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Sunday, 8 January 2012
Here I am again Online On time Checking my status Rearranging my data Checking her status Scoping this data
I am smh Shaking my head Because this friend is posting drama again "Cuz bitches online be drinking that hatorade Cuz they can't get a man" and you know that Her half naked profile picture proves that they're just jealous.
This other one's full of philosophy Posting "intellectual" thoughts like "There's no absolute truth" I assure you, the fact that I think that's a stupid idea IS an absolute truth.
Some are tirando indirecta's (making indirect statements) But I won't say any names because you know who you are!
These two are cyber sexing it up Cuz she thinks he's "phoin", he thinks she's cute, Her relationship status is private and his relationship status says "It's complicated"
Others can't seem to resist posting long, sentimental, emotional blackmailing, "... if you really love God/ are a patriot/ want to cure cancer …", life-cursing, "If you don't pass this to 10 friends, something bad will happen to you today." chain status's, that make you wonder if they even like you.
Then there are the sports fanatics who cuss, grunt, groan and carry on like if they get paid when their professional sports team wins. If you're on the team, I get it. If your not, I don't.
And let's not forget the proud parents who inundate me with so many cute pictures and sticky-sweet stories about their kids that I just might smear dog shit all over them the next time they visit. Ok, I won't, but seriously, we get it. They're cute. Enough already.
There's even a status preacher on my home page Praising the lord, telling us what's wrong with the world, quoting scripture to point us all in the right moral direction Boy, it must be nice to tell people how they're living wrong everyday.
It didn't bother me before, but now I scroll down my page thinking "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah" Then, today, I wondered Do I really care about these people? I do care about them But sometimes it's just tmi Too much information.
Monday, 22 August 2011
Words are never enough An embrace A kiss A touch never quite expresses it. But we know exactly how we feel. It dances between us.
Posted by Tabita Escobar at 8:35 PM CDT
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Updated: Monday, 22 August 2011 8:38 PM CDT
I wish I could go on retreat just to cry To be sad To be sullen, broken, shaken In the suffocating agony Of heaving tear erupting upon heaving tear Of a tightening throat the cork on my stomach digesting away my pain Wringing out The memory of yesterdays regrets Leaving me Devoid of the pain that would cause me to hate
How long would it take? Days? Weeks? Months? How long would it take to be free? To be newly me. Maybe just hours.
I know I must cry but I've lost control of my tears They defy me when summoned at appropriate times Opting to ambush me at unexpected moments The more I try to contain them the less accommodating they become
I curbed them for so long Afraid to let my children see my face awash in despair Rendering their hearts broken too
At least now my tears are silent most of the time Like a mild-mannered, leaky faucet Gently forging one dejected streak on the side of my face
When my children ask "What's wrong?" I say allergies and they say "ok" I say allergies and they walk away "Mom has allergies And my world is safe."
Still I wish I could go on retreat just to cry But I doubt my tears would oblige.
Posted by Tabita Escobar at 8:23 PM CDT
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Updated: Monday, 22 August 2011 8:40 PM CDT Tuesday, 12 April 2011
I can no longer see So blinded by fear I can longer breathe Deep breath locked in a tear Startle reflex kicked on high Today am I fighting or today will I fly? Dangling in the wind I spin alone Wrangling four winds I will someday own Here I find in rewind My enemy is not time Though I run As I run There you are, fear Running with me
Posted by Tabita Escobar at 6:40 PM CDT
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Updated: Monday, 22 August 2011 8:41 PM CDT Monday, 11 April 2011
I hold these truths to be self evident that I too am created equal Endowed by my creator with certain unalienable rights That among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness Therefore, for the rest of my life I will not long suffer But pursue my dreams and passions I will design, build and fulfill my personal destiny Live out my wanderlust Write all the sweet melodies alongside every acid thought and belief in my mind to satisfy my love for the written word I will be hopelessly imperfect And not try to be otherwise Be kind to others But more importantly to myself I will value my time and energy Using them to nurture my best self Regularly invoking the powers of "No." Then letting it go. I will give voice to my beliefs Speak the truth in difficult situations Pay no heed to the judgment of narrow minds Actively shutting them down when they try to mess with me I will freely exercise my right to send people to hell when deemed necessary I will love bravely and unfettered Whosoever I choose But most of all, for the rest of my life I will live my life My way Every day
Posted by Tabita Escobar at 5:33 PM CDT
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Updated: Monday, 11 April 2011 5:37 PM CDT
I’m open now, The world is wide
Corazon, I long to fly
Touch the sky Kiss the moon
Won’t be coming back soon
The only compass is my will.
Heart open wide, And bursting still
Posted by Tabita Escobar at 5:31 PM CDT
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Updated: Monday, 11 April 2011 5:33 PM CDT
You can't forget her because no other woman has loved you so. You worship her because she was always there. When you broke your promises When you let her down she stayed around. But here you are with me. You idealize her because when you cursed and rejected her she always forgave and never remembered. Yet here you are with me. You know that There is nothing she wouldn't sacrifice for your benefit and you are always first in her heart. So you extol her virtues constantly Telling me how she's always understood you and when she couldn't she accepted you nonetheless. She knows how to cook your farina just right Still here you are with me. But I cannot love you like she loves you. She is your mother and I am not. Thursday, 7 April 2011
This is the norm Now every child born Is not counted a person Till they become a consumer So I will take And I will own And I will have And if you don't it's because you're not as smart as me. Let me tell you Sell you My story Advertising Commercializing Romanticizing My pain My struggle My self I will make a million dollars selling parts of me And I will call it art
Posted by Tabita Escobar at 12:55 PM CDT
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Updated: Thursday, 7 April 2011 1:06 PM CDT Wednesday, 6 April 2011
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