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lightblack757

24 / M / Straight / Single

North Las Vegas, Nevada

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a lady

Nov 23, 2009

i've met my fair share of females in my day...all different types and personalities...all into different things. but just recently i noticed i haven't been blessed enough to be in the company of a true "lady" in a while...what IS a true lady in my opinion, you ask? its a woman that embodies beauty inside and out...a woman that dresses to impress...yes outside appearance isn't SUPPOSED to matter, but let's all be honest...how one presents themself is a direct reflection of how they feel about themself....but im talking about a female that ispires all males in their presence to be better than they were yesterday...if anybody out there knows what im talking about please hit me up, because i would love to meet her.
i've met my fair share of females in my day...all differenttypes and personalities...all into different things. but justrecently i noticed i haven't been blessed enough to be in thecompany of a true "lady" in a while...what IS a true lady in myopinion, you ask? its a woman that embodies beauty inside andout...a woman that dresses to impress...yes outside appearanceisn't SUPPOSED to matter, but let's all be honest...how onepresents themself is a direct reflection of how they feel aboutthemself....but im talking about a female that ispiresall males in their presence to be better than they wereyesterday...if anybody out there knows what im talking about pleasehit me up, because i would love to meet her.
a lady

the average vegas girl.

Nov 21, 2009

during my misadventures in online dating i come across quite a few profiles containing the phrase "i'm not your average vegas girl". funny part is, that this phrase is usually followed by:

"i like outdoors-y stuff"

"i like to party, but enjoy staying home too"

"i love the twilight books and movies"

"i'm going to school to be a make-up artist"/"i'm going to school for nursing"

or they just write what seems to be utter randomness to make themselves come off as either quirky, unapproachable, or pretty much insane

 

now, i'm not trying to be judgmental, just making an observation. the average vegas girl isn't your average vegas girl...howbeit most of them are exactly the same.

i'm just waiting to be proven wrong.

 

during my misadventures in online dating i come across quite afew profiles containing the phrase "i'm not your average vegasgirl". funny part is, that this phrase is usually followed by:

"i like outdoors-y stuff"

"i like to party, but enjoy staying home too"

"i love the twilight books and movies"

"i'm going to school to be a make-up artist"/"i'm going toschool for nursing"

or they just write what seems to be utter randomness to makethemselves come off as either quirky, unapproachable, or prettymuch insane

 

now, i'm not trying to be judgmental, just making anobservation. the average vegas girl isn't your average vegasgirl...howbeit most of them are exactly the same.

i'm just waiting to be proven wrong.

 

the average vegas girl.

daily death

Sep 19, 2009

i've died every day
since she walked away
and said "hey"
with an air of disdain
i dip my brush in the paint
a dull red hue of pain
i depict fire and flames
melting to red tears
and flowing down a drain
the salty sweat of lusts
emboss the pipes in rust
frozen in the the past
causing the ducts to bust
the future is flushed
and never to be refilled
love at first and last sight
and thus my soul was killed
and a single rose red
rose the dead
forsake the casket
and left the carson in my stead
to be pollenated and bred
withered botanical hybrid
true sign that the closed mouth is never fed
if to see her again
would i have the courage to befriend
or rush into the end
of a dream yet to begin?
or would i wake
draped in the linen capes
tangled and trying to escape
the eternally damned love of hate
the fate
to have my heart locked in purgetory in a crate
for each delay
for every angel i let get away
i die for each 1
once a day.

i've died every day
since she walked away
and said "hey"
with an air of disdain
i dip my brush in the paint
a dull red hue of pain
i depict fire and flames
melting to red tears
and flowing down a drain
the salty sweat of lusts
emboss the pipes in rust
frozen in the the past
causing the ducts to bust
the future is flushed
and never to be refilled
love at first and last sight
and thus my soul was killed
and a single rose red
rose the dead
forsake the casket
and left the carson in my stead
to be pollenated and bred
withered botanical hybrid
true sign that the closed mouth is never fed
if to see her again
would i have the courage to befriend
or rush into the end
of a dream yet to begin?
or would i wake
draped in the linen capes
tangled and trying to escape
the eternally damned love of hate
the fate
to have my heart locked in purgetory in a crate
for each delay
for every angel i let get away
i die for each 1
once a day.

daily death