Happy Fathers Day Dad!

Its Tuesday night and all I can think about is you

Up in the sky, Its hard to believe but its true

Now I feel like all my hope is gone

Because you're not here to teach me right from wrong

Through the pain, will you still laugh and wipe my tears?

Through my suffering, will you assure me that its nothing?

If I fall, will you help me up at all?

If I died, would you hold me close and cry?

All my life I thought you'd always be here

Will you at least be around as I start my career?

A new chapter in my life, you won't be able to see

even though I know this is who you want me to be

But when you left, I didn't know what to do

as if you had taken a part of me with you

I try so hard to be strong to keep going

then I remeber the memories, laughing, and joking

Even though its hard to stay strong,

I will, because I know you still Carry on

(written on Decemeber 08 2009 - aka: My birthday)

The seed was planted with out me even realising.
And I watered it, with the rest of my garden.
But now it's starving the others.
Stealing their light.

I spent three whole days, thinking I was dying.
And now I don't know how to feel.

But in our darkest moments, we learn the most about ourselves.
And the people around us.
And I think that's nice.

I want to run so far away.
I want to see, and love.
And feel strong, not be strong.

Maybe life isn't meant to be about order.
Maybe, it's about feeling.

I can feel time, slipping, slipping away.

My name is Sharlene and I'm a MJaholic.

 

Heres Why I know I'm obsessed:

• I know every hee-hee and every pow and shamone’s in every song.
• I basically only have Twitter/Facebook to promote Michael Jackson
• I know which album every song comes from, what year it came out, the awards it’s won and EVERY WORD of the songs
• I fell into a trance, listening to Planet Earth

•  I preach to others about the wonderfulness of MJ. even if they're strangers.
• my friend stubs her toe, shrieking OWWW. I always add the “hee-hee” before I ask her if she’s okay.
• I will randomly moonwalk around the house, in public .. pretty much anywhere.
• I have tripped or fallen over something while moonwalking.
• I scoff at the MJ imitators because I know there can never be the same angel again.
• I've listened to EVERY album at least a million times
• I spaz on anyone who says anything negative about him, then launch into a gigantic rant with EVERY FACT that ever existed.

• I sometimes try and force my friends to become obsessed with Michael Jackson
• Instead of writing History, I write HIStory.
• I can’t really listen to anyone else because it just sounds worse
• I Try to sneak him into every conversation topic I'm having with someone
• I know what IJCSLY stands for
• I Went into a sorta semi-depression when he died
• I know millions of inside jokes that only MJ and the fans would know. ex: pond, black flappin, fish. (LOL)

these are only SOME POINTS I might be continuing this when I log back on blogspot. lol I'll also be making one for ms. Jackson if you're nasty! lol

Some things are hard to write about.

After something happens to you, you go to write it down.

And either you over dramatize it or underplay it.

Exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones.

At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.

My Eyes

Slightly slanted
Painted a dark chocolate brown
Left, right, up, down
They search their surroundings all around


They overflow like waterfalls
When they are full of sadness
They smile bright and wide
When they are overwhelmed with gladness


They have curled black hair
And are often hesitant to stare


They are sensitive to light
And have trouble seeing at night


They are beautiful
They are fine
They are bold
They are mine