?

Log in

No account? Create an account
It's the way that you blush when you're nervous.
It's your ability to make me earn this.
I know that you're tired, just let me sing you to sleep.
It's about how you laugh out of pity,
'Cause lets be honest I'm not really that funny.
I know that you're shy, just let me sing you to sleep.
If you need anything, just the say the word.
I mean anything.
Rest assured, if you start to doze, then I'll tuck you in,
Plant my lips where your necklace is close.
It's those pills that you don't need to take,
medicating perfection, now that's a mistake.
I know that you're spent, just let me sing you to sleep.
It's your finger and how I'm wrapped around it.
It's your grace and it keeps me grounded.
I know that you're weak, just let me sing you to sleep.
While you were sleeping I figured out everything,
I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me.
Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins.
You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame.

she's on her eight of nine

these hospital walls are the palest of white
here in this desert they're reciting my last rites
the smell of these halls
brings temporary comfort
as the oxygen flows through my blood
el corazon was poisoned tonight...
she's on her eight of nine.

when half of all your prayers are insincere,
the other half are lies.
here is this watermark under this bridge.
the point where it all crested,
rolled back and drifted into the sea.
i climb from this wreckage
as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs.
the closest of close calls has happened tonight.

it's time that i made things right
for the first time,
since the last time.
let this moment of clarity
lift this curse that has been cast upon me.

appreciate the good times,
but don't take the worst for granted.
'cause you only get so many second chances

ain't this the truth

Our Opinion: History of bad drivers shows in boy’s death

It’s long been a joke that generally speaking Imperial County drivers seem to be some of the worst.

They speed up through yellow lights, run through reds and roll through stop signs. They cut you off, go fast in the slow lane and slow in the fast lane.

And they speed, speed, speed. Wherever and whenever. Down highways, down country roads, in parking lots and down business centers, and, unfortunately, down busy, active residential neighborhoods where kids play, ride bikes and skateboards and run free.

But it’s no laughing matter that Imperial Valley drivers’ seeming disregard for the rules of the road and any common sense and consideration behind the wheel has resulted in the taking of a young boy’s life as he peddled his bike in the supposed safety of a city neighborhood.

Eleven-year-old Christian Lopez was riding his bike on Countryside Drive, one of the main arteries leading into the Pulte Homes subdivision off Fourth Street in south El Centro, when he was struck down and dragged nearly 100 feet by a motorist police said they believe was going faster than the 25 mph speed limit.

While Christian’s untimely death was an isolated incident, the car that hit him had been complained about to the police before for speeding down that very street.

It’s true, Christian was not wearing a helmet and shouldn’t have been in the middle of the street when he was hit. Parents in every neighborhood anywhere often don’t teach their children the importance of bicycle safety or about not using neighborhood streets as a personal playground.

That said, it does nothing to lessen the impact of what happened to Christian, as the burden of responsibility always has to be on the driver of a motor vehicle in operating within the confines of the law.

Reckless driving in the Imperial Valley is out of control. This is your proof. What more does one need? Readers, citizens, anybody with an opinion can argue the point that one person’s carelessness should not paint broad brush strokes over an entire community, but people around these parts don’t use their heads when they’re behind the wheel.

We’re not certain if speed bumps on busy residential streets are the answer. They could work if residents in the area — any residential area — find their children’s safety tantamount to their driving comfort. What we do know is something needs to be done about speeders in this Valley, because personal responsibility isn’t cutting it.

Rest easy, Belen <3

I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn and we are led to those who help us most to grow - if we let them...and we help them in return. Well, I don't know if I believe that's true, but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you.
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun. Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But, because I knew you...I have been changed for good.
It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime, so let me say before we part so much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me, like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories end, you know you have rewritten mine by being my friend.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better? I do believe I have been changed for the better..and, because I knew you...
I have been changed for good.
Today my friend died.

I'll remember how we'd always unintentionally park right next to eachother in the parking lot, and share passion for 7 jeans & journalism, calling eachother names on stage during HSM, fighting over Arlyn's affection in fashion valley and SAVAPA in general. Now I'll never forget that phone call.
It was just last week when she was joking and laughing in the dressing room during High School Musical about how much she hated Econ and she couldn't wait to move to the east coast to write.
I'll really miss her...

9 lives,

Sep. 19th, 2006

pepperdine. uci? sdsu? csuf? sfs? ughh
2 years.
journalism.
beach.