to ; you know that i will carry you

what you thouqht ?

so i realized i have an INSANE obsession with :
peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches , [it has to be on WHITE bread, and it has to be TOASTED, i dont do that RAW BREAD SHIT],




chicken hotdogs [only eat the BAR S , also on TOASTED WHITE BREAD],











and SAUSAGES [by banquet, comes with 10 in the box !, with ketchup =], and they have to be crunchy !].





oh yeah and apple juice or mountain dew to wash it down .

DONT JUDGE ME ! lol .

the truth .

im a sucker for love .
i fall in love faster than most people go through a bag of skittles.
i cant help it , its who i am.
i guess its what makes chanelle, chanelle .
hate it or love it , ill never change .
thats just me . =)

my attempt at rappinq LOL

[do it to the stanky leg beat]
when these niggas see me they want to feel up on my legs
i guess i got that swagga ; make em wanna get up in my bed
he better open up wide ; so his mouth can get fed
he lick it up he lick me down ; then i hit the doug e fresh
i know he want it all the time ; cause he said that im the best
he pick me up then wipe me down ; so i can do tha stank legg

i get it ; i hit it ; im with it ; he miss it
i live it ; i spit it ; get with it ; get with it

i hit the booty do ; now look what i can do
you can do it to ; hit the whoop-de-doop

hopelessly devoted to you .

im such a big grease fan. only lord knows why. im watching it right now as we speak lol. i love to talk a tad bit TOO much i think sometimes. without words i dont know where i would be. i think id be like a shell of a person. like a caveman ugg ugg ugg.

easter is coming up on sunday! and i think i want a basket. a really nice easter basket. im like a giant kid, so dont mind me. mickey mouse is like my best friend, and so are the backyardigans. i talk to them practically every single day.

oO yeah and the stanky leg is by far my new favorite dance LMAO. its CLASSIC. hit the booty do !

my words of wisdom for today .

front and center

i try to find sleep ; but every night it evades me .
i cant be mad because this is what God made me .
thankful for this brain that the good lord gave me .
because without it my thoughts would cease to amaze me .

bath and body

so today i am about to be headed to work soon.
umm im in the process of getting dressed. [not working out to well].
seeing as how we only have to do floorsets and such. im going to be at work when the store is closed. owww.
its not too good of a day tho; because its that time of the month.
at least i have my ipod!

habit

in this pattern of confusion lies my doubts
my eyes ache ; and my brain throbs at a pace to match that of my heart
i am scarred ; far beyond where my soul dwells
jagged lines of a rigid cut show where ive been
it was the cure when i had no options
this has been my resolution .

soul searching

[written on march 30]
sometimes i dont even know who i am anymore. i try to be someone who i am not. my words and thoughts are what i use to define me now. but what do they mean? everyone has their own interpretations of what they read. so when these people read my thoughts what do they see? why should i care? i would not be surprised to hear that i am a misguided soul that is daily struggling. but if someone was to give me a positive outlook, i wouldnt know what to do with it. i really must think nothing of myself if i must seek the critique of others to define me. what have i become ?

imprints

i dont want to leave this world in peace
when it is my time to go ; it will not be quick or quiet
i will leave my name ; you will remember

in this

i am generally one who is in control of her emotions
but when it comes to you ; i am suspciously in awe
i strive to be a permanent aspect of your life
all that i ask is that you never let me go

r.i.p. chantal , anthony , and cora . 3/29/09

i believe god sends down fallen angels
and once their purpose has been served
he calls them back to heaven
to be by his side once again
and when the rain comes
they are his tears sent to heal us all

simple .

seriously ; what can i say .
i am not a hater ; i dont like people who hate .
there are better things to do to occupy your time .
and it seems as if I develop new ones daily .
do you not have anything better to do with your life then ride my dick ?
sorry to be vulgar , but thats just how i feel right now .
im tired of it ; im too old for these games . im caked up .
dont have time for the immaturity , i hit puberty years ago .
lately my mind has been crowded . dealing with the death of my three friends , my brother being incarcerated , and my mom being on dialysis , how could it not be ?
i no longer find the time to sleep ; insomnia has once again crept on me and attached itself to my hip .
im scared ; because i feel like i am losing myself .
i dont find a reason to smile any longer ; but i DO find a place of escape .
those are my poems .
they creep up on me in the weirdest ways . in my sleep ; in class . when im in the shower . in the middle of an algebraic equation .
i am a poet .
this is what i do .
i take the bad and make it into something good .