December 24, 2010
Status.
December 15, 2010
Thank You Now.
December 10, 2010
Firework.
I'm just your average girl, making your average everyday choices. To go to school or not go to school? Which jacket; which shoes? To date this boy or that one? Red pill, blue pill? I've made a choice to become more of a woman. I've made a choice to be my own light that fills up a room. But sometimes there comes a person who will swing by, take a liking to what they see, spark a firework inside of you in attempt to sweep me off my feet. More times than not it's a dud. They end up picking themselves up off the ground after getting bucked, dusting themselves off as they go because I'm looking for something that falls within certain margins they do not meet. This is my world. I want it the way I want it. It's my life so I can be picky and choosy over the hand that feeds me.
He came around while I had distracted myself elsewhere. He caught a glimpse of her, something ignited. He put his best foot forward & followed it. Despite everything, he dropped it on a whim. Matchbox in hand he showed me a side of man that I knew nothing about and lit the sparkler, filling everything up with light. I can't get a grip or find a handle on how to hold such a thing. If I try to put my fingers around it, I'll burn. When it started I was in limbo and I had to make a choice. It took some distance for me to realize that I had fallen without even knowing I had stepped off the ledge because I saw something glowing in the distance. Now he's got me speaking in tongues that I thought I cut out of my throat, forcing me to realize that this life is a gift. But he doesn't know what he's opening. He doesn't have a clue at how many people had to sit on top of this case to zip it shut and like a fire without oxygen, the flame was put out.
There were no tears, there was no remorse, and I realized there has been no regret. From it I was changed and I had nothing to lose from choosing the path I chose. I have nothing to lose in repeating it once again. But I don't want to fall into relationship repetition; fighting arguing sadness crying, etc.
Futuristically speaking, we may never work. No matter how bad I would want it to. Don't blow wishes on my lashes because they may never come true. It's going to take too much effort out of me to tell you otherwise. You're not wrecking any homes. You aren't causing me pain. We're setting ourselves up for disaster. I'm gonna try to save you. But it's hard when I can barely save myself from falling into your clutches because it's familiar, it's different, it's where I know I've always belonged. It's a burning. It's a desire. It's a flame.
Now it's like everything is on fire.
October 20, 2010
Super Senior.
October 13, 2010
Photograph
tucked into the corners of your wallet
I wish I was a photograph
you carried like a future in your back pocket
I wish I was that face you show to strangers
when they ask you where you come from
I wish I was that someone that you come from
every time you get there
and when you get there
I wish I was that someone who got phone calls
and postcards saying
wish you were here
I wish you were here
autumn is the hardest season
the leaves are all falling
and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring
but you can't tell trees those things
they're like me they just stand there
and don't listen
I wish you were here
I've been missing you like crazy
I've been hazy eyed
staring at the bottom of my glass again
thinking of that time when it was so full
it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
or sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss
the bullets from our guns
I never meant to fire you know
I know you never meant to fire lover
I know we never meant to hurt each other
now the sky clicks from black to blue
and dusk looks like a bruise
I've been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands
but none of them fit in the morning
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the scent of you
I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
all the wishes in the world would come true
do you remember
do you remember the night I told you
I've never seen anything more perfect than
than snow falling in the glow of a street light
electricity bowing to nature
mind bowing to heartbeat
this is gonna hurt bowing to I love you
I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around
like children love playgrounds
I still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy
I think of happy when I think of you
so wherever you are I hope you're happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing this life
I hope there's a kite in your hand
that's flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you're smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I'm still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat
and I wish you were here
I wish you'd never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best
October 4, 2010
It's October (Revival)
October 3, 2010
It's October
September 26, 2010
Choices & Choosing; Love Vs. Lust
Friday night the city put on it's best show in order to impress me and it was hottt shit; a whole 10 degrees warmer than down south. I spent the night "peruse-ing" the streets, meeting up with friends & enjoyed feeding off their energy 'til the wee hours of the morning when I, reluctantly, made way home, slept til 2 in the afternoon & did nothing but drive around in my car, pick up my closest compadres & EAT! The whole time I was with her it felt like any other day, "there's no place like home" but still I had a quesy feeling in my stomach & an unease over my heart & San Diego constantly on my mind. My soul will forever stay in San Francisco, my roots are everlasting; but it seems like she's got some competition that she's got to keep up with because the messages of "i miss you" come from both sides sending me mixed signals. I can't tell who to believe and which path I want to go down since I can tell there's gonna be a fork in the road up ahead.
It's a fork that will decide much more than this.
My life's entangled but I rather it be like this than in shambles. I have options, space to play in and things to choose from. And being as indecisive as I am; this is a challenge.
It's another game of love versus lust.
There's the one I love over the one I lust. Both sweet & sour; pure at heart, & intriguing. A something old, a something new. Yet, one, no doubt, has greater value to me than the other; no one beats the stature. But I can't let one go without feeling the regret of losing the other because selfishly I'd like to keep them both. There's two; the one who loves and the one who lusts and I'm torn because I also love and lust. And while I want both; I can't have my cakes and eat 'em too because I have sari's & blouses I need to fit in by the time navrati rolls around next month and can't afford the extra caloric intake. If I had a gun to my head, I'd know exactly which one I'd rather be stuck with & I'm sure he knows that too; they both do and sometimes that's shameful to admit to the loser but nothing's that serious so why do I choose to overthink it. It's always fun until someone gets hurt; so let's just play.
This isn't just a tale of two cities; it goes much deeper to describe everything my life has come to at this point. Choices & choosing. While I sit on the phone and weigh out the options with her; it's me who has to ultimately decide which path I want to cross & which bridge I prefer burning. As many outcomes as I can possibly give him as to what will most likely occur in a given situation; he can give me expert analysis from the feild but I'm going to be the one who will test out my hypotheses & will bear the consequences or reap the benefits of my life experiments.
It's another decision I think of while watching the season premier of Grey's Anatomy, which will slowly become the epitome of my Thursday Nights. I live to cut, for surgeries and stories of life threatening implications and microbugs galore. To watch them cut through the front of some teenager's face and show it! It could be all mine. I could be the one who waits for him to recover & explain to him how the tumor was removed successfully; I'd given him life. I can play God but it's a decision that's drastic. It's something that needs to be carefully thought out, planned for, and executed in top-class fashion. I can do it but its also sacrificial. Give up one for the other; choices & choosing. Go hard; or go home. To cut or be cut. Surgery vs Research. Which is love, which is lust? Another hardship because, although one day I might wrap my fingers daintly around that scapel, the weight of having that person's life on my table in my hands will bear down on my shoulders to such an extent that will make me readjust my posture & choose the alternate course; the less prestigious; disease research. It's safe, it's predictable. It's a job where I only endanger myself yet lose the respect of others.
It's all intertwined if you look at it closely. Is all the lust worth all that love has to offer? Which has the better outcome?
Love is undefinable. Lust is a thirst; only love can quench if it's strong enough. Love is pure while Lust is a deadly sin. I guess I've got to look hard enough to harness it's powers, make it my own, and unleash it only in dire situations or just let love put the fire out for good. I can't let it have control or power. I'm not it's object, and I refuse to let you believe me to be one.
September 13, 2010
99 Problems.
What if what I think is great but isn’t as great as something greater?
Because I found what I thought was great. He sits there and does the things that makes me mad, says things that make me smile, and wipes up all the mess my mind spills out like carnage when I’m in the worst of phases because he's a good friend. He tells me not to fall but I trip anyway knowing full and well the consequence that I may just land face first on the asphalt. He appears out of thin air and it’s as if all the pieces fall into place; but always, always just for the moment because we have our own things to do. Because when something else comes along He disappears just as quickly. I threw him into the closet along with all the clothes that just came freshly laundered to make space for us on the bed and pretended like I never even knew his name because for now what's great is what's laying next to me in the early hours of the morning keeping me warm. I could play this role well. I could execute it perfectly for quite a while. Because I dig my nails into your back like hooks and feed off you like the vampire I swear I am until you run dry. Because I can. Because this is college and I’m young. There are no strings attached. Fairytales don’t exist. And chivalry only reminds me of how he opens and closes my doors; just like you did last night and I gave you a sour face you couldn’t decipher after.
Today something inside me stirred rather uncomfortably. As much as I want to make this out to be greater than great it’s not. It’s plausible. Business-wise it’s probably a smarter choice. It’s got more footing, better standing, sits within the boundaries that I’m sure everyone would be happy with. It’s safe. Yet it drives a furiously loud car that makes me bite my lips when we ride. I can hear it coming from down the midway but it’s not what I’m used to. But it tastes different and leaves a stinging sensation on my tongue. Leaves me with a bittersweet goodbye that occurs with no promise of what’s going to happen to the pieces of the puzzle that I plan to leave unsolved. Because this is everything I never wanted.
As much as it makes this whole game difficult. As much as I hate the fact that I compare apples to apples and find out that their all just oranges. As much as I hate keeping these standards that high up where virtually no one has ever been able to cross... I guess above it all it is a great thing that's saving me. Above it all there's a friendship that can't be broken, there's love that I'll refuse to be ruined, there's someone whose not gonna let me forget why I'm here, doing what I'm doing.
So I'll just let 'em all go.
September 4, 2010
Adrenaline
if I die all of my money, which is not a whole hell of a lot should go into cancer research... Specifically not for anyone whose ever been a smoker. I'm sorry [maybe when Dad has it I'll change my mind]. It should go to help children who have no control. My organs should be first donated away to help whoever can take whatever they need. Apart from my liver and brain which are probably still soaked in alcohol. Everything else in my body should go to science.
to those I love, I love you. And th...[at is all.]
If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late, could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past, Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day... -Nickleback
August 28, 2010
The Competition.
I usually do all the talking. I could go on for hours if he let me but he won't and maybe that's a good thing despite the fact that I hate being cut short. Everyone I meet I allow myself to learn from, whether for better or worse, so he teaches me to stick to what's most important & worth hearing; cut the unnecessary crap because time is a terrible thing to waste. And time is something he never has enough of.
There are times where we sit and talk for hours about everything. And it's times like these I think I love the most between us because after all is said & done, I'm enlightened by it. We talk about talking; we think about thinking. We speak in dreams and visions so vividly I feel like I’m in them; a daydream like state takes over me. We believe in destiny and we talk about the future. He's intense & he's driven. Maybe in a past life this kid could've been my best friend, but then again maybe not. Being around him you can't help but feel your bones rattle under your skin. In that moment you want to do something, you want to be something, & you’ll drop everything to accomplish just that. Maybe it was these little conversations that sparked my decision to move on to a better school that would give me the kind of education I deserved & needed. Maybe it was the little push I needed to gain the confidence to kiss that envelope & send in that application because I knew my mind was better than this.
At first I thought I'd never find someone who shares the unique similarities that I realize now to be true in him. I'm always ten steps ahead of the crowd & pages away from what everyone else is reading into and I pride myself in that. I was content with the thought that I'd never meet anyone who comes close to being on the level that I’m standing. I stood on this self-made pedestal alone, now it’s like I’m budging over to make room for the competition. At first I knew it must simply be infatuation that drew me to him; that made him seem perfect, polite, and on the same page. He's cute…but when has the looks ever been the thing that matters most for a girl like me? He’s charming but so are many others... so how could he be the one to get past the defenses? It had to be something deeper, something more meaningful, possibly fate, that wanted me to keep this person close at hand for a long time.
There are only a few people in this world who have the pleasure to get under my skin and past the outer coverings I protect myself with. He's gotten a chance to see them in these brief moments where I’m not afraid to let down the walls and allow someone in, someone who I barely know, a stranger. And for once it's not just me talking, so I listen. And something happens, something clicks. For once, someone understands the pride I have in my dreams, the determination in my eyes, and the ambition in my voice that will make it all possible. Someone shares the same aspiration but is following his own path & not viciously feeding off mine. Someone else believes in their own destiny that's waiting to be fulfilled & isn't just waiting around for a miracle or an inheritance from their father; the assumption that lead to my Indian boy stereotype.
Boys come a dime a dozen and if I didn't know any better I would've just wrote him off the list as another all talk, no action wanna-be big shot from day one. But I didn't because here I am months later doing the same shit, feeling the same way after he told me he wrote something worth reading. And for once, I shut up, I listened, and I thought about my thoughts. And I realized I haven’t met all the world’s people. That not all of these boys are jerks who live off the wealth of their parents and are born with silver spoons in their mouths, and whom remain in their "boyhood" forever.
I've learned so much from him that I can't even bother to write it all down or tell him everything or anything to his face; i'm better with words on paper. But I've gained respect for boys who've learned how to turn into men; who are as strongly dedicated to themselves as he is to his own future and the creation of the life he’s building for himself; as dedicated as I am in making sure I'm self-sufficient & will never need to depend on a man to support me but instead aid him in supporting a family.It's funny to think how I used to make him out to be the villain but now that seems pointless since he’s proven to be a hero. However, broken hearts are messy affairs that I no longer wish to divulge in and though I should keep my walls up and my eyes on the lookout I feel like I don’t have to do so with as much scrutiny because this isn't about falling for prince charming; this is about healthy competition. Someone who can keep up, for now.
August 24, 2010
About A Boy
August 5, 2010
Sacrifices.
August 2, 2010
Outta Control.
May 27, 2010
Forever Young


May 4, 2010
Save Me, San Francisco.
It was a perfect moment between us and so I recounted all the time I’ve spent with her. I've been by her side for the last two decades. Her outstanding beauty will always lure me into her and make me stay here too long. Her skin, compromised of all the colors and tones of the rainbow, reflect off little flecks of gold on days like this.
She's seen me through my dark phases and raised me up to my brightest days. She's nurtured me back to health and I've ran to her loving arms because she's like a mother to me. She’s taught me many lessons as I've pranced around these city streets since I was a child. Each district being my own personal playground so full of distinct flavors like wonderful home cooked meals. Every time I fell she rushed to me and kissed each bruise as softly as the wind. I walked all over her and she willingly allowed me to, first wearing the newest light up action sneakers on my way to Pre-K and later in my cap & gown rushing up the hills to get to the church on time.
I've come to know every inch of her body. The map of her as unique as a fingerprint forever embedded in the palm of my hand. She's seen me change with age and helped me grow all while loving me unconditionally because it is she who has made me who I am. She seeks individuality in the multifaceted, talented and talentless souls searching for inspiration. She accepts the unaccepted and she embraces each for their uniqueness because she is also an abstract piece of art created on canvas stretching out 7 miles by 7 miles. She is beautiful, day & night. As the sun above her sets, she covers each of us with her aura, a light blanket of cool mist. As she lulls me into a deep, restful sleep beneath the fog she steals my heart away.
“I was so high I did not recognize the fire burning in her eyes. The chaos that controlled my mind. Whispered goodbye as she got on a plane. Never to return again but always in my heart...”
April 6, 2010
Phobia.
April 3, 2010
Riddle for a Mind.
It takes way too much time
to figure you out...
I think i'm getting closer and closer
but really I'm getting farther and farther...
Can you tell me wheres your mind off too?
Cause I'm having a hard time catching up to you
Telling me you want me
Saying you can't have me
Yet you're here
Happily kissing on me
April 1, 2010
I keep on.
March 31, 2010
I asked you earlier and let you know how fantastic of advice you give. Your wonderful, beautiful, smart intelligent, gifted and yet something about you feels captivating. Keep up your hard work, you will do well in life.
I honestly thank you. Seems you know a lot about me. Things like this truly make my day. I'll definitely keep up my work and hope that you're right about doing well in life. If i ever amount to something noteworthy, it'll be thanks to people like you.
March 27, 2010
April Showers, May Flowers.
March 21, 2010
Time Capsule.
I had just got back from our much needed LA joyride where I visited the happiest place on Earth where life was held on pause, uncomplicated my life just slight enough to make it seem ever more complicated now that it's "facebookly over," drove across the bridge bumping the classic bay slaps, lit up with the birthday boy at Ocean Beach and got instantly pulled into the whirlwind that is my college life as of this point.
The mood ring became the most intriguing object inside the box. It was a token of one of the most unbreakable friendships I've ever owned. Currently I'm wearing it on my pinky because it no longer fits on my index finger where I used to wear it. The color fell somewhere between amber yellow and brown the second I put it on and has remained bouncing back and forth as such throughout this process.
March 8, 2010
damaged.
"i want to find something I've wanted all along..."
March 1, 2010
The Stain You Can't Wipe Off
In between, you had your cheaters, you had your affairs, and you had your flings each demoralizing your self worth and degrading your being.
In between all those, while you were crying out all your tears you had your friends, your best friends, who supported you, who took you out for a night of absolute debauchery to make you feel better, and who each, in turn, one by one, backstabbed you... turning into the people they'd swore they'd never be.
I'm a runner. I imagine that one day in the future I'd wake up before sunrise and run around the beach with my dog on a leash beside me. I'd come home and start the day completely stress free with tons of energy and endorphins pumping. I ran track in high school. I run on the treadmill. I chase after my little brother in the parks on warm afternoons if he gets all his homework done early enough. Running frees my soul, relieves my stress, and burns all the fat.
So I run... I run from everyone.
When life gets me down and I can't stand to hear the talk, see the faces, or keep up the smile. I bounce.
He said I had just gone
She called a few mornings ago. She wanted to see me. Of course, I'm not going to show up. She was my main girl. The person I always ran to and the one who opened so many doors and windows of opportunity for me. Her family treated me like I was one of their own. And she gave me the real advice that no one else could. But there were too many problems, there were too many complications I didn't want to deal with, and there was a past that I had slammed the book on hard and unfortunately, she became a part of a past I no longer wanted to remember.
It was she who had described me as the wine stain on the white carpet that always remained in the back of her mind. She couldn't get it out of her head. The thought that lingered and forever will remain there...
I've noticed that this feeling holds true for a lot of people that I've come to know in my life.I speak and I am heard, I walk and people follow, and impression that no one can beat, & I make a memory that lasts in your mind...
Slowly they all come back and you realize all the salty tears you tasted have turned sugary sweet with vengence. They ask me how I'm doing and I say "I'm excellent." The pictures reveal images that are soft on the eyes and striking in the mind, the words are familiar yet they have matured and changed over time, the person is the one who was once here by your side but now she's just a shadow, a ghost, a has-been of the person you used to know so well but now it seems you don't even know her at all. Yet you want to so badly. So you ask more, you "want to hear more about Nikita."
But now, there's not much to say.
I'm well, I'm excellent, and I'm still reckless as ever. Living life in my fast lane, I'm in full control. And I'm doing me, the way it always needed to be done.. without any of you.
"Confidence is a stain you can't wipe off" and apparently, Nikita is one too.
And it feels great to have this new mindset as a woman today compared to the helpless girl I used to be.
As much as I hate to do it, sometimes you just got to run.
If you're not too cautious... I'll run from you too. Leaving a trailing footstep on your heart.
A permanent indentation of me being here and me having left.
Inspired by: "Drop the world" Lil Wayne ft. Eminem.
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes,
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I’m cursed, so never mind
And it’s worse, but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on, mu’fucka
‘Cause all the bullshit, it made me strong...