Baby Girl

You have eyes like your dad
And a smile like mine
On the cloudiest of days
You’re still my sunshine 
I can’t believe you’re mine 
This is all so surreal
These words don’t describe
How truly blessed I feel
God loves me far more
Than I’ll ever deserve 
This much I know
For His actions speak as His words
He’s given me your love
He’s given me your life
He’s given me you and your dad by my side
Everyday 
And every night 
My smile is so bright
My heart is full of joy
My life is full of light
You’ve given me sight
Where I couldn’t see before
You’re the apple of my eye
And I love you to the core ❤

Black Liqid

     At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was to acquire a mansion; we imagined something really large with about ten bedrooms, seven bathrooms, three kitchens and a basement. Preferably, there would be about one-hundred acres of land, so we could add a tennis court, a pool and pool-house. How amazing it would be to live in the lap of luxury.

     I personally thought of the comfort this “oil” would afford me. I wrote my boss an e-mail detailing how I felt about her and her obnoxious behavior. It’s official; I am now a part the one percent, so I LET – HER – HAVE – IT! More than diamonds and gold, more than a new car, more than any materialistic item in this world, the riches that this black liquid had afforded me was the ability to tell that witch that she can hop on her broom and fly straight to hell because I am not coming into work from that moment on.

Unfortunately, the black slush that had my husband and me believing that we were about to go shopping for our own HGTV dream home, was nothing more than build up from a septic tank, that we didn’t know we had. Now we have to pay for a plumber to come and look at it and I am also out of a job. I must say though, it felt good to get my feelings off of my chest.

 

Moral of the Story:

Make sure you are rich before you curse out your boss…..Or make sure you have a plan B job, in case you plan to curse out your boss; either or is good.

 

A Short Story By: Araminata 

I wish my mind
Was just my own
Before I met you
I lived here alone
My peaceful, little imagination dome
A great place
I could call home
Now you’re here
You’re there
You’re everywhere 
Turning my dreams
Into nightmares 
I wanna go to sleep
But now I’m scared
If I close my eyes
You will appear 
The boogie man
Of my heart
The creature
Who tore my joy apart 
I fault myself
For letting you in
Giving you my heart
And letting you win
And now I have no place
Of my own
Before I met you
I lived here alone
My peaceful, little place
Is now a torture dome
I have nowhere
To call home

– Araminta

You Without Me Is Like…..

A NERD without BRACES

SHOES without LACES

THE OLYMPICS without RACES

BASEBALL without BASES

MOVIES without PHRASES

COURT without CASES

COPS without CHASES

BOOKS without PAGES

KRISPY KREAM but no GLAZES

MY REPORT CARD without ACES?

4/20 without HAZES

GAME 6 without BLAZES

A JOB without WAGES

LIONS without CAGES

PLAYS without STAGES

CARS without GAUGES

FRIENDS without MYSPACES

FACEBOOK without FACES?

HUSHED without H’S

DOWNTOWN without PLACES

CEO’s without RAISES

CHURCH without PRAISES

CRIMES without TRACES

TEENS without PHASES

ASENTENCEwithoutSPACES

 

– Araminta

 

 

A throwback poem from high school lol

I Need Some Sleep

I can feel myself doing it again
Sitting here
Quietly
No movement
My eyes are closed
And I see my thoughts flow
Instead of hearing words
I see scenarios
I’m pacing back and forth
Inside my head
I can feel it tonight
I’m not going to bed

–   Araminta