Granadas

It's Like your eyes are just opening for the first time, words stumbling on your lips;stumble. That's what it is. I am stumble, not stumbling or stumbled but stumble. I don't need to a past or present or current tense, I'm a gypsy and the world is on My time. Been walking thru fields of over cropped wheat. Land is bare and infertile; parallel to me.Bleh.

Granada's: Spanish for Pomegranate. Makes me wanna dance and lately i haven't felt like dancing. Its spicy on my lips. Grah Nah Das. I always fall back into that girl. I don't like her one bit. Everyday is a battle not to be her. I like being that bubbly hippie. I like being Granada

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Stem.

There is alot in this world I'm just discovering. I'm figuring it out barefooted and bare hearted. Gypsy on the move, picking it up as i go.But i have my own theory on this incandescent globe. I'll be dammed if some one tells me my thoughts aren't mine. My head met my heart and made this baby called a thought. You have your own, and i have mine. I'm willing to share but never share custody. Because something isn't the same doesn't mean its wrong.

Stem.

We all come from somewhere. A tree of whatever it may be. In life i believe the stem is trust. You have to have it, need, bleed, and try to conceive it. Everything starts off as a tiny bud,grows a stem and blooms.

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Bulbus

In between both sides of the moon, Cresent & Waxing;I am. The moon is a bulbus sphere. Everynight i look for it, not every night its there. When i see it my face lights up and i grin. Over the moon; i am.

Bulbus, like the moon. Like A seed, in a bulbus like pomegranate. I have few thoughts of the gypsy Geniusness today. No readers :'(

Maybe they're out trying to find the moon

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Malum Granatum

As a Gypsy, a hippie; I've walked a million miles. I have blisters on my feet and scars on my ankles. Its not just being Eco-friendly, it's about journeys. Taking the road less traveled? Try the sidewalk less scuffed. As a Bipolar Baby I've walked a million miles. I have Scars on my thighs, and Blisters on my heart. I've seen millions of miles of different Me's. And no i don't always recognize them, but they're never bare in my heart.

Spirit is addicting.We're not "emo", everyone cares, stop fronting. Even if its hot, doesn't the whistling wind still blow?

"Malum Granatum"; Latin for Seedy fruit. Sometimes i feel like a seedy fruit. I have all this substance but that outsides no good. Maybe it's not meant to be good. Maybe we're all not meant to be good. Cause it makes you work harder to get to the good stuff inside. Just like a Pomegranate.

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First Slice

Most blog just for the sake of emotion, others for the cute family stores that make u wanna go AWWWW..This is not that blog.

I don't listen to "screamo"

I have no children, no husband- so if u were looking to trade parenting tips, you're on the wrong blog Honey

I do not use the word "Abyss" on a daily basis

I do not paint my nails black and were chains

This is not a haven for emos and rockers, nor will there be any pictures of cute baby's!

I'm a Gypsy, Born and bred wild child. I come straight from times of walking bare foot and running thru fields of heather. Born in the wrong era, with the wrong state of mind. Self Diagnoses bipolar, officially diagnosed: Free spirit. I wear dresses and listen to Jack Johnson and bob Marley. Everyday I'm a different person, i wake up and its another "split personality". Fear of dieing, unpredictable; biggest walking contradiction.

Follow me and you'll see what its like... To be a Gypsy, a hippie and to be the first Slice of Pomegranate Pie.

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