Pride in your persistence

It takes persistence, hunger, bold ideas and drive to really steer you forward. You must be in the pit of it. Hunger is not talk, it is a taste in your mouth, it is your every waking thought, it is the vision that creeps behind you like a shadow. It is the stage you perform on, daily. Life requires you now submit to your higher self, your greater self, a self that refuses to be denied. Do not deny yourself an oblivion of challenges, obstacles that present themselves like jewelled thrones. It is hope you are required to cling to. Do not decay your purpose with fear or desolate thinking, your greatest mount Everest is you. Yesterday i was lost, today i conquered, now i know my route i will conquer again. For the path to success is as breadcrumbs laiden with vision, ideals and lustful thinking. You must be more than your talk, more than your distractions, you must taste it feel it, believe it and breathe it. You are a dragon, and dragons breathe fire.

Houdini Man

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If i could eat your voice
in my womb
Swallow the description of you
Bite into your youth
You are the second
that makes a clock tick
yet when i see you
Stomach rolls sick
As chalk outlines
the self it was
and bones have
ached
just because
legs wrap like ribbons
around dreams
Yet you are
a houdini man
I stand on needle point
at ten
Eat strawberries
in my pigeon pen
Counting steps and trading
lines
with selves that whisper
no longer nigh
For as i speak
my legs they quake
For words are tombs
or evaporate.

How to remind yourself your made of strong stuff

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The world is full of....potential. Sometimes you find yourself stumbling upon People that were told they were brilliant so often, they took it for granted. They became lazy about their ambitions. Their potential folded, and with time so did some of their dreams.
Then there are the hustlers....... You hear about their stories in magazines. People who ate,slept,drank, peed their vision. They knew that success means work. Goals mean action, and if you want to see them happen, put in the work. If it's monotonous make it fun. If it's dull add some flamboyancy. They were begged to call it quits. Give up , pack a suitcase, stop 'punishing' themselves but it was impossible for them to do, they had set their mind to something and wanted to see it come to pass. Rather than throwing in the towel, they got angry, and became persistent, flexible, chameleonesque in front of any gauntlet. They were like water. They bucked their shoulders up, narrowed their eyes, and decided they would become unstoppable. When things become tough or feel impossible, fix your mind on this...many of those people are great leaders now, athletes, inventors, they have inspired nations

Prooving your paradise:The power of the spoken word

Set the tone for your life.Speak words of faith into your future. This is your fight for change, your fight for progress, people may come at you with negative information. Yet we all know the saying where there's a will, there's a way. Determined people always find a route, a path, and have a plan to reach their destination. You can talk them down, but it's hard work. They see themselves at the very top and they fight for it no matter where they are in life.

Are you broke? Unemployed, your career's not heading where you want it to to go, people aren't treating you with the respect you know your worthy of. It's not them, it's about you. Start making those plans, start building. Feel that motivation and that hunger coursing through your vains, feel it getting your blood boiling. Use your negative experiences to talk yourself into success, and not let anybody talk you out of it. People will sing about others who have failed before you, or tell you these positive progressive ambitions of yours are not worth a penny. They may not amount to anything. You could be wasting your time. You want a life with lessons your proud of. You want your dreams, your passions, to not simply be talk, you want to see them come to pass. Success is about taking what sits in your mind, and making it real. You awaken your passion, you jump and you stir yourself to life.

If your ignorant you will assume faith is a christian thing, 'those religious freaks are babbling again.' Faith is not. It's about belief, belief in yourself and what you can do, allowing yourself to get carried away on a tide of momentum. If you know you can do so much more, prove it!

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The most inspiring video ever!!!!!This video is something spectacular

The moon and back (Short Story)

"It's very simple," i projected in my most smug adult tone. "Admit you're in love, crazy, smitten, hopelessly, painfully, ruthlessly in love with me." I fashioned myself to my full height, fixing my toddler hands against my hips, pouting watermelon and posing opposite an organised reflection. My brown hair fell loose, in a tangle of waves down my back, and the kiss of blue i added to heavy eyelids made the gold of my eyes shine like medallions. Teenage Fever. Last Week i'd hated Jason Emille cross, this week i'd studied him walk up and down our crowded school corridor for fifteen minutes. Analysed his discussion with Mickey Bults in front of Mrs Kafan's lunchtime vegetable spaghetti. I can lip read so across a twenty second distance i saw their mouths, rotate and halt.It was an intensely political debate about Xmen versus Batman, the original animation. I grit my teeth as Jessica Jones trotted by 'slag' swinging her huge buttocks from left to right, fully aware that 99.9% of the male eyes swam towards her. Hungry shark eyes. I patted my bum self consciously, noticing with a tinge of irritation that my denim stretch Jeans had too much stretch, and my pink t shirt didn't display succulent breasts, but an arrested development in growth. "Jeeze i hate being fifteen."
My friend Mia lifted her orange curls from the tray of glamour magazines lined on the bed. "Fuck i hate being fifteen,"
"Who needs teenage years anyway," her sapphire eyes spun with amusement.
"Seriously, all you do is analyse life, or spend time disecting guys you never gave the time too before," i groaned dramatically.It was like the groan you make with runs on the toilet seat. "When did this happen to me. I never..ever..liked this guy before,"
"Shit your obsessed with him now,"
"You call it obsession. I call it intense distraction." Mia fixed her mouth to a thin wire line. " It's the whole face stretching, tyranosaurus rex, height thing," i nodded in detailed agreement.
"Age is such a cunt. Why did his face have to stretch, and his voice have to break so deeeeeep," i remember Syrine Wilcox describing a conversation with him being like swimming in a bath of hot chocolate. It depends how you look at it. Hot chocolate makes some think of sex, whilst others just relate it to falling asleep. The worst thing about being a teenager is having to admit you'r just as shallow as everyone else. Suddenly a flood of girls admitted to liking him, and i didn't have to feel weird, or pretend to be angry when his bedroom eyes dripped all over me. On one School trip to 'make believe mars' an adventure to the local safari park, TOTAL SHIT, i'd actually spent the whole bus ride ice block frozen in the same pose. A vogue pout, which included an exclamation mark scowl, in case he knew....i'd begun to enjoy his heated stares. So much so that despite my jelly belly, and owl like frames, i had moved three seats closer in spanish, watched a complete season of xmen, and accidentally on purpose put his name down for school prefect. He didn't win. Yet some idiot had told him i put his name down. "Gina yax would never put me down she loathes me," he announced in a thick tone, loud enough for me to hear,and possibly contest. The room was busy with silence, eyes oohed and mouths mutely uhmmed. "Gina," he teased "i'm your biggest fan." Which translated means F you, i don't give a shit about your opinions.

"It's very simple," Jason Cross had cornered me by the edge of the basketball court, his lean frame a sky scraper, his magnetic eyes absorbing every flinch of movement. "Gina Gi you nominated me to be some stupid class prefect, you know i stare at you,"
i smiled coyly, "sometimes i wonder what your looking for." I flicked my crisp white watch pretending to be distracted. I had my red chequered mini skirt on, and the black polo neck my mum had kept, a gift from her latest divorce. "I guess..." he glanced up at the grey white sky briefly,the scene looked like a painting i'd seen on one of those free art websites. His expression intense, seemed to match the afternoon sky, his navy blue denim jeans, with fitted matching sweater, were almost a click match. Blue was his nervous colour. Every presentation he'd stammered through on Shakespeare, or economics he'd advertised how amazing navy blue could look on an image of raw beauty. I crossed my fingers anxiously behind my back, he soldiered on,smacking his tongue against a plump mouth, worshiping shuffling suede shoes every 3 minutes. I was counting mentally.
" well," he began in a flat lecture monotone "Jennifer Layman asked me out this morning. She says i was too shy to talk so she did it, and erm," he cleared his throat, "some crap about me being intimidated and bull. Like erm.." he paused to pull threads of thought together. "Like one of those guys whose scared of women."
"So?"
"In Laymans terms, i told Jen Layman, if i liked her enough i'd ask her out." I thought id quit biting my lips, but i could feel myself chomping them. "I think your pretty in that interesting way that not everybody likes,"

"Your basically saying i'm ugly." He shook his head adamnantly.
"I like the look of you. I'm not on any athletics team, or a zillionaire's son, i stare a lot," his gaze levelled and narrowed " and i think you like it." I scanned the growing audience ignoring helicopter whispers, and green eyed stared. "Get to know me? I'm not bad,er..will you go out with me?" he released in one full expulsion. It was like a drowning person expelling that belch of air and water. Moses Bright and the other players had clambered unto the b-ball court, spinning two red and white autographed balls as the coach bounded on screeching authourity through the high pitched shriek of a whistle. My heart leapt like a junior jumping skipping rope. I waved at my cousin kev, Mia's boyfriend that would be driving me home shortly. "Yeah Okay," i tossed cooly. "Where?"
"3 trips to the moon and back." He flashed a brilliant smile that made my whole body melt. "Yeah whatever, that pancake house right?" He shoved his hands in his pocket self consciously, "yeah."
"I like chocolate. I had a coffee pancake once." He quirked his brows in confusion. "Who does that?"
"Me i guess."

CRUSHES: the number 1 moment we fantasize about: Que Showreel

The most fantasized moment despite all illusions is not the sex, or even the Earthshattering, deeply moving, intense conversations. It is infact....the kissing. Have you ever accidentally watched your crushes mouth move and thought about how puuuuuuurfect their lips would be up against yours. Peach soft, tender, infact in our minds no crush has dry lips have you noticed. We imagine the movement of the kiss, slow and rhythmic, or rough and hungry. 'I am sooooo a hopeless romantic!!"  So for a breakfast special red ebony is giving it sweet and giving it loud. I found this on youtube....it's absolutely delicious, i had to share the love.