Saturday, April 21, 2007

I Have...Flamingo Shoes!

"I Have Flamingo Shoes"

The cards are about to fall
As I hit like a brick against the wall
So now all I can do
Is stare at my pretty flamingo shoe

Will I stay or will I go?
Hell I don't know
But I can't take much more of this shit,
I'm getting sick of it.

The cards are coming down
Will you smile or will you frown
When you begin to learn
That YOU are the cause of your own burn

Well if you're at a lost for what to do
You can always look at my pretty flamingo shoe
Go ahead, I'll share
Becasue at this point I don't fucking care

And while you're busy staring at the ground
I will be looking all around
Surveying all that fell
And surprisingly, I won't want to yell

But don't be disillusioned
By all this card fallin' confusion
I am NOT to blame
And I am done playing your sick and twisted game

So I will go on staring at my pretty flamingo shoe
Because what else is a girl to do
When the cards are about to fall
And she feels like she's hit a brick wall

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

"Someone Shoot Me"

I just realized that this may not be appropriate to post in light of recent events, but I don't care, it amused me to write and I'm proud of it and that is rare. Keep in mind that I was sitting in my TAKS room and being forced to "review" for the TAKS by being subjected to a horribly lame science video and my feelings toward that video are reflect here (at least in the first line). It also kind of sums up how I'm feeling about school right now. Plus, like I said, it was just amusing to write. Oh, and a bit of a disclaimer , i wrote it with a tune in my head so it may sound weird with out said tune. Now please enjoy.....

"Someone Shoot Me"

They make us listen to this SHIT
Thinking we can learn from it
But all we do is sit here saying
‘Someone shoot me’

So they really think we care?
What they’re saying over there?
‘Cause all we do is sit here saying
‘Someone shoot me!’

I’m gonna leave this place
I need to find a diffrent place
Because all I do is say ‘someone shoot me’
c’mon on, please shoot me!

Hish school is killing us
We don’t want to learn calculus
All we want to do is say
‘Someone shoot me!’

We walk from class to class
Hoping we don’t fall on out ass
And the teachers hear us say
‘Someone SHOOT me!’

They laugh at all our pain
Knowing we have nothing to gain
And ignore us as we cry
‘Someone shoot me’

Well this place has got to burn
Becasue I do not want to learn
And I’m tired of screaming
‘SOMEONE SHOOT ME!’

Oh, look at all the flames
We can all share in the blame
Because now we never havt to say
‘someone shoot me’

Friday, January 27, 2006

Cici's Story

The Story I Wrote for Cici Because I Love He, Entitled: Beautiful Black Nubian Princess Cici and pale white egyptian slave steffy, I Hope It’s Insulting Enough (Yes Bitches, This Is All Part of the Title)

There once was a Beautiful Nubian Princess named Cici. Cici, excuse me, Princess Cici, was black. Black Princess Cici owned an egyptian slave named steffy. This slave was white. Beautiful Black Nubian Princess Cici adored pale white egyptian slave steffy. Black Princess Cici wasn’t as harsh or mean on white slave steffy as the other Black Princesses were on their white slaves. For example, while the other Beautiful Princesses only fed their pale slaves mush for breakfast, lunch, and diner, Beautiful Princess Cici fed pale slave steffy her delicious leftovers; of course, the leftovers were in smaller portions than the mush because Black Princess Cici liked to eat…a lot. And while the other Nubian Princess only let their egyptian slaves have one 1 hour break during their 16 hour work day, Nubian Princess Cici let egyptian slave steffy have several breaks during her 18 hour work day; however, these breaks were only 15 minutes long and egyptian slave steffy could only take up to four breaks a day, but who’s counting right? Also, while the other Princesses made their slaves sleep in the dungeons on the cold, hard, wet ground with barely a blanket to over them, Princess Cici allowed slave steffy to sleep on a pillow beside her bed, like a dog, in fact, with the dogs. Yep, Princess Cici let slave steffy sleep on a grimy, muddy, nasty pillow with her slobbery, sweaty, mean dogs and without a blanket. Hmmm…Now I’m starting to think Princess Cici was a lot more harsh and mean and vile than any other Princess alive. There was, however, one saving grace about Black Princess Cici; while all the other Black princesses would beat their white slaves for doing something wrong, or get someone else to do it for them, Black Princess Cici never beat, or had anyone else beat, white slave steffy for two reasons: 1) Black Princess Cici viewed the beating of white slave steffy as destruction of property, and Nubian Princess Cici only liked the destruction of other people’s property, and 2) Beautiful Princess Cici was too greedy, selfish, and cheap to pay someone else to do it for her, and was too lazy to do it herself.
Now, pale white egyptian slave steffy had plenty of offers to become the pale white egyptian slave of someone else, but she turned them down flat every time. I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “if pale white egyptian slave steffy had a chance to go some place where she could eat more, have a longer break, work less hours, sleep on the cold, hard ground instead of between grimy, nasty dogs ad get beaten, then why the hell has she stayed with Beautiful Black Nubian Princess Cici?” Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret; all the small portions of leftovers, long work hours, non-existent breaks, and sleeping with the dogs were a front. Beautiful Black Nubian Princess Cici and pale white egyptian slave steffy were really the best of friends and just went by Cici and Steffy. However, when one of the other Beautiful Black Nubian Princesses and her pale white egyptian slave came over, Cici became Beautiful Black Nubian Princess Cici and Steffy became pale white egyptian slave steffy, but it was always just pretend. You see, the saying ‘yes master’, crappy leftovers, sleeping with on the grimy pillow with the dogs, working long hours with no break, and the non-beatings were all just fun and games to black Cici and White Steffy. They were just two great friends trying to survive and make sense out of the bias, prejudice world of the Beautiful Black Nubian Princesses and the pale white egyptian slaves. The End.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

The fleeting moments of light that break through the perpetual darkness disrupt the constant pain with shinning happiness, warm laughter and humble love making the oblivion bearable.

Love Much,
~Steffy~

Thursday, January 12, 2006

ummm.....I'm not sure about this one. It's one of those that sounds good while your writting it but then you re-read it and think it sucks. I don't know if i like the title either. I wrote it in five minutes, acctually less, so be brutal.

Through
There’s not a thing that I can do
‘Cause I really haven’t got a clue.
How am I supposed to deal with you?
I’m in hysterics, going wild.
My heart is racing,
I’m insane.
I really haven’t got a clue.
How do I deal with you?
You drive me mad; I’m too far-gone.
My head is spinning with every thought.
There’s not a thing that I can do.
Do I play this game with you?
Do I run from this world?
Do I let it crash and burn?
Well I’ve finally got a clue,
And I’m done playing games with you.

Saturday, December 31, 2005

I just kind of wrote this. Tell me what you think.

"Writing Right"
Sitting in my The Write Stuff t-sirt
trying to write about the right stuff
to say to you.
I don't know what to say to you.
Do I run away from you?
WIll I run away with you?
Why can't I stop thinking about you?
Sitting in my The Write Stuff t-shirt
trying to write the right stuff
to impress you.
Do I imrpess you?
Have I made an impression upon you?
Do you sometimes wonder about me?
I wonder about you.
SItting in my The Write Stuff t-shirt
trying to write the right stuff
to say what I can't;
I think I like you.

I don't knwo about the last line, I htink I should take it out, but I'll leave it in. That is kind of the point.

Monday, December 12, 2005

I can definetly say that I am in a better mood, though this may change within the next day, or even the next hour. Mood swings are not fun, and no, it is not the monthly kind. At least I don't think it is. I ahve been like this my whole life, but thanks to the wonderful world of psychiatric drugs we have gotten it under control, for the most part. THere are still times were my moods fluctuate, which, I know, is normal. I just tend to feel a lot deeper than normal and that can cause problems. Good news though, my Ten Line is done. Now I just have to practise it and then stare at my biology final review until I decide to go to bed. Gotta love finals.
Love Much
~Steffy~