Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Say Something

What brought you to my neglected blog? I would love to know. If you have anything to say, go ahead and say it. Maybe you have a topic or an idea that you want me to write about. Leave a comment! I haven't written here for a long time. It might be a good thing since my best inspiration comes when I'm depressed. There are good things to write about though. I just need to find my mojo. If you've seen it somewhere let me know.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014


Blue days
Please stay away
I feel like an unfilled cup
Some days I want to cry or give up
Alone in this world we sleep
Alone in our minds we weep
As much as we try 
We just shrivel and die
Can’t we look above?
Dream of love?
No, years of breaking we’re done
Why pretend we’ve been having fun?
We can’t change our lives
If we want to dive
Into the dark abyss
We cannot miss
But stopped we are each time
As if it’s a crime
We lay in that hospital bed
Wishing we were dead
Then you came 
Beautiful and alive you aim
Into our hearts
Only to rip it apart
It always ends like this
And I’m falling deeper into this abyss
I try to climb out
But I can’t even shout
We can’t be happy at all
Like a deflated ball
We feel so alone 
Just toss a dog a bone

Written by Isabel Suarez

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Dr Maya Angelou, a Phenomenal Woman who Will be Missed.

Still I Rise

Maya Angelou, 1928 - 2014

You may write me down in history
With you bitter, twisted lies, 
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high, 
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your works, 
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
 I rise.

From Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou. For online information about other Random House, Inc. books and authors, visit the website at www.randomhouse.com.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Stop Taking up Space in the Gym!

  It annoys me when people are standing around talking more than working out in the gym. Don't you know people want to use the equipment? You're in the way! So many people go to the gym and waste time. They take entirely too long breaks or just do the minimum. Why are you even in the gym? If you don't want to be there, then leave. You know who I'm talking about. Hey, if you need a break, by all means, do what you gotta do. Everyone has off days. I'm talking about the ones who just want to say they've been to the gym so they can look like a tough guy on facebook. Please.. Get out of the mirror, move aside, and let me get my reps in. Hit it hard or hit the road!

  ...and that's my fitness tip of the day!

Thursday, May 10, 2012

money talks

i can't say what i really want to say
because i don't want people to hate me
i don't really care, that's just the way
the government and society made me
if you have enough money you can say what you want
but don't think i have to follow your thoughts
you can flash your swag, twist words and flaunt
but if i don't agree it's all in vain to your cause


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A Poem by Emily Dickinson

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Music Essay

  Here is an essay I wrote about music. I hope it's not too corny. Haha!

  Music is very inspirational. I enjoy singing, dancing and listening to music. It has been said that different music can enhance your mood. It can bring joy and comfort. It can also make you angry or rowdy. It can get you moving and bring back memories. I like to imagine different images as I close my eyes and listen to classical or instrumental music.

  I don't know if I can pick one type of music as my favorite. I am very eclectic and love a variety. On the top of my list would be Reggae and other Caribbean music like Soca, Merengue, Salsa, Bachata, and Reggaeton. I love the way that it moves me to dance and shake my hips. Soulful R&B is another sweet spot for me. I love to sing along to great hits. I am no stranger to karaoke, and not too bad if I must say so myself.

  I have lots of respect for people who put their life into bringing music to the rest of us. Most people don't think about all the work that it takes to produce music, but we reap the benefits. I am not a professional singer, but I have spent some time in the studio. You do things over and over until it's exactly how you want it. Then you listen to it a week later and wish you had done something different. That's only one part of the process (the fun part if you ask me). There is also editing and other stuff that I don't know about.  Thanks to music and the artists who make it, the world is a much better, lively and more colorul place to live.

Friday, January 27, 2012

For Our Soldiers


  I work in a place where I see soldiers everyday. A lot of people can't say that, but to me, it's really no big deal because I was a soldier myself for 8 years. I lived with them, ate with them, worked with them, and partied with them. When you sign up for the military you don't really think about being deployed or losing limbs. Well, I should say when everything is peaceful you don't think about those things. Young soldiers today might have actually thought about the risks and maybe have even seen evidence of deployment.

  This morning when I walked in, I passed a soldier with a serious limp and a metal hand. "Scarred for life" is an understatement for him and his family. He probably didn't have any idea that would happen to him when he signed up. Soldiers like that are either proud of their injuries, resentful or depressed.

  I just want to say thank you to our soldiers. Thank you for choosing this career. Thank you for serving our country. Thank you for doing what needs to be done especially when you don't want to do it. Thank you for dealing with the harsh living conditions at times. Thanks for your hard work and training. Thanks for keeping yourself "fit to fight." Thank you for not quitting when you feel like you just can't take it anymore. Always know that you are not alone. Thank you.


Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Art of Marriage

"The Art of Marriage"

A good marriage must be created.
In the marriage the little things are the big things.
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say 'I love you' at least once a day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is having a common sense of values and objectives.
It is standing together and facing the world.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which both can grow.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is not only marrying the right person.
It is being the right partner.

(Author unknown)

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Pilgrim or Indian?

They say the first Thanksgiving took place around 1621, where the Native Americans and the English settlers had one big happy feast for three days. Native Americans were most likely giving thanks more often than once a year, way before someone wrote it down. Only the people who were there knew what really went down. 

I am thankful that I am celebrating Thanksgiving in this time period and not that one. I probably would not have been a happy Native American or a Pilgrim. I don't even know which one I would have been. My heritage is so mixed up. I am everything (generally speaking). Black, White, Native American, Asian, Spanish. All I can say is that I am a product of history, but I have nothing to do with what was done. My people were enslaved, tortured, raped, and also did those horrible things to others. This is America. We've come a long way to get where we are today. I'm not trying to justify anything or say that history doesn't matter. I'm just saying that I'm thankful for being in this time and age and I don't have to deal with what they dealt with back in the day. Yes we have our own issues, but I give thanks for this melting pot we live in and my friends, family, and neighbors who can share their culture with me without feeling any type of way. I love learning about other cultures and it makes me happy that we are free to celebrate in our own ways.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Image from art.com


Wednesday, October 19, 2011


 People...  Stop teaching your kids to hate! Children are like sponges, absorbing everything. When you act a certain way or say things, they take it all in. Of course no one is perfect (not even me), but just be more aware, especially when you are around children. The hate cycle will never end as long as we keep instilling it into our kids heads. That joke you said about a certain race or culture, was probably hurtful to someone somewhere. So when your kid gets in trouble at school for repeating it, guess who's fault it was. Cultural differences should be embraced not mocked. Stop passing down your stereotypes and bad information.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Deep Sorrow

wallowing in deep sorrow
like laying in a pile of shit
makes it difficult to function
even hard to swallow spit
sick to my stomach
just makes the pile bigger
keeping to myself
never knowing what will trigger
the stench just grows around me
i reek of bile and waste
i lay in agonizing grief
a repulsive, nauseating taste
tears won't wash away
no matter how many are shed
can't undo what's been done
can't unsay what's been said
waiting for time to pass
and melt this shit away
my efforts, unproductive 
my shovelling is in vain
i'll stay here for a while
in this unhealthy place
trying to fake the funk
with a fake smile upon my face

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


I'm missing you
though you're right there
I miss your touch
and loving stare
hugs and kisses
empty and rare
my love tree
is growing bare
I miss your love
we can repair
I hope God will
answer my prayer


Monday, August 22, 2011

How are You?

  Why do people ask how you are when they don't really care for the answer? How did a question become a greeting and are we supposed to answer? Why is the answer usually positive even when we feel like crap? Is that just polite? I don't get it. If you don't care, don't ask.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Ode to a Lost Hash Brown

   Don't you hate when you have a craving, and when you go to satisfy your inner monster, you can't get what you want? This happened to my friend this morning and she wrote a poem about it. Like to hear it? Here it goes...

Oh, Dunkin Donuts
You let me down
Because you didn’t have
My hash brown.
There’s something about
That shape—so round;
And the smooth taste
When it goes down.
I pray this smile
Won’t turn into a frown
All because I didn’t get
My hash brown.

~Tanique Rush

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Summer's End

the summer is coming to an end
the wind is blowing, trees will bend
the changing colors for new trends
the frost will come, squirrels will fend.


Friday, August 12, 2011

Scary Questions

 You know what's great about the internet? You can find the topics that normal people don't talk about and questions that people are scared to ask their friends or family. You know, the personal ones where you get that "you're weird" look. Or even better the "I can't believe you asked that" look. I guess back in the day those questions went unanswered. Unless you're the bold type, and probably depending on the question, you saved them for your doctor or some other person. Someone who you don't really care if they think you're nuts. Well now we can turn to the world wide web. When you finally do the search, you find that there are others with the same question or same problem as you. So... you're not so weird after all. Or are you?

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Better Days

Hey lil' mama why you look like that?
don't let these problems get you down
you've got to hold your head up
and wipe away that frown
'cuz i know that you know that
better days come around

it seems hard at times
you've got so much on your mind
some days you just wanna curl up and sleep
but you've got mouths to feed
everyone talkin at you is just noise
sister girl, you're strong, keep your poise
you try so hard to make everyone proud
while feeling sad and lonely in a crowd
you try to pull yourself together while being pulled in different ways
baby girl don't forget that there's always better days

i know sometimes you'd rather throw in the towel
God don't put anything in front of you that you can't do
and i know you, you always come through
so hold your head up
and wipe away that frown
'cuz you should always remember
better days come around

yes, it's always easier said than done
people looking in never knowing where you're from
why you feel the way you feel
sometimes you don't even know the deal
tears fall and you don't know why
sometimes it feels better just to cry
it's so hard and it's so real
but trust that change comes always
it's just as sure as time
and for you, in that time there will be better days

so hold your head up
put on your shiny crown
and never ever forget
the better days that come around


Thursday, July 7, 2011

Quote of the Day

"Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live"  ...Bob Marley

  This quote is from the song Wake Up and Live. The words are so true and can be applied to anything you're dealing with in your life. Don't ignore the signs or you will end up lost. Don't be scared to ask for help either. Everyone can use some help sometime.


Monday, May 23, 2011

Save Me

if i were to fall
off of a cliff
would you warn me
or just stand there stiff?
if i were drowning
in high tide
would you reach out from the boat 
or continue to ride?
if i had a drink 
in which you saw poison was slipped
would you take it away
or watch me sip?
if i were lost in the dark
and had no sight
would you leave me to stumble
or shine your light?
if i were choosing wrong
about to backspin
would you talk sense into me
or allow me to sin?