My name is Janessa but I wish it was Jaynessa
September 7 1997. I be in high schoo now these days. I am a filipino and guamanian what more can i say. my parents be nosy as fuck. so i was on tumblr and my dad was like why does that person hate life and im like dad idk i didnt read why they hate life. i just had to tell you
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana
banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) potato-na-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana)
togari noh pocato-li kani malo mani kano chi ka-baba, ba-ba-nana
yoh plano boo la planonoh too ma bana-na la-ka moobi talamoo
ba-na-na ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana) POH-TAAA-TOH-OH-OH (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana)
togari noh pocato li kani malo mani kano chi ka-ba-ba, ba-ba-naNAAAHHHH!!!
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can’t stop looking at it, actually feels like i’m lying down facing the sky
omg this is amazing
wow, beautiful
There’s just something so peaceful about this
favorite picture
Same
zoned out looking at this………….
its always really quiet when it snows like this and i just like lost myself idk haha
meep I love when It snows like this it’s the perfect weathery’all so gay
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By: Janessa Obenchain
White Roses
White roses on the wall
Each representing people that fall
The roses colored by the blood
The 6 year old boy roaming the streets
Awaiting to meet
His father, so discreet
Trying to follow his father’s way
His mother working overtime
No one showing him the guide lines
Not enough time for her to rest
But she said “Son always be the best”
He’s now 12 years old roaming the streets
Holding in one hand the gun he keeps
He paints the roses red with blood
The blood of the people that once stood
He’s now 16 roaming the streets
Wearing his true blood colors he keeps
His baby 2 years old
Showing him the true blood ropes
Smoking his Ziploc baggy dope
But no, no just wait
He says he loves God
But in what way
He tries to bow down and pray
To go back and paint his white roses
The urban jungle he roams
Killing his life as he goes
Destroying his world
But he doesn’t even know
That the white roses he paints
Are the lives he has taken away
Poetry
It was the Wednesday, a day before break. I was freaking out on tuesday night because we had the poetry cafe the next day. I choked doing a William Worsworth poem and I knew i couldnt recite my own poem. Mrs Rodgers literally hates me. But she begged me to read my poem and said she ll give me extra credit for it. i almost cried reading it again so here it is i guess other people deserve to see it :/?
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