Enchanted Thoughts

About Me

These are enchanted thoughts. Enchanted due to the persepctive molded by the experiences that occured and are occuring through the years of this life. Enchanted because these are the precious thoughts that few are priveleged to hear.

Blogs I follow:

1. 

   funkyfabu:

   Me on my way to steal your man

   LOL……GET IT  GURRRLLLLL!!!

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2. unicorn-ice:

   blossom you peice of shit

   (Source: bubbley-boo)

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3. sabrinagrimm:

   sabrinagrimm:

   me huntin for the pussy

   

   SSTOP REBLOGGING THIS I’M A STRAIGHT 14 YEAR OLD WHITE GIRL

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4. waterfrommymind:

   myhiphopmelody:

   thebreezyeffect:

   lawddd yasss omg.
   slay Michael, SLAYYYY!!!

   Why ya’ll bring this on my dash?

   YOU TRYNA MAKE ME CRY?

   This is the best choreography ever.

   (Source: thatmichaeljackson)

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5. What do you fear,
   Is it the silence or the sound?
   Are you afraid to hear the truth,
   Or afraid to open your mouth to speak it?

   Which causes you to pull back more?
   Is it the leap to speak the truth of your heart,
   Or the chance to hear the truth someone else speaks?

6. These moments fade like footprints in sand.
   How quickly the tide changes.
   Moments before never apart.
   Moments now always apart.
   It’s the fact that hearts have collided but the fear if emotions spoken.
   The fear of vulnerability tear the connection apart.
   The friends that once stood by your side have proven their disloyalty and dealt with accordingly.
   The friends that rarely speak, rarely remember you exist.
   The kin who used to swear they could always be counted on have disappeared under a fog.
   The ones that still remain shall never leave until Judgement Day calls us all.
   Yet taken for granted they are and not given the love they show.
   Moments fade like footprints in said so revel in them while they are still there.

7. It’s ironic when your mind finally stops listening to you. When you know you need to just run and never look back. Simply run as fast as you can, yet you can’t even get your feet to move. When you know something has to end but you can’t get your mouth to speak the words. When the realization of true feelings emerge and you know that you need to take that chance and leap but you can’t seem to do it. When your mind stops listening it’s becomes curious who it’s listening to now: your heart or your fears?

8. Missing You

   Its crazy how you sneak into my thoughts just when I thought I had finally got you out. The times where the power of missing you makes me falls to my knees. You were my rose, a rose that smelled as sweet but for only for a short time before your thrones made me let go. Yet, the emotions haven’t let go. The elders will say some people will stay with us for a lifetime. Well, I guess thats your new status because once again your in my head and while a part of my heart is screaming to let you go, the other is pleading that you don’t move. I don’t understand it, but the matters of the heart are often irrational because they can not be explained. 

   Thou art my rose, my revered midnight sky even though the sun has set on our time. 

9. College Bound

   The depression that threatened to cover me, is know being fought back with the knowledge that I will soon depart from this place of blame and oppression.

   Soon these bonds will break releasing me to not only leave but to speak the thoughts so closed up inside that they are often lost to the darkness of the night.

   For months, this tyranny has rained without any champion to stop it or any intervention to have its ways changed.

   No, for weeks this tyranny has excused and delivered guilty verdicts deeming itself judge, jury, and executioner.  

   The light that was received from the romantic care of summer past is no long gone, only a memory, a friend that continues to cause laughter.

   Hope that was rare to build has spoken its refusal to die.

   Its refusal to believe that this is what is best for me. That the notion of not being seen until others step into the threshold, the notion of double standards of the rules established by the tyranny, the notion of words not spoken, the notion of anger due to my refusal to give you the fight you wish to punish me for.

   These notions have not caused hope to die only encouraged it, only built the flames of a dying hope that this was all I would know.

   No, hope has only grown by leaps and bounds the flames like those of biblical times now reaching the heavens. Hope encompassed in the arrival of the day where this house will left behind, with tyranny’s permission or not.

   The day when all pain and suffering of this tyranny’s rule will come crumbling down and fall like the Soviet Union; regret may follow the days in which my departure has occurred and even the realization of the chaos that tyranny caused will be realized but I will be gone for tyranny’s rule when this day arrives.

   My chains will be broken, and I will know why I sing. 

10. Crazy much.

    Life is crazy, and interesting beyond all comprehension and imaginiation. Its crazy how quickly moments affects us in different ways and the emotions that slip back and forth. Truthfully, I think we are all bi-polar in a way. ^_^ Happiness enlightens us from the inisde out and times when you never thought you would smile this much again. Its crazy but hey life’s a ride. Might as well make it amazing because its too short to waste on sadness.