Showing posts with label hippie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hippie. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

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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Sunday, September 5, 2010

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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Thursday, September 2, 2010

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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