Gimme Dat

Welcome Back Ciara... I know the boys like this one almost as much as ride. She came back with her sexual side. The album comes out December 10th. I'm interested to see what it's talkin bout.

SN: I wish I had her abs

Introducing

Here's something about me people may not know
They're somehow unable see past my glow
But there's someone who’s hidden behind the smile
That wants to be held every once in a while
I continue to give while I let others take
There's many things I am but I am not fake
And I accept all consequences of choices I make
Hopefully these characteristics aren’t intimidating to you
I’m not revealing myself but just giving a clue
Through everything i've learned to be an independent woman
And I know that from God is where my help is comin
My passion is helping and easing pain
I love to listen since no story’s the same
So much I have learned while playing this game
Called life and you need not judge my performance
Cuz no one is perfect, I already know this
This is simply and intro to what im about
There’s a plethora more that you’d have to find out
A million emotions that I dare not show
How hesitant I am to expose this info
As there’s so much about me people may not know

Plea Bargain

-----------This is an oldie--------------


Seated in the dark, encompassed by nothing but shadows
Not a sound can be heard but the keys tick ticking as the words flow from my mind
Outside there is peace, a pleasant calm that’s rarely found
Inside there is a war, there is fighting, there is hate, there is hurt, there is danger
There is a cry for help.
Imagining, hoping, praying; for forgiveness
Of sins but more so of the damage that has been caused
By actions that could have easily been avoided.
A coulda, woulda, shoulda situation that’s just eating me alive; there’s no excuse,
Stupidity, is not the answer
Pressure, is not it either
But carelessness; the frightening and painful truth, and the reason for my burdened heart.
To simply say I’m sorry would be nothing but wasted words
But the words that would be best to say, at this point I can’t think of.
Actions speak louder, as we can so clearly see
I’ll now make those actions positive to show just what I mean
Only one more chance is necessary, I’ve been changed I promise that
Cuz the pain I feel so far outweighs the pleasure that I’ve felt
It wasn’t even worth it, no, not nearly worth it at all
Like i’ve committed suicide but somehow I’m still alive
My heart has been ripped out, and the culprit, yes it was me, me, me
Standing here with blood drenched hands, guilty is my plea

Crying

Crying because no one understands
Crying because he makes me so sad
Crying because it’s the only thing I know how to do
Crying because I can control it
Crying because it’s easy
Crying because no one understands
Crying because it makes me feel better
Crying because I have to
Crying because I hate feeling this pain
Crying because I want to be left alone
Crying because no one understands
Crying because he hurt me
Crying because he doesn’t care
Crying because I miss him
Crying because he wasn’t there
Crying because no one understands
Crying because I'm crying out
Crying because it hurts
Crying because I love him
Crying because I hate him
Crying because no one understands

You Raise Me Up

Lately I have been reflecting on my childhood (not that i'm oh so old now) and I have come to realize a few things. After examining friends lives and comparing them to what I have/had I had to take a minute to thank God for blessing me with so much that I took for granted. Growing up there were times where I could not stand my parents rules and I thought they were much too harsh on me but looking back they knew exactly what they were doing. This goes for my mother more so than my father but I guess I will include him anyway (that's a whole different post). Anywho it's just come to my realization that I used to complain about a 12:00 curfew when I was a freshman in high school and then complain about a 2:00 curfew when I was a senior in high school but there are many of my friends out there who had curfews much earlier than I did and are older than me. I used to get mad because I couldn't get the clothes or the shoes that I wanted when I wanted them yet every time we went out mom paid for dinner mom bout me something even if I didn't ask for it. In a way you can say I'm spoiled but I never thought about it until now. I'm not a brat and I believe that the only reason why I was treated the way I was is because I was a good child. Yet and still I found things to complain about but that never stopped my mom from bending over backwards for me.

As if that wasn't enough she STILL does it. I am about to be a sophomore in college and my mom pays for all of my gas and pretty much I still get what I want even though money is kind of tight going from two incomes to one. I just praise God cuz that woman is AMAZING! I would never ask for another mother or to have been raised a different way. I love who I am and the morals, values, beliefs and lessons that I have and that is all thanks to MOM... and dad. I guess this could be a coming of age post or a realization post but really its just a thank you post. I thank God for my mother and I thank my mother for using all that she was blessed with to give me an amazing childhood! :)
Until next time... ya girl Miss Jeralyn Tausha

“If you raise your children to feel that they can accomplish any goal or task they decide upon, you will have succeeded as a parent and you will have given your children the greatest of all blessings.”- Brian Tracy

Words...

I'm on this song real heavy lately.

The Missus

This is a poem I wrote. I write a lot of poetry and that is probably what 90% of my posts will be but here is number 1... enjoy

Ask anyone they’ll say that I’m too young to be the Mrs.

Yet my hearts fallen in love, do trust, I know what this is

As my fear of falling fades failing’s forms, what is this

Recognizing destiny from 1, or 2 sweet kisses

The ball is in the air and glove widespread cuz I can't miss this

My heart is like a thirst that your love perfectly quenches

If I believed in magic I would make you all three wishes

Or maybe I would call upon a star much like a princess

Striking out is not an option with your pitches

I have found the winning player; don’t need others on the benches

Skip the bases babe I'm running home to be your Missus