Oasis II

|`=`|The Hostess|`=`|

Philosopher wanna-be, tea drinking, free child of God, born of Nigeria, raised in The States with a restless heart willing to fly. Give me a moment along with an intriguing verse and I shall bare my soul. Do not hold back, for neither shall I...
IMSA student
Aurora, U.S.A.

Digs

Futbol (soccer)
Real food
Art
Freedom of expression
Globe treading
The belief that we are one World under God

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~~Stay calm, always~~
~~Start my daily resolutions~~
Graduate from IMSA
Build others
Love and be loved in return
Live a Christian life

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24.5.05

I can't deny it, my mood is completely down. There's this foreboding feeling about what's to come. This house thing is going stale, we have our aims but there's constantly someone there to outdo us. Our townhouse is not our property by the 24th of June and scrambling isn't the greatest feeling, you know?

Ah ha, and then came the mail. Poetry.com sent me a letter praising a poem I wrote around last year and well. . . The poem was created during a state of self-denial. Denial of what I still felt and denial of my place en la corazón de quien. Ha, it's actually somewhat humorous, because I just got back from laughing at a visit and I read something I wrote where some lines are:
". . . Thought my love would prevent it.

But I was wrong."

Ah, why do my poems always tend to represent my saddest sides? . . . Hmm, maybe because I can barely find other ways to let that out. Aye, if only these emotions could be my evasive side. . . And now all is quite.

: :Starts singing "Loneliness": :

tea is served @ 12:36 p. m. --------------------------------------------------------------