this is where my nights venture. this is where my mind wonders. drifting beyond and in between oblivion. leading me to the darkest depts of forgiven space and even further past unnecessary emptyness. this is where my time goes. blank nothingness and dessert moments of weakness and want. Of diffrence and same. Of up and down. This is where my nights venture. This is where my mind wonders. Staring into space. The airy blanks between my eyes and the ceilings and us.. We continue to lay.

i was supposed to post a note about how horrible my day was but this song started playing and all i could do was listen and calm down, relax and soothe, release and smarten up. I think i've somehow learned a life long lesson today. People are untrustworthy and there is noone to beleive but you and God, so take the needed precautions and hold onto faith not just when needed, but at all times.
-Krisy

Stevie Wonder - These Three Words - Stevie Wonder

5 words......"HE'S ON SUM NEXT SHIT"





that was one of those posts that yall not gonna understand, but if you did....u know, and if you wanna know..hit me up:)

so wats this im feeling? wats this in dreaming and rolling in my bed thinking?
whos this about? whos this for? why cant i stop? why am i setting myself up for this? playing this slow music so repetitively. why do i do this? this feeling so unshakable. so uncontrollable that ive reached out for help. that ive spilled my heart to strangers. that ive given my thoughts and self..whole self to these unknowns. why am i setting myself up for this. can i handle it?could i handle the change? the dramatics? the love??
the truth?
the wanting and power of want?
could i?
so wat is this that im feeling? that i dream about each night?
i say im grown, mature, im of my right state of mind, if not more then ever.
then why do i feel so lost? why do i feel so uncontrollably lost and confused
this...this thing im calling an emotion has gotten the better of me.
and i have not felt this before.
problem is that its a one-sided feeling staring me in the face. beating me in the head and letting me know that this one-sided feeling is only on my side. lust and want, teasing me in two different scenarios.
playing with my mind and soul telling im valid, just to tell me im wrong.
wat is this feeling?
why am i confused?

Almost As Important!!!

Almost as important as the air i breath, its unfortunate that I neglect to tell you. Like walking step by step each day, I always forget to mention it.Like using my fingers to type this, I could have taken the time to say. Like blinking everyother second, Icould have said it already. I could have mentioned it. Spoke it. Shout it. Like forgetting my everyday is new. Like neglecting the little things. Like unappreciating the ev-ery little thing tat makes it happen. That make it right. That make it work. I always forget to say.....I LOVE YOU!


-k. king

Message To Obama!!!

I am sooooo proud of you Obama. Not just a black american, but as a full american. I love this country and wish to live nowhere else, so to have you as not only a black president, but a righteous one everyone WANTS to follow, makes me proud. I beleive me made the right, and the best choice. And there is no turning back. I wish you and your family the happiest presidental ride and hope everybodies dream comes true. Not just MLK, but EVERYBODY's!!!Congradulations and God Bless!!!



Tuesday, January 20, 2009

im an open soar. deteriorating on the inside with a shiney polished smiled for an outside. decaying from untruthes and secrets. hiding my feelings and the real meaning of me. secretly telling myself.."well maybe..just maybe, if i say nothing, it will have never existed". i was wrong. oh so truely wrong. oh so truely needing to be wanted. never quite feeling needed or important. alil bit over anxious to be...to just be! expresssion, art, music, talk, snt enough to release this burden, a cry cannot safice, simply because i do not. i'd like to, but he option, the time, the moment, the deliverance of it has passed and the shadow of a heart that was left has turned to ice and has saved itself from broken-ness. so i can now jus so simply brush off the light-heartness and recoop from failure. from stress. from males. from broken-hearted-ness. from life. i can just brush life aside and keep walking. staying on the ground only by humbled upbringings. ive hidden wat was true. wat should have been said. wat could have been. a total diffrent life, a total diffren me, wouldnt need to type this, wouldnt need to be her, wouldnt need to think about it, or sign about it, or be cold hearted, or shutter at the thought, or e sad in the prescence of, or cry.......or anything.

Let's move on..shall we?!!