random. part one.

i took a bunch of pictures of myself after i got ready for my day. i guess i was kind of feeling myself. i'm not sure what i'm going to do today but i'm going to find something. but right now i'm blogging to occupy my time. also i'm spending my time looking at all these tumblrs so i decide i was going to copy and paste some of th ' things i've find into this blog post. random? i know. i'm a random person.

alicia keys is really beautiful.

so this poem is from her book  

Tears Of Water

and it's called "prisoner of words unsaid".

amazinggggg.

I’m a prisoner of words unsaid,
Just lonely feelings,
Locked away in my head.

I trap myself further every time I stay……quite,
I shoot, start to speak,
But I stop and stay silent,
And now I’ve made my own hard bed,
Inside this prison,
Of words unsaid.

P.O.W,
That’s what I am,
Not a prisoner of war,
A prisoner of words.

Mostly I say what you wanna hear,
Could you take it,
If I came clear,
Or would you rather see me stoned,
On a drug of complacency and compromise.

M.I.A,
Guess that’s what I am,
Scraping this cold hard earth for a piece of myself,
For peace in myself.

It’d be easy if you just put me in jail,
If you lock me away,
I’d have someone to blame,
But these bars of steal are of my making,
They surround my mind and have me shaking,
My hands are cuffed behind my back,
I’m a prisoner of the worst kind in fact.

I’m a prisoner of compromise,
A prisoner of compassion,
A prisoner of kindness,
A prisoner of expectation,
A prisoner of my youth,
Runs too fast to be old,
I’ve forgotten what I was told,
Ain’t I sight to behold.

A prisoner of age dying to be young,
To my head is my hand with a gun,
And it’s cold and it’s hard,
Cause there’s nowhere to run,
Where you’ve caged yourself,
By holding your tongue.

I’m a prisoner of words unsaid,
Just lonely feelings,
Locked away in my head.

It’s like solitary confinement,
Every time I stay quite,
I shoot, start to speak but I stop,
And stay silent,
And now I’ve made my own hard bed,
Inside this prison of words unsaid.

"hanging out... down th ' street ... th ' same old thing ... that we did last week ..."

if i still smoked i would want to just sit a circle with some friends filiming each other talking just like they did in that 70's show.

this makes me want to go to disneyland even more. and it makes me hungry. grr.

i've always had a thing for mos def.

i guess not everybody likes drake.

classic. cory and topanga? awesome.