Is all that we know...?

I've been had. Hoodwinked. Fooled. Led astray. Deceived. Duped. Outwitted and TRICKED.

Damn. Damn. Damn. You think you know a person and then the light is flicked on and who you thought was there, wasn't there at all. 

Vulnerability is the best way for me to explain this. I loved him, well, I loved who I THOUGHT he was. I called him my brother, my friend, my rock and I trusted him with my life, with my thoughts and my secrets. I let him in. HURT. 

If I could talk to him again, I'd be afraid. Fearful because the power I thought he had, he did, just not under the circumstances in which I was ready to deal with. Where will life take you? Why did you fool us? Were your words genuine or was I just a pawn in your game? Answer me! 

Traumatized. I watched my hope walk away in handcuffs. . .

O.P.I nail polish and Erykah Badu

I listened to 2.4 hours worth of Erykah Badu, something from every album. She soothes my inner beast, hell, she just soothes me.

Solitude.

I think I'll use these last two weeks to gather my thoughts, my peace and my intellect. I'm ready to tackle Junior year like God planned for me to do. No more cliques, no more drama, no more extra. People tend to be my downfall because I seem to give people a certain power, pfft, not again.

Twenty minute shower. Scrubbing, thinking, singing, humming, praising, wishing.

Twenty minutes later; clean and happy.

Smelling good, feeling fine.

Enough with Erykah,

lets put itunes on shuffle.

Chrisette Michelle - Mr. Radio.

Yes, sing to me. "is there more than the physical" - over here, yep and that's what draws me in.

I'm all over the place tonight, but I like it. Free and doing me.

I'll be back when what I have to say makes sense...

happy & refusing to go back.

I used to listen to 'Rihanna - Cry' religiously, "I'm not the type to get my heart broken, I'm not the type to get upset and cry, 'cause I never leave my heart open". Now, I don't. I listen to old school love songs, songs about falling, being in and entering love. 

Some people have been skeptics and honestly, it bothered me because I value peoples opinions. Then, I remembered, I was a different Morgan a few weeks back and no matter what anyone says, I'm happy. I'm good. I'm smitten. All negativity is fictitious; it ceases to exist around these parts. 

Excuse me if I offend, but, 

Nothing even matters...

Building Blocks of Love

I was over at Pink Wire and her most recent blog sparked a little somethin' - somethin'.

Guy meets girl, or, girl meets guy. There's obviously a physical attraction but most sensible people start to consider what type of person they're dealing with. Rather than laying down, entering and releasing we should talk and feel people out. This would be the courting phase. (dating, talking, chilling, kicking it - whatever you call it)

Go to the arcade, parks, bowling, play twister, uno, take a trip to the zoo. Have an interview with the person, figure out where their head is. Dating should be fun, never too serious and if your going on several dates he/she must be fond of you. Don't rush, don't fall. Allow yourself to experience new things, it keeps things interesting

Relationships become options and often the topic of discussion between the couple and often times, their friends. Don't feel pressured. Do it in your own time. (Another issue I've had in the past) I was always taught to cherish being courted because the sweet dates and door holding start to diminish and you start spending your Friday nights in the house. Titles are bull- it doesn't make him or her anymore yours than the next person. If anything, the titles runs your significant other off. People start to deviate from the plan and true colors start to present themselves. Tisk, tisk.

FINAL POINT - You probably won't get past a first date if you give yourself so soon. What's left to chase if you've already gotten the goodies?

Ladies, Gentlemen, Smuts & Whoremongers...if you all cannot follow these steps you will be shipped to the whore conquest I have created in Iran. Just kiddin' ;-)

well, hello mister turtle.

In my opinion, a turtle is the smartest and most unique creation. he protects himself with himself, a splendid defense mechanism.

Hiding; within my shell.
Scared to take a chance, far from brave.

Lately, they've all been telling me, "it's okay to take a chance.." - "don't stand in the way of your own happiness" - "be free.." Well, I've done that before and it took me about four months to stop crying myself to sleep and almost a year to get over him. Mending a broken heart is left up to its owner, so it's easy for people to say, "take a chance". I'm debating on sticking my head out, love is a risk. Don't get it twisted, I'm not out for that, but fondness is a gateway to love and, I honestly don't know if that's where I want to be.

I vowed to never again be that love-drunk-starry eyed- chump.

Could that vow cause me something nice?
Eh.

Erykah Badu says, "think twice before we start something nice"

KATE NASH!

I'm significantly late, because I've been jamming to her for about a month now, but I usually keep my favorites to myself --yes, quite selfish.

KATE NASH.

KATE NASH.

KATE NASH.

KATE NASH.

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KATE NASH - PUMPKIN SOUP

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"hi haters?"

Okay, this has been heavy on my heart for a substantial amount of time now...

I see people have become accustomed to reiterating some rap song where the chorus repeats..."you see me, hi haters". I guess that's cool, but the people that repeat the chorus to this song, in my opinion, don't have haters.

What constitutes a hater?
What should you possess to be worthy of haters?

Where I'm from, most males either go to unaccredited colleges/universities, stay home and sell drugs or go to the gogo and take tons of pictures, hundreds of dollars worth to be exact.

You are NOT qualified to have haters my friends. Get a degree, your own spot, your own goals and start striving to achieve them before you dare part your lips to say someone is hating.

'tisall.