hawaiianprincesslani

Sometimes Things happen for us without us knowing why. Sometimes things can be unfair, but that is how life is. Like How Cruel it is for a mother to birth 3 children, But pass after the thirds first breath. How life can Leave a father alone with 3 young children, Raise them on his own. How the lord expects him to love all 3 equally even though one clearly surpasses the others. So Perfect in every way, So flawless since day one he deiced to name her 'Beauty'. The other 2 where fine in each their own way, Of Fake tans, and fake blondes, Reds, and Brunettes. Beauty's Name spoke nothing but truth, Her skin such a fine olive no Spray bronze need

Baby girl, Heed  my words. Life get hard and twisted, But with mothers voice you will be lifted. Singing songs you wrote your self. Making mother think to herself, Wishing for better days, When we use to say, "Through the hard work comes a treasure" But there is still no pleasure, No time to agree, That we can do we. Though times do get hard, And we do get shifted. With mothers words you shall be lifted. Twist your hips and dance along, One day you will sing your own mother songs. About sadness and pain, And those few who got away. The tears of happiness and sorrow. And those little fingers, The ones you barrow. To hol

It is state that the heart can love many. The heart is just like a mind, It can change many of times. So lets say I love one person. but after awhile I developed feelings of love for someone else, I can still love the original person just I could also love that new person. stating this is like stating to a married women that it is impossible to love her husband and child at the same time. It may be hard to fall out of love. but it is easy to fall in it. and there are times where you can fall into love with a number of people. but some are luck to fall in love with one. Or lets say it like this. So I can also make you laugh from this serious c

She gets on with life as a Gamer, She's a Short kinda gal. She likes playing chess and listening to music. She likes to contemplate Porn. But when she starts to daydream, Her mind turns straight to Masturbation. Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom! Sometimes I look at her and I look into her eyes, I notice the way she thinks about Masturbation with a smile, Curved lips she just can't disguise. But she thinks it's Porn making her life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for her to decide which she loves more? Porn or... Masturbation? She likes to use words like 'jiggle' and 'love.' She likes to use words about Porn. But when she stops

The Warm Breeze from my open window rustled my wavy brown hair, As we sped down the narrow and Practically empty highway, every so often we passed a random phone poll.  It was a normal November in Los Angles California. The sun was Rising on the dusty Tundra.  I saw it a million times, But I still love it. When the black of the road meets the Brown of the dirt, Meets the pink of the lower sky, meets to yellow, meets the orange.  It always took my breath away. But today was not the same as the other Mornings Aiden and I have had. Most of it flashed before me. I remember Holding Aiden's Hand and my free hand out the window as we went over the s

"Morning Red." He said With this Upbeat chip. I gave him my Most Bitter Smile I could. "Morning Doug." I said with a obvious hatred. That he ignored. "Is it to early? Would you like to go back to sleep?" I rolled my Eyes and went to the fridge. "Cant do that Doug, School." To be Honest, I wasn't even trying to be disrespectful, It just came naturally with him. I mean 11 Years of Abandonment and You come back in a PINK APRON! Who does that? I grabbed the Orange Juice and quickly Poured a glass and drank it before heading back upstairs. Trying to make it before small talk. I grabbed, My Black skinny's Purple high tops, Purple tank, And a Black

I wondered How long they Would leave me here, Waiting and Bleeding On the old dance floor. Not Dying so I wasn't the top priority. Finishing the Assassination was. I laid there, Seeing the black Specks fill my eyes. I was going to black out, And I welcomed it. I let my body fall limp, and the darkness Engulf me. I awoke in a clinic. I smirked, I'm still that important not to waste. I could feel the bandages Wrapped tightly around me torso. I could also feel I had No shirt on. I looked over to see Alexander Webb In his white Lab coat, his back to me. I could See his shaggy Brown hair, That I swear he styles to look messy. I looked at my Carme

 Once Apon a time, There use to be a warm, Rich, golden Light that use to warm me. Now, Its replaced By a cold, Harsh, Gray Cloud that Chills me to the bone. My Smile, still there Just a lot more bitter than it use to be. And My Happy ending is no where to be found. Its funny How Its supposed to be A SWEET 16, Not a deadly one. Sadly that's how it turned out. As I lay Soaked in the thick, Sticky, Mess that was my blood On the dance floor. Feeling my Life slip through my Fingertips. I wonder was it all worth it? I always wanted to be much more than a messy lump on the ground. The day Started off so promising too. That Deathly Experience ever