Just throwing it out there....

TUMBLR is the new blogger.


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find me. My blog is called Shine!

cool.

i found this while browsing the internet, and couldn't say "this" any more perfect.

i

stand as my own support.
if i fall...i fall hard.
i rely on no one to catch me.

nothing is ever fixed

its just taped together with cheap adhesive from the dollar tree that's 26 years old...to hold it for a short period of time to make each party feel better.........when they never really do...do they?

as much as i'd like to be positive...

i can't.
is that crazy?
so used to betrayel,
i'd rather shut everyone out.

once betrayed...you can no longer find the truth..
things are never the same.


maybe i'm stupid for lending out my heart in a beautifully painted case of mentality..which always tends to shatter.
it hurts more each time thinking to myself, i knew better.
but we all find a way to move on...so it doesn't really matter....
now does it?

it's like

flowers growing from a crack in concrete.

failure not

blank stares, and blank stairs.
the escalator gearing up ever so slowly,
while you wait, you wait only to find
that the most important little circuit has blown, the tiniest electrical failure,
and all upward movement haults.
you stand still, anticipating a tiny glitch.
it will start up again....but it doesn't.
then you remember,
clearly baffled, you realize it's not so bad.
overstep them as stairs, keep climbing,
and don't stop...don't look back.
just use the elevator next time :)


lol

don't be held down

Little girl, muster up the life you have left, and run, no, sprint to that light...that glimmer and make everything better. Don't give up, you're not done away just yet.

My little ray of light

My newly needed hair straightener.
My lack of money.
My frequent veteranarian appointment.
My puddle of oops on the new wooden floors.
My towel now soaked in oops on the new wooden floors.
My dirty tub.

My jogging buddy.
My cuddler when I'm upset.
My cutest most trusted friend.
My finisher of my leftovers.
My playmate when I'm bored.
My laughter in the afternoon.

a puppy version of me.
Chanel Le'Antionette.

Set up my phone to my blog today! now im super cool!
~BonkaberryFynn

Beasty little joggers

-went for a jog with my two baybees

note to self:
Chanel is a beasty jogger :)

sunsets are overrated

If I could, I would watch every sunrise with you.

If I could, I would hold every fragment of returning light you couldn't be there for, in a jar, waiting for your return;

because every sunrise I spend with you, means one more day I don't have to be without your presence.

where friend rhymes with end

These are the lyrics to a song by Ane Brun called "where friend rhymes with end" and I post this in regards to two of my very good friends who are drifting apart when they should not be. Their friendship is just on my mind...and I hope they both see it. I know you both love eachother very much....quit being so proud and stubborn.

My Friend You Left Me In The End
i Can't Believe I'm Writing A Song
where Friend Rhymes With End
but Today
i Must Cave In
i Have Trouble Forgetting Those Beautiful Eyes

as It Is
i Must Fill Your Space With Lies
friendyou Left Me In The End
i Guess I Knew It All Along
i Guess I Expected This Song
and It Is As It Appeared
like A Fist In My Stomach And
swallowing Tears
your Song Turned Out A Sad One
just As I Feared

H is for hello, love not heartbreak

finally, stability;

finally, a firm grip;

and suddenly I'm taken higher than ever before,

high altitudes fixating a daze upon me;

your touch, and oxygen is out of reach;

I will not fight this feeling, the suffocation brings me life.

No regrets, just lessons, this is my realization

When do we start to convince ourselves that we have matured? That we have grown up? Is it everytime we learn a lesson, or when we believe we've just survived something tramatic? Who is to say what "grown up" is anyway? When is it that we have "grown up"? Does that mean we are boring? Do we ever really "grow up"? Does that mean we are expected to always make the correct decision? I don't ever want to grow up. I want to live my life constantly learning. Not exactly making mistakes, but "grown up" sounds so unappealing to me. I am on a quest for wisdom, a quest for life, a quest to be everything that everyone is not. Lately my ambitions have been clouded by loud music, boos, and cigarette smoke. I have no excuse, and I place the blame on noone but myself. I want so much more from life than I have been portraying. I have become like everyone else. This will stop. There's a time for play, but I don't want to ever lose sight of who I am again. The rage I have hung onto, is indeed, a part of me I cannot lie..I am in control of my own actions, but I will not hang onto this anger forever. I have, in the past few days, felt a weight taken off my shoulders. That cloud is rising from my view. This life is for me to lead, not for him to control. I am better than this. I possess my own thoughts and actions. I will grow from this entire experience. I regret nothing.

Kisses to talk about

Kiss me with sweet words...
Throw my heart and my lungs off beat...
Sweep me off my feet...
Make me lose key...

Gambling without money...

As I boggle and jitter about like dice,

could it be that my luck is quickly running out?

Could it be that I have lost my self restraint?

Las Vegas is not my name,

and gambling does not run naturally through my veins.

Snatching up the dice before time runs out,

before I come to a stand still,

seeing before my eyes the dissapointing result.

True, I am not YET an adult,

and I clearly realize now, gambling indeed,

is not the life I wish to lead...

is NOT the life I wish to lead...

for forever.

those books you swear would never be worth it

Open me up like an old book with a tattered spine,
careful though,
as I may fall apart quite easily.
If your someone with that capability,
I promise I'm a good read.

taking flight

It's a good day for a hot air balloon ride,
to be part of the vastness of blue skies;
floating nowhere,
beyond the limits and beyond the boundaries of closed minds.
I am a dreamer.
I want a day to let my mind carry me
higher than the capabilities of mankind.
However, that balloon ride would still,
make my day.
So my pretty darling, take me there?
Lay in a field of grass or wildflowers with me?
We can float away harmoniously to our own little melody.
:)

fierce wings

...I'm only venting...nothing fantastic or super.

I soar smoothly with wide-spread wings.

try as you will,

I will not be shot down;

left to struggle the light winds?

no;

higher baby, higher.

you see not what I see,

for I am above your petty storm.

clearly baby, clearly.

Scattered

What are you?

and

What am I?

I honestly believe we as people make things harder for ourselves than they need to be, or really are. Fact is, we are ALL in search of our own happiness, and sometimes that means tears...it means pain...it means learning...it means obligations and accomplishing the impossible to prove that it IS infact possible. It means surviving. What is so hard about just surviving?

Brains are our downfall.

Emotions. Thoughts. Analizations.

I find myself thinking alot of times that we make ourselves out to be something we are not. We are just animals who happen to posess this over-analytical piece of matter, yet we believe to be superior to the universe. Who is to say we as people are just part of an "ant farm" to something/somewhere bigger?

Why do we strive so hard to make life filled with happiness? filled with meaning? All we do is live, and then we die. Why is it so important we leave a legacy? What is the point of human beings at all...or anything else for that matter? What are we a part of?

Shooting stars. Laughing babies. Neon Green.

Smiling faces. Coffee with cream.

nonsense or clarity?

we choose what we see; we choose what we believe.

open your eyes and open your mind.

This isn't unreal,

This doesn't have to be real.