trapped but not jaded by any sort

The art of storytelling

reflections of myself hit me from the iris of your eye and at that point in time I realize that I wasn’t ever in love with you but more or less intrigued by the way you saw me.

vain I know but the truth must be told. You told me that you were the reason for my inability to love and that’s a lie

my mouth moves without your command and my heart feels madly and passionately for man that dreams of me as I sleep beneath stars. In my dreams I in vision a sea of people and only one holds the key to my heart; trapped by my fantasy but not jaded by any sort; he is the one who will forever win this sport

this exchange of words we encounter last night marred my soul a bit. But the words that escape from your lips merely do that: Escape. Running away further from the lies you form them into. I am no longer the girl you let your anger upon I am the girl you look back on and say: she was the one that got away.

written in feb 2009
i am a poet

my drug- g. austin

my drugs: peanut m&m's, red gummie, silver sufer (new baby, berrie mandingo died )': )

ahh this wknd was all good. no issues all fun new experience and (: 's

keep it coming !

sorry love, but im seeing through these eyes

"awake to the fact that love is the only act i want to partake in. deaf ears to
the dream of loving any other."

my life is finally on track. i used to feel like moments just passed in front of me now i feel like i can truly live again and smile, dance, sing, and enjoy life for what it is. ahhhh! rebirth i love spring!

yours, danielle <3

sprinkles!

cuppy cakes! ahhh my one true weakness beside a tall slim boy with a pretty smile (: today was good. more days like this to come

street lights

today i received word that christian s. died. it hit me probably harder that most people. i wasn't close to him, don't remember meeting or even seeing him around school. the only thing i knew was he had cancer just like me. now i am the only person at my school fighting cancer: Olivia died, christian died now everyone is looking for me to die.what hope do i have, i am officially lone in this struggle. i don't know anyone fighting cancer at my age and i don't know how much more i can take. i know its not my time and my cancer is curable it still messes with me. i keep thinking of death like what my funeral will be like, people pretending they miss me. no one understands and i don't blame them for not understanding if i wasn't me i probably wouldn't understand or even care to understand. dad cancer came back and my lust for life is gone. everything to mi is sooo routine. i used to dream and now I'm stuck in this rut and I'm super bummed out. i don't even want to write anymore i just wanna finish my hmwrk shower and sleep. nothing makes mi happy anymore: not school, not friends, not church, not niggas, not money, nothing. stress is building up and i swear its like death is calling me.....

girl on the moon

ive accepted that i'm odd. i'm always late, i have freckles, squinty eyes, and draw marshmellows everywhere. i bake to drown my sorrows and call them love muffins, i dream big and opening up for mi is hard =/. i'll be the first to tell you i'm odd. i act like a spaced out hippie who rather be protesting for some pointless right like to have lead pencils on the SATs. if you didnt know any better you'd swear im Asian or mexican. i dye my hair random colors and stand on my tippy toes when i get loud. i depend on my dad for everything. my bangs are wayy too long. i'm quick to tell you a story about my yellow acustic guitar i cannot play. but i wouldn't wanna be any other way. (: i love baking and making dinner for movie nights with my hunny. (: i love going to the beach in February.

more than what meets the eye.

a kid named dani (:

as of late, ive been searching for my purspose. looking inside to see what makes me happy:

- let go of alot of mistakes i've made

-thanked and reached out to ppl who love me.

-time to open up

-let go of a dream i was sold

-writing more poems

-talk out my issues

- feel in love w/ kid cudi's music (:

-catching up on grades

-SATs saturday (: (USC/LMU here i come)

-thinking of taking a year off from school to be a missionary

-dad's cancer has spread but he'll make it i'm sure

-my cancer steady in remission (:

-using this blog as a release (:

sky might fall but im not worried

i've been inspired by ideas, thouhgts, and dreams of the past.
march 5th 2007 was one of the greatest days of my life and two years later i feel the effects of that day: my bestfriend d.j's birthday. he died 3 months and 5 days later but today i will celebrate his life and do all the things he wanted me to. He always wanted mi to be happy and said i had the most amazing smile. (: gone but not forgotten; forever in my heart: the twinkle in my eye, my sunshine, your my angel (:

r.i.p d.j im with you always we'll see each other again just not too soon (:




p.s thats flick from bug's life (: