Saturday, November 18, 2017

in honor of Chester Bennington, rewriting Busta Rhymes - We Made it ft Linkin Park, into a 3 character SMALL YOUTUBER ARMY version

Together we made, we made it even tho we had our backs up against the wall.
As you can see I survived the curse,
but my life is GORIEST, 
better know that I leaped the vlog hurdle,
and I'm so vlogtorious,
take a look,
I'm a symbol of determination,
now you could call a youtuber Prometheus, 
as forces securing the win, 
better believe I'm so Osiris, 
you know that I been bout my mom'ma,
even tho we vlogging now,
we used to live on the myspace,
even tho you see me higher level youtubing now, 
superseded every one of my youtube struggles, 
vlogging ideas never have been an option, 
you see the community long like Pippi Long Stocking's,
and I'm bout to take SMALL YOUTUBERS SHOPPING$$$$$$$$,
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, 
Get It!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Together we made it(you see we did it),
we made it even tho we had our backs up against the wall(come on),
forever we waited(ha ha),
and they told us we were never gon'na get it all,
we took it on YouTube(to the riches),
on YouTube(to the ghetto),
on YouTube(in the present to this banging vlogumental),
on YouTube(ride with me),
on YouTube(we come to get it),
yeah, yeah, yeah, yoooooo :O 
When it all got started, 
I was constantly just getting neglected, 
and it seemed like nothing I could do could ever get me acknowledged, 
at best, I was DEATH,
at the worst, family and friends left me resented,
every vlog was a piece to the puzzle,
just a way to make sense of this,
I was frightening up my mind,
psychoing up my time,
embracing insomnia to see what insanity I would find,
I finally came alive,
to do this or die, 
so I put the vlogs on the table,
and told em to let it ride,
singing, YEAH!
verse 3:
Listen,
in case you misunderstand exactly what we're building,
things we can leave for our,
youtubers, youtubers, youtubers, CHILDREN,
now on my wake up I grin to see how far I've run,
fighting for subscriptions on the vid,
to embrace and support as one,
from nights of tears in a clench,
using my prayers son,
to counting subscriptions and views, 
like Miranda Sings, Zoella, and Jenna Marbles one, 
but now I give when I dream,
you see we finally did it,
let's make a boast of the army, 
rehash this how we hit it. 
Chester Bennington Alive In my Heart, Tonight

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

BLUR VS THE OUIJA BOARD DEMON: ZOZO - Part One: Obtaining The Ouija Board

                 
      "where do your roots, start, and where do your roots, end?"
Should have the ouija board, by tomorrow.
Excited, more pumped up than I thought I would be.
It just feels good to say to existence, "I am not afraid",
"I refuse to feel fear".
A lot of people will live their entire existence in fear, 
never realizing that fear is the prison,
the only way to truly break free is to overcome all fear and PAIN.
(you've got to be kidding me, just realized blogger has symbols/emojis, just took me almost 700 blogs, 5 years later👶)
So I get the ouija board, and I travel all the way through THE RABBIT HOLE🐰through out the other side, "break on thru, to the other side", and hopefully don't die, but it feels so relieving that I don't care. I battled my entire life with the fear of death, human mortality, I feel a weight lifted off of me.
I wouldn't want anybody to try anything like this, because evil sets out to destroy the innocent, the holy warriors on our side that live to fight against evil, help build and protect, and then there are all the innocent people in the middle, I wish them a happy peaceful life, never to be involved in anything like this, because some of us just have the warrior in us, we can't help but fight back, it is not for everybody, go enjoy life, don't even think about any of this stuff, focus on the light and the love.
Leave the demon slaying to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ISOLATED HEARTS

hearts born on deserted islands
famished of loveless sunlight
banished from the realms of love
distinguished of hope 
hibernating
withering
away
till released
of unloves dismayed 
relenting upon
unrepenting bitter truths
of their worlds so fake
and if make-believe is ripe
then what is this reality
our hearts need to be left alone
on a throne of thorns and stones
a broken heart shrine
for the one that touched my heart
and the sadness of knowing
only she could make this heart whole again
forever goodbye
to a heart sailed away into the sea of LOST
a sacrifice to always love her