Tuesday, December 30, 2008

A Bad Habit--*

Im always that tough one.
The petite chick with advice like
"Fuck niggas ; you don't need him anyways."
Yes, small frame but my talk is mean.
And I got a stuborn streak inherited
From a generation of women
Who honestly didn't give a shit.
So
I
Lose.
The battle with myself when I say its ok to cry
Cuz I've strategically trained my eyes
To lock tears behind steel bars.
And
I
Chose.
To be a hard rock, ms. hill told me I was a gem,
I shoulda listened then.
Cuz now my heart stays iced over
Cold, Bitter, AND unapologetic.
When disrespect presents itself, 
Emotions ; disabled.
Then
I
Fuse
Together the pieces broken with pride and glue.
I'm that chick.
The one with clenched fists
And tight grips,
The loud voice and quiet atmosphere.
My heart lives in solitude 
And
I
Refuse
To be unhappy.

But sometimes I just wanna be
Vulnerable.

--tianamonique.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

quickthought*

He creates empires inbetween
Hello's and Goodbyes.
His name rests easy on the tip of my tounge,
Knowing that god's eye's rest in the flash of his smile.
I could live in his arms forever.
I think I might.

I dare you to try
To break this.

-tictac.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

FOR THEE RECORD*

I would like to say that I am naïve.
I'd love to pretend that I don’t see
Your secret codes.
I know your methods.
And I know when I leave
My names is found
In a pile of dirt in the corner
And my existence
Doesn’t matter.
Or maybe it does when
Convient for you.
I would love to say I didn’t see
Her name pop up.
I would love to say
This was all just a misunderstanding
Maybe even coincidence.

But I don't think it is accurate to call it coincidence
If it happens all the time..
I digress.
I bite my tounge till it
Stings and the blood tastes
Salty.
I clench my teeth,
Roll over and pretend like im sleep.
I don't want to know or see.
But I do.
I really really do.

&& I hope when you wake up, you get caught in your tears and reality smacks you till you fall back asleep.

--tianamonique.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

AH CHRISTMAS =]

Must say was quite successful! =]
Actually ; it was absolutely perfect.
Familia was wonderful!
BOY was wonderful. [AS ALWAAYS]
BOYS FAMILIA was wonderful!!

all around wonderful day! =]

--ima happy camper && one luckyy chick.

Hope yours was wonderful as well*

tianamonique.

btw: ihavethebestboyever*
mmhmmm.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I DNT SMOKE BUT UUUUH---*

Spark up pens and smoke
Poetic verses
Keep the mood alive with
Outa mind curses
[Its too worth it.]
Scribes of lives
Written in
Melodic minds
We get high off of words
And vibe.
Shots of metaphors by the dozen
We get drunk off of
Natural lovin
Keep the blood runnin thru blue veins
We write till our fingers bleed
And the little bump on our middle fingers
Swells from writing to forcefully.


This is why we write.

To turn rocks into flowers.
Pass the pen around ; we can pen/etrate for hours.
Carefully construsting our craft
Using our past as motivation.
We spark L’s.
Letters for stimulation.

Write!
Write!
Write!

Pages blend
The blue lined paper
With smoke vapor.
And what do we do when
The blunts cease?

Spark up yet another and

Write a masterpiece.

--tianamonique. beeeeeeeeeeitch. =]

Saturday, December 20, 2008

IMISSHIM--*

ALREADY! =[

hatecali.lovehim.
grr.

"COMEBACK!!"


love--*tictac

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

UNO MAS--*


Artist Lisa Reinermann used building sillouttes to create the alphabet!!

I mean who thinks of that?!? Mad Talent!


=]

REFLECT--*

PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS--*

"Do you ever want to walk up to somebody and ask them about their life?"
-- Meeze. I swear he's the dopest man alive. Inspires me without even knowing. LUH YU.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Memories fade
Like dry rain
On sidewalks.
Pasts find themselves in
Your hands
Like sand on beaches.
The metaphors
Keep the memories alive
In a mind filled with
Secrets
and
Promises.
You can't trace back
The thousands of steps
Taken.
Know you are here now.
You can't place a name on every wound
But the scar reminds you
That at one point,
You bled.
Words are said ; meaning less and transparent,
But the past still lingers
Faintly.
Accquaintences show their faces
In the oddest of places
Leaving small traces
Back to that memory.
Back to that moment.
When you were and wanted to be.
Wanting only to erase
the names
the events
the history
Only to find the past blistering
Swelling inside, ready to burst
Ready to be remembered
And taken back.
Believing they've been molded to stone,
The memories crack down the middle
Giving them a new life.
Your past will rise and forever stay.
Reminding your present how present
It will remain.
The loves, the deaths, the departures,
The regrets, the mistakes, the misunderstandings,
The words said [ and unsaid ],
The people you meet
The experiences you face.
It all remains.
And when one fragment of a memory surfaces,
You remember why its called
The Past.


--tianamonique.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

EH--*

"...And through timeless words and priceless pictures, we'll fly like birds right of this earth. And tidess they turn and hearts disfigure, but thats no concern when we're wounded together.."--Jason Mraz [A Beautiful Mess].

My favorite song as of late. =]*

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You create worlds in my small and complex life
Creating realms in foreign places.
Speaking of new faces, new names
To recollect.
The intelect that your mind sets
Is brilliant.
Causing me to step back and reflect.
This will hurt
But only so that I can heal you
Broke a few hearts just to feel you.
This guilt trip wasn't worth the mileage
I just wanna see you smiling,
But all I hear are sirens.
We avoid the warnings,
Steering past the dotted lines.
The signs are clear,
But our vision is blurred.
.....

**uhm so i dnt know where i was going with this one.. may possibly show up in a later post finished.

--tianam0nique.

Friday, December 12, 2008

PARALLEL LINES.

PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS--*
"I feel as though i've emerged from a black tunnel and found myself in the middle of a carnival. I don't particularly like carnivals, but after the tunnel, its delicious"-- Julia [character from a book].
---------------------------------------------------
We were parallel lines
Never meant to intersect
I cried blue tears
At a nearby stop sign
Alone on a damp road
Your voice echoed
In the breezes
On the radio
In my brakes.
You saw green
When I saw red.
So you went.
And I stayed
Frozen
I saw your smile
On a stranger
Which caused me to think twice
About breathing,
For the air got caught in the middle of
My throat.
Your scent lingered in the autumn air,
I caught small pieces of you
On the tips of my fingers.
And I am so proud
To have held you.
No distance can
Break this love.
For parallel lines do meet in infinity.

-TL.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

MY FIRST TIME--*

PLAYING THE WIIIIII!!!

totally sucked at tennis.

boo-effin-hoo.


got knocked out in boxing. [touche brittany]. couldnt even be gentle knowing it was my first time n whatnot. anthony caught it on tape and it was quite an amazing sight. my arms are deff gna be sore in the morning.



after recovering from a mass beat down by the beast herself, we settled down and played some bowling IN WHICH i totally MURKED. yes murked. =]

leaving brittany in awe of my amazing bowling skills. dnt sleep on me bro. [even had a strike and spare dance oh yes]

anywho im not gna brag toooooooo much juss cuz she beat mah ass in boxing lol PROPS HOMES.



BUT I MEAN REALLY....

lmao. yes i was the high yella chick over there in the red. numero uno. MURKED. lmao



BTW: BRITTANY I LOVE YU DAWG. UR LIKE THE COOLEST CUZ EVER. yeahisaidit. even tho ur stockings suck. =] luhyu!!

P.S. GOT A NEW NOTEBOOK!! && ITS ORANGE!! sooo new pieces will be up sooooooon! =]

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

MMM YAH MMM--*

"TH" = MY INITIALS.
SOO NOT "THE HUNDREDS" LMAO.

he got some shnaazyy ish i must admit.
&& i like to steal it from time to time.

SRBA.

NO BIG DEAL!!

--tictac.

P.S. EFF SANFRAN.

NO BIG DEAL--*

MY NEW SAYING =]
THXX TO LAUREN FROM THE HILLS.
"RING RING..No big deal.. JUST MY FIRST CELL PHONE"!

hahaha.

whatever dont judge me.

Monday, December 8, 2008

It's Old--*

But still one of my fav pieces.
One of mah fav subjects. =]
Enjoy.
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He said he liked to write
I told him to write me something divine.
He said it would be lightweight.
I think he's tryna meet my mind.
He's got mad lyrics in his notebook;
They make me sing like birds do.
Who knew?
I think he's dope cuz he listens to
Erykah Badu,

And he thinks Jill Scott,
Is the truth.
I see him with my eyes closed and feel him with my ears open.
I think this might be infatuation cuz
His lyrics go in deep as they slide up inside my kingdom
With no protection.
I don't mind though, I'd rather be giving birth to his words.
See, every night he makes love to my thoughts so erotically that
It makes my eyes water.
No need to get caught up with sexual pleasures in the physical act,
He pleases me mentally cuz he knows where my thoughts are at.
This is not your ordinary love like Sade said.
He brings tears to my eyes like

Lauryn Hill did when she f l e d.
But these tears are good tears.
Replaces all my fears, with his cheers,
And my dear, he speaks like heavens right here.
Like he is not afraid to fight here.
And when he switches gear; my heart beats faster,
And I grasp for some air, till my lungs can extend no further.
I think I wanna keep him around; if not for love,
For the intellect.
Cuz he can sex my mind better than anyone else can ;
Bet.
I wanna give it to him in all angles; I want him to call me his angel.
I wanna make him sweat in the essence of my

Natural and genius mind set.
Make my ordinary words scream his name;

I want him to invade my brain
And see what he can make with it.
He's a freak when it comes to conversation.
Embraces every unfamiliar part of me.
And for that I love him.
Don't really know how I want this to end.
Maybe with a kiss or a simple goodbye.
Maybe not all.
I do know that this is becoming more than a poetic love spell.
I probably loved him in a past life.
He knows me too well...

--tianamonique.



Monday, December 1, 2008

SRBA--*

You are my sunshine.
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know dear,
How much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away.


--I wna be the dining dead with you.