Deep Thought of an anxious child;

keep hope alive;
People speak of escaping the harsh realities of life,
already escaping the fact that life is a harsh realtiy.
The present contradicts the past, which
leaves confusion for the future....
Should we blame ourselves for our short comings
or is that how things are supposed to be?
We all wonder this world and we usually find our lives
being influenced by elements bigger than ourselves.
Some indulge in the concept and some fear it...
No matter how much we judge and preceive life to be,
we can't run from the thought that we're here for a
reason. Many work towards their definition, and some
wallow in the unknown__residing in their own built-up
confusions. If we knew what we know now...
what would become of the mysterious being we call,
life?
Like life...
happiness is short lived so
cherish every bit of it.

The best-rehearsed denials can't fool inquiring minds.

By way of explanation, my name is
Kashmir-Nashay.
At the moment; i'm seventeen years old.

I reside somewhere between here and there [where ever that may be?!]. On occasion I get lost in the middle of nowhere, but I guess you can say I'm trying to cling onto the edge of somewhere.

I'm guilty of hipocrasy and bold contradictions but i'm only a basic human life form. Of my nightly narratives, I like to call dreams, I haven't been able to paint a picture of how it's supposed to turn out. My thought process is currently on shuffle; so my rambling may come off as confusing to you. I probably just painted the picture of a person with some type of borderline personality disorder or manic depressive even?! Pretty much what i'm trying to say is that I'm not lost, i'm just wondering. Sometimes stammering on the truth but making dues with what I have.

Mannequins: Your ignorance is taunting me.

IDK...
Ignorance is the world's latest trend. Many model it freely for its conventional style. They strut down the runway, clothed in stupidity from head to toe. Always up to date, seeming to never miss a beat. But completely missing the point. Individuality isn't for the frauds, its for the bold. Dare to be different or fade away like everyone else. Keeping to the status quo isn't law, it's over-rated. Don't try to be different, just be yourself. No one's the same just similar.

Little Bible Buddies...

Children...aren't they just the cutest things.

They have very wild imaginations and

conversation that could last for days.

They are very busy for some strange reason.

And have very odd ways of going about things.

They make and claim friends fairly easy

and their main objective seems to simply

have fun.

Us as adults...

misunderstand them a great deal.

The crazy thing is that we once pranced

around in a jubilant manner,

as they do.

Without worry...

in our juvenile state,

we found freedom.

How do we get that same feeling of:

joy and liberty back?

My first paying job...at Little Bible Buddies. 10 full weeks of being a counselor to 3-5 year olds.

I've devoted my entire summer to being a top notch...

babysitter. haha

the 5th.

Hello! This is Keyon.

The newest edition to my family.

He was born June 12, 2008; 7 o'clock [sharp]

My nephew has personality already...

High School...

Welcome to the teenage wasteland called High School. A place where stereotypes and labels flourish. Originality is frowned upon yet some sort of identity is found. The classrooms imprision insubordinate minds. A facility of higher learning, containing halls of ruin. Girls with confused adorations and boys with psychotic hormones. Egotistic and narrow-minded teachers. And backstabbers and liars pose as friends. Algerbra and Calculus will never teach her how much birth control she’ll need to avoid pregnancy. However, completely aware that by subtracting sex from the equation, all problems are solved. Gym will help the jock compensate for his ever so apparent ignorance. And you’ll find that your intelligence is dependent on a standardized test, "street smarts" not included. Also, you’ll find vandalism to be status quo. The bathrooms display illustrations of wreckless artists and the sketchy doodles left by taggers on desktops. Who are the ones that roam through these halls? An adolescent or two, with a bad attitude and too many body modifications. The template demonstrates otherwise but the truth is...

There’s not much of a musical.

Perfect Stranger....

A Few Summers Ago...

I ran into the perfect stranger.
The environment which contained us,
was filled with chaos.
And well he didn't actually notice me,
but when my eyes were first introduced
to his existance...
I guess you can say I was slightly intrigued
by his essence or...
maybe it was my "somewhat" infatuation...
that desired some of his attention.
There was a rather awkward acquaintance,
which soon birthed a new friendship.
The infatuation dissolved into nothing but,
the friendship grew.
Our time was spent having fun with a soundtrack
of laughter.
But eventually the summer ended
and time seperated this stranger and I.
We departed with hugs and promises to
"keep in touch".
Some pages on the calender turned,
but we followed through with our agreement.

And in future,
this stranger and I met again,
but now we were no longer foreigners to each others
being...
Because we were formally educated on the basics the previous
summer.
Well the question of deeper feelings lingered.
A new year began...
and while chatting in the wee hours...
a request was sent.
Believe it or not...
My life was destined to change,
when I parted my lips and said...
"Yes".
This stranger and I fell with our hearts merged.
Emotionally losing control...in a good way.
For the times we kissed,
we were so close, my nerves were dancing to the beat of his
heart.
Who knew that being in love could...
look, taste, and feel so good.
Yeah, sometimes love can express a bitter taste and...
smiles are temporarily replaced with tears.
But true love is forever sweet.

Who is this stranger you ask?
His name is Marcus.

Dance With Me...

I am a dancer...

I lost my virginity on the dancefloor.

Underneath the strobe lights,

I swayed endlessly, making love...

to the bass of the song.

My body trembled

as my hips moved

left and right,

back and forth.

Mouthing the lyrics to the song

but never losing touch in the movement.

Set in a trance,

beyond the break of dawn.

Press repeat and turn the lights down.

I don't want to know the end;

in that moment I swear...

we were infinite.

07/12/08

Definition.

ro-man-ti-cism: (noun)

1. An artistic and intellectual movement originating in Europe in the late 18th century and characterized by a heightened interest in nature, emphasis on the individual's expression of emotion and imagination, departure from the attitudes and forms of classicism, and rebellion against established social rules and conventions.
2. Romantic quality or spirit in thought, expression, tendency, or action.