<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398</id><updated>2011-08-18T10:58:33.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-2367208820907214064</id><published>2010-11-19T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:00:06.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Colored Girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*blows dust off blog* Damn...I havent used this in a MINUTE! Tumblr has definitely stolen me away from my "serious" blog. But then again I havent blogged about anything because mostly no one REALLY reads it or gives a fuck so I figured what was the point. BUT I need to get this off my chest before it festers and burrows a hole into my brain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I just finished watching For Colored Girls, and I must say that I did not share the same emotions and thoughts that my "sisters" felt after watching this movie. I have seen tweets, statuses overheard convos praising the movie and how it touched their heart as well as changed their lives. I have also heard the hatred towards men that has been expressed after seeing this movie. But then again arent women always bitching about the no good creatures we call men? Ever since I was little, I was I guess you can say "pro-men". During any conversation where the topic fell under the sub category of "Battle of the Sexes" I usually found myself on the side of the men and this is no different. I mean, I can see why women bitch and moan about men and say they arent shit but my problem is, why cant you see what role YOU play in all of this? Why are the fingers always pointed at the men? Why are they painted the villain and you the victim? Yes, there are some situations where they are the&amp;nbsp;villain. They are the reason they fucked up, but some situations are quite avoidable. Some of you women are enablers. Have you thought that maybe if you stopped accepting their bullshit they will finally get the picture and change their ways? Stop ignoring the signs that indicate that he isnt shit, stop ignoring the signs that shout yes, if he gets mad enough he will beat the shit out of you. He has lied, cheated, hit you and disrespected you but you stay. Allowing him to walk all over you until one day HE leaves because he found a girl that either has a fatter ass or doesnt take his bullshit and he likes it (sounds stupid right? but it happens). Then of course you become bitter and want to swear up and down that youre better off single, married to yourself and dont need no damn man. Well sister I regret to inform you that you are one dumb bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, you men arent any better than the women. You want to blame the women for the reason why youre a player, why you dont trust them hoes and love is for suckers. But again, have you thought to look in the mirror and see that the problem is within YOU as well as within HER? Meet a shorty with that fat ass, weave hanging down her back, make up looking fresh...yet shes dumb, cant cook and has no ambition. Yet because of that fat ass and because she has that snap back you stay with her. She's spending money she doesnt have (mainly YOURS because she says Daddy in that tone of voice that makes ya dick spring to attention and dont forget that trick she does with her tongue), she parties every weekend with her girls, has niggas on the side (a few of them YOUR boys...probably the ones telling you that she aint shit) and oh HELL NO she done got pregnant and its YOURS (or so she claims). You slap the title of wifey on that fat booty and a smile, 9 months later the baby comes out chinese and its really Chun Lee the chinese delivery man's baby. Now its FUCK bitches get money. I dont need them hos yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm sick of everyone's bullshit. You women looking for that sexy tall, dark handsome man with the mandingo dick. He puts it on you, blowing out ya BACK, got you callin ya girls talking about "Oh girl I'm in looooove" 1 week and then next week after you find that dirty thong in his pocket size 12 talking about "Oh girl, I hate that dirty dick nigga!" And you men wanting that thick redbone with the skinny waist, fat ass, pretty in the face shorty that can suck ya dick throw a key hole and can pop that pussy all night long. Brag to ya boys that shorty is BAD never realizing that shes the neighborhood ho doing online porno shows and shit. You people need to stop getting with people solely on the fact that they LOOK good and the SEX is good. Stop blaming everyone ELSE for YOUR mistakes. Look within YOU and see why the shit failed. Remember, if every relationship ends because the other person wasnt shit, its really because YOU arent shit and YOU like aint shit people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-2367208820907214064?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2367208820907214064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-colored-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/2367208820907214064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/2367208820907214064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-colored-girls.html' title='For Colored Girls...'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-7028215341318765042</id><published>2010-07-15T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:38:42.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice What You Preach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Twitter sure as hell has a lot of trending topics that deals with relationships, what constitutes as a good man/woman, what people will or will not put up with etc. From reading the tweets that these people type for these trending topics as well as the tweets that these same people type on a daily basis, I have come to the conclusion that the people who go in on these trending topics are usually the ones that are &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;bitter&lt;/b&gt;, and are the first ones to give advice to those who are in relationships and happy. My question is, why is that? &amp;nbsp;I mean, I've been known to give some sound advice (though I'm single) but the advice I give is the way I'd react to a situation. These people from what I see don't follow their own advice and then wonder why they are single. The women bitch and moan about how there aren't any good men and how they are all dogs who cheat, but when the trending topic is #awifedoes they talk of how a real woman who is in a relationship bends over backwards to take care of her man, cooks, cleans, sexes him every night. YET they did none of this shit when they were in a relationship. The men boast of how #allamanneeds is a home cooked meal, pussy and space then he wont cheat. YET they find a woman that cooks, cleans, sexes him like a porn star and lets him hang with the fellas with no objection and what does he do? Cheat with the big booty skrippah at the titty bar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I'm saying is do as you say and advise to others. If you are not following your own advice why should &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;? If your life is in shambles because you don't know what the fuck YOU'RE doing why am I even talking to you? (Please note that this is a general "you" not to anyone specific for all you #subtweet motherfuckers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-7028215341318765042?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7028215341318765042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/07/practice-what-you-preach.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/7028215341318765042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/7028215341318765042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/07/practice-what-you-preach.html' title='Practice What You Preach...'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-351004631926472294</id><published>2010-06-24T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:58:12.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have an old soul. Or at least that's what I'm told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe its because I have a more mature view of things than other people my age or because I can be very old fashioned. I dont know, but either way, whatever the reason I do not have the mentality of the people of my generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;..&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I tell you this so you can understand why I think the way I think, especially when it comes to relationships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In the last 2 days I have had 2 separate conversations with 2 of my closest friends about 2 different things but both lead to my point. My 1st friend told me a story of how a man was dating a woman for 3 years and it turned out that she used to be a he. Now you might be thinking, Danielle what the hell does that have to do with anything? Where is this heading? Well, 1st let's establish my point. People are jumping into relationships with people they know nothing about and do not attempt to learn anything about them. They do this blind man's dive into the pool of "love" (which 9 times out of 10 is really LUST) only to surface in the water to find a stranger looking at them. How is it possible that this man was with this "woman" for 3 years and didnt know that she used to be a he? He was FUCKING and basically LIVING with this "woman" for THREE years and he didnt know? Where was the research into "her" life? Did he not meet "her" family? "Her" friends? Ask about "her" childhood? I find it very hard to believe that you can be with someone for THREE YEARS and not learn about their life, their past...hell did he not realize that "SHE" NEVER HAD "HER" PERIOD? In the end it all chalks up to stupidity, not caring about anything but the sex and not doing your RESEARCH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, the 2nd conversation I had was with a friend of mines who is dating a young lady he met online. He has yet to meet her in person, but they are a couple [insert fail pic here]. Currently they are having issues. Gee...ya THINK? I have no objections to people meeting online and ultimately becoming a couple. There is absolutely no problem with this. As long as you are smart and realize that the person that is presented online and in those late night cake sessions on the phone may not be what you get when you take the font, computer screen and phone away from the equation and add flesh &amp;amp; bone. You know, meeting face to face? Actually going out on dates? Physically interacting with this person...shit like that. I will not deny that I have in the past (and currently) began to like someone that I correspond with online. But it has never graduated to a full blown relationship. Why? Because it is realized that yes, I like ya font, I like who you &lt;i&gt;present&lt;/i&gt; to me but I ultimately do not know you. I dont know if the great "chemistry" we have in our textual convos will translate to great physical chemistry in the real world (and I dont mean sexually either).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My 2nd point of this posting about relationships is what happened to the DATING process? What happened to getting to know a person, enjoying their company and allowing a relationship to GROW? What happened to being friends first and building up to a commitment? I dont understand why this process has died. I rather ENJOY that process of learning new things about this person for whom I like, doing things with them and making them my best friend, lover and other half. It is my belief that a relationship is like a house...in order for a relationship to last there must 1st be a strong foundation which is built during the dating process. After this foundation comes the walls which is built through the communication of the 2 parties and keeps out outside parties who wish to break down this foundation. Next are the floors which represents the growth that all relationships must and will always go through. No relationship will remain on the ground floor. It will evolve, grow and get on different levels as it matures. I honestly feel that people need to get back to this way of thinking and stop rushing into things, having babies and broken homes...I doubt it will happen but an old soul can dream cant it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-351004631926472294?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/351004631926472294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/06/relationships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/351004631926472294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/351004631926472294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/06/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-740339975774654253</id><published>2010-06-03T15:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:04:39.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The College Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Idk about anybody else but I grew up thinking that college was going to be some fantastic life changing experience that I must do in order to succeed in life. Boy was my black ass WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since I graduated from high school, college has been nothing but stressful, and expensive. I'm up to my knees in debt because of student loans and now pay out of pocket for my tuition and books. Its funny that no one told me that I'd have to deal with this kind of shit when I got to college. They just insisted that I go and further my education so that I may get some fantastic, high earning job that I can only get with the golden ticket aka a college degree. Which, it turns out is a bunch of bologna. I know plenty of college graduates that cant find a job that doesn't involve them saying "Hi welcome to [insert fast food joint here]. Can I take your order?" or asking some fat chick if she's sure she can fit in a size 2. And I also know of plenty of non college graduates (like BILL GATES) who have very good jobs with very good pay. Honestly its not like going to college means you're smart. Hell, Ive learned that going to law school, medical school and grad school doesn't necessarily mean you're smart either. Just means you were able to regurgitate what was said to you and sat in class for a few years... So what the fuck? Why was I lied to and told that I wont get anywhere in life without a college degree? Cause I mean, if I had known the truth I could have saved myself a lot of money, a lot of wasted time and stress filled nights, worried that I wont pass my fucking classes! And that's another thing, why are we forced to take classes that have nothing to do with our major? I'm trying to be an attorney, why do I have to dissect a fetal pig in Biology? Shouldn't I be starting school working on my major right off the bat? Not wasting 4 fucking years of my life relearning shit I should have been taught in high school and THEN going off to law school to learn things that are fundamental to my career. But they say you have to take these courses because college is supposed to help you be a successful, well rounded citizen. I say FUCK THAT SHIT. I make myself a successful well rounded person and college just makes me broke, frustrated and FAT from having to eat meals at odd hours of the day and not having time to EXERCISE. If college is so fundamental to a person's life why is it so god damn expensive? Why am I paying an arm and a leg, looking for scholarships/grants, signing my life away to Sallie Mae and working full time just so I can get my degree?&amp;nbsp; PLUS paying for textbooks that I wont ever use again that cost an arm and a leg as well. I swear college is just another scam trying to get money out of unsuspecting people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BAH! I'm done with my lil rant...for now -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-740339975774654253?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/740339975774654253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/06/college-blues.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/740339975774654253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/740339975774654253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/06/college-blues.html' title='The College Blues'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-8206889925196171984</id><published>2010-05-27T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:06:41.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabotage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Now Playing - Backstabbers by the O'Jays~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;SABOTAGE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~cue villainous music~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, it has come to my attention that motherfuckers are starting to try and sabotage people's relationships. Actually no, this has not just been brought to my attention. I've witnessed this many times before but I held my tongue because it was funny to me. But the more I hear about it the more I'm just like, WHY? Why as an adult are you gossiping about who is dating who? Why are you investigating people and snitching on people? Are you that miserable and that LAME that you have to bring others down and make them miserable like you? Relationships that are public online or start online are the types of relationships that I see this happen with most often. My best friend has told me several times that he has had the female that he likes tell him about other MEN telling her about all of his business and asking her questions about my best friend. Really though? I hate saying this but that's just GAY. Why are you concerned with what the next man is doing? Is that the only way you can get a girl? By throwing salt onto the next man's game? Maybe you step YOUR game up and become a better man and stop worrying whats going on in another man's world. Ive also seen females get into their feelings about a guy they like talking to someone else. Just because you like this guy does not mean they are yours. If there is no commitment, he has every right to talk to whomever the fuck he wants to talk to. People really need to just mind their business and let others live their lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-8206889925196171984?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8206889925196171984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabotage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/8206889925196171984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/8206889925196171984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/sabotage.html' title='Sabotage!'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-8898626100455062615</id><published>2010-05-26T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:08:09.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~Now Playing Teach Me- Musiq Soulchild~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I just finished reading my dude &lt;a href="http://ameriqanwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;eriQ's&lt;/a&gt; blogs about appreciation; &lt;a href="http://ameriqanwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/appreciation-day.html"&gt;women deserving and receiving it&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ameriqanwords.blogspot.com/2010/05/show-appreciation.html"&gt;men needing to learn how to give it&lt;/a&gt;. And I must say that they got me thinking. First of all, I absolutely agree with eriQ with regards to women not automatically deserving appreciation. Just because you are a female does not mean you deserve or will get appreciation from your significant other. Its about what you do to be appreciated. If you do nothing you get absolutely NOTHING. Just putting up with his bullshit and opening your legs does not mean you deserve his admiration, love, respect or appreciation. Do you uplift ya man mentally, emotionally and spiritually? Are you available to him when he needs a listening ear, a pair of arms to wrap around him when he's feeling down and lonely. Are you the Bonnie to his Clyde? That ride or die chick that's there by his side when the times are good and when the times are bad...the woman who not only follows his master plans but adds to them and makes them better. Are you open to receive ya man's love? If you aren't doing all of this and so much more you do not deserve anything from your man. Relationships are about give and take, effort must be done by both parties in order to make it succeed. Now, on to men learning how to appreciate their woman. eriQ spoke on what men need to do in order to show their appreciation for their woman: "The BEST way to show appreciation to your WOMAN is, well...JUST BE THERE! Where? THERE! Whenever she's sad/mad/lonely/etc" can you say...Truth.com? YES! The best way to show that you care and that you appreciate what your woman does is to BE THERE for that woman! (Notice I said that &lt;b&gt;WOMAN&lt;/b&gt;, not female, chick, bitch, jumpoff, wifey, none of that shit...&lt;b&gt;WOMAN&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!There is a HUGE difference and I may explain it in another blog) A woman may claim she needs the world plus a few of the other planets in order to be happy but in reality all she needs is &lt;b&gt;YOU. YOU ARE HER WORLD. &lt;/b&gt;She needs you to rub her back, listen to her and actually HEAR what she's saying, converse with her even if its about the silliest, most mundane (to you) thing. She needs effort from you, even if its the smallest thing like&amp;nbsp; doing the dishes after she cooked for you, buying her a rose randomly...be romantic! Its not that hard really, you just have to pay attention and try. Stop worrying about being seen as soft or gay to other people, especially ya boys. I mean really why do you care what &lt;i&gt;THEY&lt;/i&gt; think? They aren't the ones who will be sucking ya dick and fucking you to thank you for your efforts. So tell em to fuck off and pamper ya woman...look her in the eye and tell her you care, compliment her every once in a while, be spontaneous and take her out. DO SOMETHING! That is all ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-8898626100455062615?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8898626100455062615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/appreciation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/8898626100455062615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/8898626100455062615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-1502064959493603157</id><published>2010-05-21T10:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:15:18.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Demented Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please be advised that many of my poems were written when I was going through a very dark time in my life...they express the pain, despair and uncertainty I felt and sometimes continue to feel...and some of them are just poems that my crazy mind thought of lol so dont take all of em literal. K? Thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have a confession/My bestfriend is DEPRESSION/But why try to explain?/Yall dont see that I'm INSANE/Claiming that you understand/Everything will be fine/But these pains are all MINE/You cant hold my hand/And make everything all right/I'm a tortured soul/that dies every night/My heart so COLD/Broken by so many before/It's hard to ignore/the pain I hide in my eyes/My laughter solidies my lies/When I say yeah I'm OKAY/Shit what am I supposed to say?/I feel like SHIT/Is this really it?/ Or is there more to come?/ What the FUCK happened to life being FUN?/ PAIN and DESPAIR.../you act like you truly CARE/ that I'm DEAD inside/ that i really just wanna HIDE/TRAPPED in a dark place/Lord dont let them see my face/my ANGUISH and tears/Please hide these damn FEARS/Take me away/before I do it on my OWN/I am all ALONE/ yet surrounded by so many who CLAIM to care/But I cant feel it/ Dont see it/ DROWNING in my sorrow/ I dont pray for tomorrow/True my pain cant compare/To those hurting more/ But this comes from the CORE/It's ROTTEN and DEAD/But yall dont hear what I said,/my words LOST in meaning/by the niggas who are feening/the bitches who are HATING/no, yall dont see me fading/away into NOTHING but dust/YES I AM NUTS/but you cant see it can you?/dont understand what I do/saying DANIELLE is okay/dont LISTEN to the FUNNY things she say/but i have a CONFESSION/my best friend is DEPRESSION/I LAUGH at you TRYING to understand/LET GO OF MY FUCKING HAND/and allow me to fall/ DEEP into my ABYSS/In this picture there's something WRONG/ it was there all along/ something you MISSED/please OPEN YOUR EYES/and REALIZE I'm not really there/PLEASE DONT ACT like you care/I was NEVER really here/ABANDONED and pushed to the edge/I'm FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD/and I wish I was DEAD...TO BE CONTINUED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-1502064959493603157?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/1502064959493603157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions-of-demented-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/1502064959493603157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/1502064959493603157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/confessions-of-demented-soul.html' title='Confessions of a Demented Soul'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-8732691945541074149</id><published>2010-05-20T23:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:30:41.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgive me for I have sinned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The lies that were told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And deception that was shown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Broke the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of the one I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgive me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For I have sinned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t even know where to begin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I say sorry to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since you deserved better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I destroyed your dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I wasn’t what I seemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I apologize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For not wanting to realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pain I put you through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now it’s too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A bullet was my fate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walk through heaven’s gate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having to say goodbye to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The only true love I ever knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forgive me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For I have sinned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;By not listening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To all you told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For being so bold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It hurts my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause I know what I’m missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never to be with you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is the true sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-8732691945541074149?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/8732691945541074149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/sin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/8732691945541074149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/8732691945541074149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/sin.html' title='Sin'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-5356171235325440537</id><published>2010-05-20T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:35:30.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Liez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poetry in Motion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;His sexy lips spoke words of devotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But his chocolate brown eyes told the deception of his soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hands that provide a caressing touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Body vibrating with great lust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In his mind replays our last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smirking at the memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I groaned "Yeah papi hit it right" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Folding my body with perfect symmetry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Positions continuously changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On top and below, pick up my leg, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Body shakin as if I'm insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ignoring me as I continuously beg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Papi, no I cant take no more." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flip me over and hold me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I know whats in store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As ya gyrations go round and round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hips dipping low and deep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that sensational tingling begins at the toes and starts to creep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sí amo como siente...i love how it feels" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grabbing my hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pushing till you touch that spot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;voice coming out in a hiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm almost there" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One soul sucking kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;one final thrust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;listen to me as I scream and cuss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tears roll down my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as desperate fingers grip the sheet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So good that I lie in place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So good that I almost forget that you cheat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Body movement is poetry in motion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lips release words of devotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eyes that reveal the sad truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that I never shoulda trusted you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blinded by the Big "O" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That I always received &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never saw that I was being deceived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poetic liez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are what brings tears to these eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poetic liez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are what makes me ask why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poetic liez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that keeps me on my back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and mind off track &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never being able to stay true to my goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poetic liez is what I actually yearn to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because they feed into my delusion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that we have a sacred union &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;untarnished by your adultery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, yes tell them to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me hear your poetic liez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ignore the tears that comes to my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whisper them into my ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though I know you are not what you appear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No, you have never been sincere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But you tell me what I want to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feed into my sad fairy tale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause I only want that happy ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forget the mixed messages that you seem to be sending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since we're both just pretending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No you are not my Knight in shining armor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a typical male &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A serpents charmer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make me forget your poetic liez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With each deep stroke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make me forget the pain that they evoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I claw at your back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They drift away with satisfied sighs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I forget the sincerity that you lack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The promises that were broken  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The false "I love you"'s spoken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All to keep me in your bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and fucks with my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But all is forgotten because of those liez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-5356171235325440537?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/5356171235325440537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetic-liez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/5356171235325440537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/5356171235325440537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetic-liez.html' title='Poetic Liez'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-4780861805287269449</id><published>2010-05-20T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:37:48.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I honestly think that my mother naming me Danielle Smith was the best decision she ever made for me. I personally feel that because she gave me this generic name I am the unique character that I am today. That among many other things. As a child I strived to appear "normal" and to fit in with the crowds that I was around and became quite good at assimilating and blending in with groups. I became a &lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;chameleo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;n&lt;/b&gt; of sorts. This act or show that I put on is what gave me the many layers to my personality that I have today. Because I tried to blend in and hung with different groups I opened myself to many different worlds and learned different things. But this also lead to me having an identity crisis. I didnt know who I was, I didnt know if what I liked was solely because I liked it and not because I was around other people who liked it. I had goals that were given to me, implanted into my head and was told that this is what I should do with my life. It took a huge, life shattering shake up for me to finally snap out of it and realize that I needed to change. I needed to wipe my slate clean and be the Danielle I want to be. And I must admit, finding myself is quite fun. I'm trying new things and I dont give a fuck who likes what I'm doing or why I'm doing it. I'm making Danielle happy FINALLY. My goals are set in my mind and I'm slowly but surely moving along on my newfound path, discovering new and thrilling things along the way. Like the Phoenix tattooed onto my back I'm rising from the ashes that were of my old self and rising new and stronger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.occultopedia.com/images_/topic/phoenix_dark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.occultopedia.com/images_/topic/phoenix_dark.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-4780861805287269449?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4780861805287269449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/4780861805287269449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/4780861805287269449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I...'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-2156401960251009439</id><published>2010-05-17T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:38:12.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plain Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A plain beauty/with dark &lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; eyes/when the light hits them just right/you can see the secret she holds inside/she can seduce you with her sincerity/her carefully spoken words give you clarity/the shoulder you rely on/unbeknowst to you its all a con/winning over your heart/she's deceving you from the start/a plain beauty...a simple cutie/is the one you should look out for/she'll touch you deep within your core/makin you want more/soon she's the one that you've come to adore/a devil with the best disguise/simplicity is boring in most eyes/but for her? it works just fine/watch your back/cause soon she'll attack/and your mind will be off track/she'll discard you like the mornings trash/her fascination'll never last/and you'll be left with a broken heart/feelin as though ya soul has been torn apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-2156401960251009439?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/2156401960251009439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/plain-beauty_4694.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/2156401960251009439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/2156401960251009439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/plain-beauty_4694.html' title='A Plain Beauty'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-6550799594819666249</id><published>2010-05-17T12:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:38:27.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poetic Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A poetic mind is one that is free/smile down upon me/as I go through  &lt;br /&gt;this journey/bless me with your rays of love surround me/with it send me  &lt;br /&gt;into bliss/with your honeysuckle kiss/bless me with the vision to see  &lt;br /&gt;from within/show me where to begin/help release me from every sin/make  &lt;br /&gt;me forget all the times when/I went against what I was told/forget that  &lt;br /&gt;my soul was sold/help me regain my life/take away the pain caused by  &lt;br /&gt;this knife/lunged in my heart dripping with the devil's serum/I admit I  &lt;br /&gt;once was a whore in his herum/but now I am free/a poetic mind is what I  &lt;br /&gt;yearn to be/my soul won back in a slavery auction/but I take it back  &lt;br /&gt;with much precaution/will it betray the owner that let it go?/will the  &lt;br /&gt;scars of my abandonment show?/or will it finally glow?/soar beyond the  &lt;br /&gt;heavens/appear to be benevolent/hold the knowledge I need/to finally be  &lt;br /&gt;all that I was destined to be/achieve what I always knew I could  &lt;br /&gt;achieve/live out that dream I once dreamnt/allow my life to be full of  &lt;br /&gt;content/and much happiness/I say yes/yes my soul shall be the key/the  &lt;br /&gt;key to have a poetic mind/a mind that is free/a mind that is blessed by  &lt;br /&gt;the divine/a mind that will allow me to shine/yes I know now that  &lt;br /&gt;everything will be fine/I now have a poetic mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-6550799594819666249?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/6550799594819666249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetic-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/6550799594819666249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/6550799594819666249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetic-mind.html' title='A Poetic Mind'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-4180273668185957881</id><published>2010-05-17T12:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:38:47.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drowning in my own damn sorrows/why does every poem seem like there is no tomorrow?/so tired of being used/so done wit being confused/emerging from the ashes of my fucked up existence/I keep goin at it wit a savage's persistence/yet my goal is not met/the struggle aint over yet/ &lt;br /&gt;Seemingly nobody gives a fuck what happens to the girl surrounded by those dark clouds/smile at her pretty face, ignore the frustrated sounds/that emit from her thick pink lips/her words coming out as sighs and a hiss/ &lt;br /&gt;I try and fight with a small tight fist/I refuse to let my life just be like this/depression as a best friend/praying for an end/used as a man's toy/every encounter with a so called man who is really a boy/false hopes leading to a torn soul/no I refuse to let my heart become ice cold/never thumping to a rhythmic beat/refuse to let one more tear slide down this chubby cheek/purging myself from all that brings me down/no longer will I be the fuckin clown/or shall I walk around with a frown/no my head shall be held high with a crown/of satisfaction...determination...success/and most importantly happiness/I cry out YES! YES!/as I make my journey to the heavens where I will shine like a diamond in the sky/the sorrow and pain no longer in my chocolate brown eyes/staring down at all those who doubted my ability/and those who hated on me/who tried to drag me down into the depths of hell/yessssss can you hear my yell?/my shouts shall make the earth quiver/my tears once flowed like a river/now tear ducts are dried up like a man in the Sahara desert/No, I will not be hurt/this will be the end/the end of all struggle and here I shall transcend/into a feeling of bliss/I can now look at you and say Fuck you...I don't need this/cause this is the end/so shit...let the happiness begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-4180273668185957881?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/4180273668185957881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/4180273668185957881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/4180273668185957881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-begin.html' title='Happiness Begin'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-7497605062927649394</id><published>2010-05-17T12:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:41:09.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Doe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Shit, we gotta stop" &lt;br /&gt;(But his body's so damn hot) &lt;br /&gt;"What if we get caught?" &lt;br /&gt;(Mmmm why are his lips so soft?) &lt;br /&gt;"Damn I gotta get outta here" &lt;br /&gt;(Yeah baby pull my hair...touch me right there) &lt;br /&gt;"No, what about my man?" &lt;br /&gt;(Shit, he can probably do it better than that nigga can) &lt;br /&gt;He looks me deep in my eyes &lt;br /&gt;"If you tell me to stop, I will" &lt;br /&gt;I reach down for more than just a feel &lt;br /&gt;A smirk comes across his strong chiseled face &lt;br /&gt;As he slides his key right into place &lt;br /&gt;Unlocking the passion I had lacked &lt;br /&gt;Moaning I arch my back &lt;br /&gt;All I can say is "Damn, damn, DAMN!" &lt;br /&gt;(what about my man?) &lt;br /&gt;"Yeah Daddy just like that" &lt;br /&gt;(He's always callin me fat) &lt;br /&gt;"MMMM shit hit it harder" &lt;br /&gt;(Tellin me I should be smarter) &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes! Thats it!" &lt;br /&gt;(That nigga never licked ma clit) &lt;br /&gt;"Yeah baby you hittin it just right" &lt;br /&gt;(He's always out fuckin different bitches every night...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Doe fucks me right &lt;br /&gt;John Doe makes me feel higher than a kite &lt;br /&gt;He does what the fuck my man wont do &lt;br /&gt;Hell John Doe might even be you &lt;br /&gt;My man's out every night creepin &lt;br /&gt;Comin in the house thinkin I'm sleepin &lt;br /&gt;Little does he know &lt;br /&gt;I was just fucked by John Doe &lt;br /&gt;Had me up in the shower &lt;br /&gt;Buried his nose in my flower &lt;br /&gt;Screams gettin louder and louder &lt;br /&gt;Yeah John Doe is the nigga that sneaks up on you &lt;br /&gt;Makin you notice the shit ya man dont do &lt;br /&gt;Slips you the mandingo dick &lt;br /&gt;and hell thats it! &lt;br /&gt;When ya man finally notice &lt;br /&gt;You tell him its too late to focus &lt;br /&gt;Yeah John Doe'll do what ya man wont do &lt;br /&gt;Shit is John Doe you? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2101401763768119398-7497605062927649394?l=darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/feeds/7497605062927649394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/john-doe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/7497605062927649394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2101401763768119398/posts/default/7497605062927649394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkwing-ducktales.blogspot.com/2010/05/john-doe.html' title='John Doe'/><author><name>Darkwing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07004665433277085040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OM9eWtfyjzU/S-y3ZkSOuKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4Lq5zcAdoRM/S220/l_03eea34051274ed0bfc993beed9c4d80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2101401763768119398.post-7143310441800861065</id><published>2010-05-17T10:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:53:55.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Now Playing "Love" Musiq Soulchild ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting, so allow me to introduce myself. My name is Broken Hearted. You would think that in almost 24 years that you and I would have crossed paths at least once, even if only for a minute but alas you continue to evade me and play cat and mouse games with my life. Every time you and I potentially have a date to meet you leave me empty, alone and hurting. Remember when we were supposed to meet when I was 19? You stood me up and left me out to dry, never being able to experience the great feeling that is you. Oh and then there was that time recently. You and I had a date with destiny but instead you sent your dark twin &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; and he filled me up to the brim with his being. He still swims in my soul on a daily basis. Swan diving in and out of my heart, dirtying it up and making it dark, unfeeling and cold. His poison invading my veins and turning me into one of his bitter, spiteful minions. But don't worry, I still have a small piece left that I am saving just for you. I'm just wondering as to when you will come and claim it. I would like to feel that warmth that is you, get to know you and bask in your glow. Judging from your resume throughout the years your power has caused wars, united people and created eternal soul linking connections. I  want to witness such greatness once in my life. Your references speak very highly of you, though they warn me of the pain that you may also bring into my life. But I know that it will be worth it in the end to experience that pure feeling called &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. To be &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; by another who is my family my friend my lover, and my other half. &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; unconditionally, because and despite of my faults. &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that  brings with it knowledge of worldly things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that will last in the universe even after our bodies are returned to the earth. &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that can only have been a gift from GOD and lift you to the heavens. &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that feels as if you are being kissed by the lord himself every time you look upon the face of your beloved. &lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that embraces me like a mother does her child and nourishes me while I flourish under its glow like a rose in the sun. Yes, I would like to experience this in my lifetime. I dont know if you are saving me for a special occasion but I will continue to wait patiently for our date. I will watch as time flies by and fight off your twin as much as possible for he is hungry for that last bit of heart that I have saved for you. But I dont know how long I can last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B. 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