tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54380576007728797032024-02-18T21:45:06.009-08:00City GrrlJennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-12728118147284199802010-01-01T16:18:00.000-08:002010-01-01T16:21:06.919-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">The Lord is a shield to all who trust him. </span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">2 Samuel 22:31</span></span></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-11169249294241100312009-12-21T14:58:00.000-08:002009-12-27T20:05:22.468-08:00Perfect Song.<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><br />There's always that song; that song that I try to think of, but just cant find. That song that I'm expecting to describe exactly how I'm feeling, even before I know what I'm feeling. I just want that song to make everything that went wrong, right. But I can never seem to find that perfect song. And when I cant find that perfect song to make things right, I have to then rely on myself to make things right.......without the song. I want my writing to be the feelings that people don't know they feel, and I want them to be the perfect words instead of the perfect song. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I want the words that I write to glorify God.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" > I want to speak the words of others hearts and write the words for people who aren't yet bold enough to speak for themselves. If someone cant find the perfect song, I want them to turn to the words that I write and the words that I've written.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">That is my goal in terms of my writing.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> </span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-48971648238921774352009-11-22T15:21:00.000-08:002009-11-22T15:29:34.455-08:00Cats Rock!!!!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sQJrD3YkA_0OYRzRL1fkHg-OjGxs1e5kk4ZywgX4Whxmn9zNT8qihy0bc-yoglYmgE2y2k2mIj3QTKSwsmTpEQQPWwh_TEBsmXt2sS7LD4MGUGmpKU6TUHMgms2CgVEjQtbzyszv90U/s1600/shocked+cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_sQJrD3YkA_0OYRzRL1fkHg-OjGxs1e5kk4ZywgX4Whxmn9zNT8qihy0bc-yoglYmgE2y2k2mIj3QTKSwsmTpEQQPWwh_TEBsmXt2sS7LD4MGUGmpKU6TUHMgms2CgVEjQtbzyszv90U/s400/shocked+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407073374264205490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVkgjPXCYrHA6YihevY3s8Zyk-ZTYba4F9SkIvrzj4nLy-ccCx0DH9cjT5GaYDapi43DwS7ZHOcYFGlP0niS3s_VwyNYf1JlFeS8nQjtRcQCRZecxKsGGaxKTpZJ0FySIrYNF-3lXPSA/s1600/let+it+rain-+cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRVkgjPXCYrHA6YihevY3s8Zyk-ZTYba4F9SkIvrzj4nLy-ccCx0DH9cjT5GaYDapi43DwS7ZHOcYFGlP0niS3s_VwyNYf1JlFeS8nQjtRcQCRZecxKsGGaxKTpZJ0FySIrYNF-3lXPSA/s400/let+it+rain-+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407073062070258002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1JM_PdokRhoInRGh61Y8ja7xKnbqNCaY6jI1z2_yY04dOTI2x4taVftMEWZoZGxU-qxQZhAmsDFBNC3-NI7k0A3ZOpt-AULgLaSUtOQRVOMri07h36UV-WUE_LEU2q2lDgGwBzmdnQDo/s1600/funny+cats.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1JM_PdokRhoInRGh61Y8ja7xKnbqNCaY6jI1z2_yY04dOTI2x4taVftMEWZoZGxU-qxQZhAmsDFBNC3-NI7k0A3ZOpt-AULgLaSUtOQRVOMri07h36UV-WUE_LEU2q2lDgGwBzmdnQDo/s400/funny+cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407072839719276882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">--"WOW, ur really close to the screen"</span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-52800537941344449302009-11-21T18:36:00.001-08:002009-11-21T18:58:08.241-08:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" >I hate promises, most fail.<br />Only God can keep a promise.<br />I won't believe anyone else<br />because they always let me down.<br />God has NEVER let me down, not once.<br />And he never will.<br />And THAT i can trust.<br /><br />--Jennifer Salas<br /></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-70735613157569741872009-11-14T18:59:00.000-08:002009-11-27T20:28:38.786-08:00Clowns<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >There are some </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >clowns that are just fun-loving clowns looking for a good laugh.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCtzNLuJgtAvrxDxTDGSn2nvq_qjx0T1Ga5Pbfuo8Rt4HIADupN4LXRkrtsPpV03vo8d10c4FOq0wfNqdil7KG2w66i3J6jy7sXJlBnBXH9vVQn6SBUfrAfYfXz_sBtgNdO5OGjA6ut0/s1600/danielle-the-clown-383.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcCtzNLuJgtAvrxDxTDGSn2nvq_qjx0T1Ga5Pbfuo8Rt4HIADupN4LXRkrtsPpV03vo8d10c4FOq0wfNqdil7KG2w66i3J6jy7sXJlBnBXH9vVQn6SBUfrAfYfXz_sBtgNdO5OGjA6ut0/s400/danielle-the-clown-383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407093105027112802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrULPSP0SzgGwWZqkPX2LvqnrlPTiDs6dYJj7gCAht_t0crY_6uS4m0bm7nj9YtcYBwa_lGZvJuIhS0GEga9fGMOHV5nzozSzM2gpREwpVB37vcmyyftcrrnuoSd3f1Z98z0KuNzu-caI/s1600-h/fun+clown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrULPSP0SzgGwWZqkPX2LvqnrlPTiDs6dYJj7gCAht_t0crY_6uS4m0bm7nj9YtcYBwa_lGZvJuIhS0GEga9fGMOHV5nzozSzM2gpREwpVB37vcmyyftcrrnuoSd3f1Z98z0KuNzu-caI/s400/fun+clown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404163275349406738" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Then there are clowns that live to take others "down" with them.</span><a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGSmzwgecm0tt_tqIOoSmSk8wjPXOqp-NvFH8DMX9WqS32TMY41S3moe3X6XN3wkn4SW-1aqZkCio2Mk-CgjDYUFcPAyoIqUr_P9h27FC4LxPS812hvFAy9Oez-7tRzsUNCZFmn_qMfg/s1600/pennywise-the-clown1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGSmzwgecm0tt_tqIOoSmSk8wjPXOqp-NvFH8DMX9WqS32TMY41S3moe3X6XN3wkn4SW-1aqZkCio2Mk-CgjDYUFcPAyoIqUr_P9h27FC4LxPS812hvFAy9Oez-7tRzsUNCZFmn_qMfg/s400/pennywise-the-clown1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407083457552954530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD23gx_bAqY-flnfgX4QuseqGG1QGDJa21nCQ0KW3AwUImGqxjTKaBspFZ5yQFG0LNYtyMv11D-HUsjhMAxkfircf0zZ2gHSbTgNSqZMqBcj_r_AHN-BvEBK1q4gVD-fhPck5npMzi7A/s1600-h/IT+the+clown.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD23gx_bAqY-flnfgX4QuseqGG1QGDJa21nCQ0KW3AwUImGqxjTKaBspFZ5yQFG0LNYtyMv11D-HUsjhMAxkfircf0zZ2gHSbTgNSqZMqBcj_r_AHN-BvEBK1q4gVD-fhPck5npMzi7A/s400/IT+the+clown.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404163598679045810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Then there are clowns that don't know they're clowns....... <span style="font-size:78%;"><br /> (picture by:Jennifer Salas and Frank Salas) </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlfsGbqk9chxQp612l07fHrcgK5XmCbMzGwv5z1MWi364nKaKWxEVvbN_CqAot47xlqemjCWw-AvHB_Vwe5dW5zzTQhKy5X8nVv3Gj-5CeR36CbTi608eH5Ziw37rwz91f1OgEtnF64E/s400/praying-clown--jennifer-sal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408129079051977330" border="0" /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">They live everyday feeling okay, looking okay, having everyone else see the same</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">thing......your mask; the mask that you paint on everyday....like a clown. But</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">what does God see?? He see's whats under the mask, and it hides so much. It</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">hides who you are so that not even you will know whats under it. Gods see's a</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">clown when you see a christian. He see's a desperate clown that needs</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">someone to wipe away the makeup. A clown that may be fake and stubborn. Who</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">are we to hide from God?? He see's straight through the makeup; straight</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">through the mask, straight through the front we put up. God doesn't want</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">emotion from you, he wants commitment. He wants the walk, not the talk. We're</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">running to the circus that is the world that will accept all our junk when we</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">should be running to the One and only God himself who can take the junk away</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">and wipe the sad clown tears from our sad clown faces. People everywhere see</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">you as someone who has their life together, but you see, that's the mask. Once</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">you wipe away the makeup,everyone will see the beast that's under, they'll see</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">the clown and the mask and all the circus junk that comes with it. But that clown</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">will soon be broken because of their unveiling. They will be broken, desperate,</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">needy clowns, but that's what God wants. He wants us to be broken clowns</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">before him, and he wants us to know what we are.......clowns. </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">What kinds of</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">clowns will we be?? Clowns that continue to enjoy our own ways??? Clowns that</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">thrive to take our brothers and sisters "down" with us??? We all know that we're</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">clowns now, so do we wanna just continue to front like we don't know or care??</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Or do we wanna be broken clowns before God; broken, needy, desperate clowns</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">for God. The kind of clowns that make a fool of themselves in front of the</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">world just to do Gods will??? The choice is yours. But if your choice is to keep</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">going on like you never herd this, then your deciding to stay at the crossroads,</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">because your going to have to decide someday. And as you grow old, your going</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">to stay in the same place while you see all your friends and family being used</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">and being taken to higher places in spirit and in the church. We all have to make</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">decisions, even me. And as i write here, my fear is to stay in the same place that</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">i am today. Your not the only clown in this world. We all are; but what clown will</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">you choose to be???</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-47623311073348752872009-11-12T18:03:00.000-08:002009-11-12T18:09:20.018-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" >"I told my mom once that boys don't cry;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" >that's something I can't do.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" >She said 'your right boy's don't cry,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" >that's something a man do.' "</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"> -Rafael Casal</span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-51593600638753917572009-11-11T18:30:00.000-08:002009-11-11T18:37:44.072-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wWeWnfCmvnQsWnYgwNHYMSv5wdUG_f-blZ6S82F89zKD_jGrt85n2j4LLKwRaTbq7nTaOKXTtOn2zswQg4XzSpbzWBPYdUU-bi6IeU9W3RDLlbJ4CLFyvoD6eU8-ZoPO2Y2wEwu_8p8/s1600-h/im+bored.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8wWeWnfCmvnQsWnYgwNHYMSv5wdUG_f-blZ6S82F89zKD_jGrt85n2j4LLKwRaTbq7nTaOKXTtOn2zswQg4XzSpbzWBPYdUU-bi6IeU9W3RDLlbJ4CLFyvoD6eU8-ZoPO2Y2wEwu_8p8/s400/im+bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403040545816156594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I'M Bored! :) </span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-79131092450086443442009-11-11T17:52:00.000-08:002009-11-11T18:29:13.698-08:00Mission Possible<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >There is no such thing as mission impossible. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Missions are goals, and goals are meant to be reached.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >"Mission: An operation that is assigned by a higher headquarters."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">My higher headquarters is Gods kingdom </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">and God the father assigns my missions.</span> </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" > - Jennifer Salas</span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-45070414310642611062009-11-11T15:58:00.000-08:002009-11-11T16:40:32.709-08:00Might As Well Not Think At All<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">I wrote this poem for an assignment at school. It's about how the students in school during world war 2 weren't learning things that they should. They were learning about wars, and hate, and racism. The poem is written in perspective of the students in Weimar Republic during world war 2. Enjoy! :)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">"We Might As Well Not Think At all"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Naturally, we'd use our brains to think </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >and to learn and discover new things; </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >but not us.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >We're learning racism, hate, and the name of Hitler,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >things that either shouldn't be tought</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >or names that give us a bad reputation. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Our minds are restrained, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >limited by the government. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >They don't care about our education, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" >only about teaching discrimination. </span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-29710867251005655962009-11-11T15:29:00.000-08:002009-11-11T15:35:54.518-08:00Stuff<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tH8WCWqQlBYXIl2G8qN9jjHrhudPpO1d0ewbLNaj-eVbFRrmW9_pXB1miqjduWRLkt9mug9NyHwgdRow-NtpTAnNzFEyDn3ekBUCe3r7uMXXIjCEm67sSVdsdLE-dVY8vMX8k-8g-b0/s1600-h/stuff-sucks.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tH8WCWqQlBYXIl2G8qN9jjHrhudPpO1d0ewbLNaj-eVbFRrmW9_pXB1miqjduWRLkt9mug9NyHwgdRow-NtpTAnNzFEyDn3ekBUCe3r7uMXXIjCEm67sSVdsdLE-dVY8vMX8k-8g-b0/s400/stuff-sucks.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402992903427477090" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yea, I hate it when people do stuff too, it's like, ugh!! Gosh!!</span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-67834482894558959432009-10-31T13:45:00.000-07:002009-11-11T12:38:26.202-08:00No More Pain<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I don't know.</span> <br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Only God knows where the story ends for me.</span> <br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >But I know where the story begins.</span> <br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >It's up to us to choose weather we win or lose.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >And I choose to WIN!!!<br /> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" >~Mary J. blige~</span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-45954872648797699532009-10-31T11:41:00.000-07:002009-11-24T15:47:47.279-08:00Vengeance Was Ours<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Okay, i Wrote this poem called "vengeance Was Ours" for a class i take called<br />We & They. We've been learning about the Weimar Republic and world war 2. And when the war was over, Germany agreed to pay all of the costs of the war, and to accept all of the blame. Germany reduced their army to about 1,000 soldiers. And during the war, submarines were used often and Germany didn't have any submarines. Things in Germany were really bad, and Germany had no money (they were broke). So even the sweetest people like grandma's who usually (yet stereotypically) bake cookies for their grandchildren and knit warm sweaters were stealing and lying and gambling for money. Also the education in schools during the war in Germany wasn't too good. They students were learning hate, discrimination, and racism; basically nothing that was teaching them any good. The money in Germany during the war was worth nothing; for example, you'd go to the corner store and pay 10,000,000 for a bag of chips. So what people did for fire was they'd burn their money instead of spend their life savings for 1 small block of wood that would barely fill their fire place. And as the soldiers were fighting, they thought they were winning. But their King was informed that they were actually losing and he didn't want the soldiers to know so what the king did after he found out was he </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">gave up the throne and</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:verdana;" > fled the country and he ran because his country was losing. So in the end, Germany lost because America and Russia kicked their butts. lol. jp. BUT!!, during the war, the holocaust was going on as well. The German Nazi's were killing Jews and Gypsies and it was all kept secret; that's why it lasted so long. In this poem, I described what the German Nazi's did as the German's "vengeance" against America and Russia because they won the war, (I'm guessing that Germany wasn't too happy about that.) BUT, the reason that German Nazi's were only killing Jews and Gypsies was because they were racist. Adolf Hitler started the racist act, but everyone else followed so i don't think all the blame should be on Hitler (in my opinion). So basically, this is what the following poem is about. The poem is in Germany's perspective, so it's like the country of Germany is Speaking. Sorry for this VERY, VERY long explanation for a VERY, VERY short poem. lol But i guess it wouldn't hurt for people to know about this stuff. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy!! :) </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" >Vengeance Was Ours</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >I pay all costs.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Accept all blame.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Reduce my army.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >No submarines.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Politicians cheat,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >and they cheat on me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Things got so bad, grandma became a lying thief.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Treaty of Versailles ruined my economy.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Stock markets crashed;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >This is all just blasphemy.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Our children are learning just what our money is worth....Nothing!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >And as we're losing our war, our king is running.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >People looking for food and homes, running frantic like a zoo.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >But vengeance was ours</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" >And now you see what we've done to you.</span><br /><br /></span></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-18609259802834103322009-10-31T11:21:00.000-07:002009-10-31T11:41:09.646-07:00I Am From.....<span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from people singing "hallelujah"and"praise God".</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from the taste of communion bread and promise rings.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from faith and victory.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from "love the Lord your God.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from the valley of the shadow of death.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from the altar and my bible.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from the Father, the son and the Holy spirit.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from encouraging and encouragement.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from Sunday church and Friday youth service.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from decons and deconesses.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from "Amen" and "Thanks to God".</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from dying to self and living for God.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from cold baptizing waters. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from prayer and worship.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from the Ten commandments.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from overcoming.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from mercy and grace.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from sin and sorrow.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from joy and jubilee.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from preaching and teaching.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from religion vs. lifestyle.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from people asking in surprise,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >"what did u just say??! I thought yo were a christian!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from my calling to my own life plan.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from my calling to my own life plan.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from adoration's and devotions. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from humbled hearts.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from mistakes and failing.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from forgiveness and embrace.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I am from Jesus Christ.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >By~ JENNIFER JESSE SALAS~</span><br /></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-90874866176451878392009-10-24T08:43:00.000-07:002009-10-24T08:51:49.493-07:00You don't have to Hide anymore<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"And if you feel like no one understands,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">come to the one with scars on his hands. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Cause he knows where u are and where you've been. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">His scars will heal you if you let him."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">By~Joy Williams~</span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-8227689955170217502009-10-17T11:10:00.000-07:002009-10-22T16:39:53.722-07:00CHRISSA<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">As we met, we hadn't known how we would end up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But love is selfless, giving more than it takes; </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and it gave us it's whole self. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">People say that art without an audience or purpose is powerless,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">but we are art and we are power.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love you always. :)))</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">You say</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"dancing is my air, and i live to breathe."</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">And we dance to music, right?? </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">well,</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">"music is my language"</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">and I'll speak all day if that's what it takes....</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span> </span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-42775350535817966382009-10-17T10:12:00.000-07:002009-10-17T10:40:04.607-07:00I LOVE YOU........<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I feel you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I hear you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I smell you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I breathe you. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">But all these layers are keeping me from you. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I try to push past them but they keep appearing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I dont know what to do. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I try to use my own strength but the more i do, the farther away i feel your presence. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I stop for a moment and remember how to cry out, so i do, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I call for your name through all the layers of junk, and blindness, and deafness, and deceit. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">And then you appear in front of me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I feel you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I hear you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I smell you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I breathe you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Then i realize, calling out to you is all it took.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-6454310756964577962009-10-15T18:37:00.000-07:002009-10-17T09:35:08.834-07:00US AGAINST THE WORLD<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;">I'm so in love with you and i haven't even met you.<br />Your beautiful and i haven't even seen you.<br />I love everything about you but so far, i know nothing about you.<br />You are perfect to me.<br />You are my other half.<br />You are half of me and I am half of you.<br />We are in love but we haven't loved yet.<br />We are in our seperate worlds, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;">but we will soon be united, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;">and our love will be complete when i am in your arms and when your in mine.<br />Lets search for eachother, like a scavenger hunt,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">and when we find eachother, our prize will be us,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">together,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">united,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">connected,</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffff00;">us against the world. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><br /></span><br /><br /></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-3569352358994351852009-10-10T14:20:00.000-07:002009-11-22T14:05:47.480-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Okay, i herd this song a while ago and I listened to the words and it really gave me a wake up call to what this world is really like. I want you guys to listen to it. And if you cant listen to it,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">I wrote the lyrics below for you. I think its called "who you represent"by Richie Righteous</span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v+2xOH2Xxwax8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xOH2Xxwax8</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">WHO YOU REPRESENT~ </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >by Richie Righteous</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we represent God</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Who you represent!!? (x7)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Ayo we represent God</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We represent God</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we represent God</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We represent God</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">you gotta keep a close eye on the people that you move with.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Everybody now a days be marching in the movement.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">some ain't gon like what I'm saying in my song</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">cus they be marching for the right to do what is the wrong.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Abortion is a sin. Homosex is a sin.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />And if you were born that way then you can be born again.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">sometimes i really wonder if this world is listening<br />cus</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">we are not the same, i am a christian.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I rep the bible. Christ is what I'm into.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">It should show if he has a relationship with you.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />take up your cross. deny yourself and follow me.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />If you are a man of God you cannot watch pornography.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You can't fornicate so throw away the condoms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I don't care how much honey say she wants em.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Even when they not looking, rep him to the core,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rep him in the public eye and behind closed doors.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Who you represent!!?(x8)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Ayo we represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We represent God</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we represent God</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />We represent God</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">now don't get me wrong,<br />I'm not tryna start a riot</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />But i do believe the church has been too quiet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">while the world is busy marching,<br />legalizing everything,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">but what they really want to legalize is SIN.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">same sex marriages.<br />Lemme just testify,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">when you legalize that then here comes the pedifile.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />End of polygamist. End of one who weed smoke.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Next you know you gon have to legalize..<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">..............................$#^^%#&</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Enduce birth abortion, you are anti life.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />This is a lawless society who's anti-Christ.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">God hates racism and he hates to see injustice,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />The question that I'm asking is where are the churches???</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">They keep telling me 'learn to tolerate,'</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">but when i say what i believe<br />then they tell me that it's hate,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">but i love all sinners and i don't discriminate.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But when it comes to sin i refuse to participate.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Who you represent!!? (x8)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Ayo we represent God.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">We represent God</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we represent God.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">We represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Now come into my classroom, grab a chair, please sit.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A lot of things we think is cool God ain't really pleased with.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You think you get away with it because it's done in secret,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">but you fool yourself because he always see's it.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I been bought with a price and yes i am lovin it.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />God so loved the world that his only son.....<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">..................@*&%$^%&**&</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">On the cross, now I am under his government.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">The rainbow's not a sign of gay pride but of a covenant.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is not a hate speech, this is just a warning;</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">what you call a lifestyle God already called sin.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This world is impatient,they constantly racing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I switched up my style to bring it to your generation.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Who need's salvation?, you are so unaware.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />There's a God up above and he really do care.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But you built up a great wall around you like China,<br />your a perfect disaster.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Tell me, who's your designer??</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Who you represent!!?(x8)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we represent God.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">We represent God.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we represent God.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />We represent God.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ayo we rep rep rep rep represent God.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Now who you represent!!!!!!!?</span><br /></div>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-73028947871476151132009-10-10T11:01:00.000-07:002009-10-10T12:44:59.468-07:00"im a christian" by Maya Angelou<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >My brother showed me this really cool poem</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >by Maya Angelou. Its called "I'm a christian". It spoke to me. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Hopefully it speaks to you. </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'M A CHRISTIAN </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >by Maya Angelou</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When i say..."I'm a christian"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm not shouting "I'm clean living"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm whispering "i was lost,"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >now I'm found and forgiven.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When i say..."I'm a christian"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I don't speak of this with pride.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm confessing that i stumble</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >and need CHRIST to be my guide.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When i say..."I'm a christian,"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm not trying to be strong.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm professing that I'm weak </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >and need HIS strength to carry on.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When i say..."I'm a christian,"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm not bragging of success.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm admitting i have failed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >and need God to clean my mess.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When i say..."I'm a christian,"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm not claiming to be perfect,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >my flaws are far too visible</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >but, God believes I'm worth it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When i say..."I'm a christian,"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >i still feel the sting of pain,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >i have my share of heartaches </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >so i call upon his name.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >When i say..."I'm a christian,"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm not holier than thou,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >I'm just a simple sinner</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >who received God's good grace, somehow.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Author ~Maya Angelou~</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><blockquote></blockquote></div></div>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-33922129295386736092009-09-26T13:16:00.000-07:002009-10-17T10:41:57.891-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" >THE MYSTERY IN ME.......</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The mystery in me,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">You haven't yet figured it out.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">I'm as difficult to figure out as a foreign equation.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">When you meet me you'll stick by me like static electricity.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">But there are certain things inside me, that in a way, define me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The leader in me covers up the weak in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The follower in me covers up the control freak in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The boriqua in me creates the heritage in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The Jennifer in me creates the Jesse </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">in me<br />and the Jesse in me creates the Salas in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The God i serve creates the</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Life in me,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The love in me,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The faith in me,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The trust in me,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The air i breathe,</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">In and out of me, faithfully, and constantly.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">You see, i'm like a soldier in God's army.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">There's also the jerk in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The singer in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The writer in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The poet in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The sanctified troublemaker in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The hater in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The hated in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The nerd in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The paranoia in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The melodramatic in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The New York City sky scrapers in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The the subway stations in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The sound of Hector Lavoe in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">A little bit of east river in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The sound of street performers in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The 7:00 am rush hour in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The taste of juniors cheescake in Times Square in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The encourager in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The music in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The pop, rock, soul, and opera in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">The R&B, hip-hop, Gospel in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">Did you know that there's an artist in me??</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">A voice in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">A light in me</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">That will shine bright eventually.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">I'm like Monet taking the roll of Vango.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">I'm the start of a new generation filled with Picasso's and Da Vinci's.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">I blend in like camouflage, but i stand out of the stereo-typical Puerto Rican.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">But there's still that little bit of punk in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">That little bit of junk in me that i lock away.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">That little bit of soul in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">That little piece of heaven in me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">These things define and create whats inside of me.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)">And even still ya don't know the mystery in me.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-52051464141281979082009-06-23T10:05:00.001-07:002009-10-17T10:43:15.764-07:00Sneaker inspiration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGhLDRrOyasulBnpor_QsxEFRF43SwAUS7qtSOHk6nBT1FbRhk-kq2YRZZCdGXdNSh3CcpKj818M1oEh7z2iNbsVASVQHISBmiocGENomJADnkokvyNdjCgd_Ur8Tq449GRz2Q4Lqp-8/s1600-h/DUNK_HI_jennifer-salas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 353px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350575798227269938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGhLDRrOyasulBnpor_QsxEFRF43SwAUS7qtSOHk6nBT1FbRhk-kq2YRZZCdGXdNSh3CcpKj818M1oEh7z2iNbsVASVQHISBmiocGENomJADnkokvyNdjCgd_Ur8Tq449GRz2Q4Lqp-8/s400/DUNK_HI_jennifer-salas.jpg" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My inspiration for</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51);font-family:verdana;" > this</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51);font-family:verdana;" ><br />sneaker was chocola</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51);font-family:verdana;" >te </span></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51);font-family:verdana;" ></span><br /><p><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51);font-family:verdana;" ></span> </p><p><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color:#cc6600;">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" face="verdana"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"><br /></div></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-38640122418111597722009-06-23T07:20:00.000-07:002009-10-17T10:45:12.158-07:00Not so bad<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Not so bad.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">.....Although, telling the truth might be a way of getting over you. Saying this was pretty much all about you might help me to let go. But if i didn't make my feelings known, then nothing would be different; I'd just be hiding it forever. Telling you might not be too bad, i could get things off my chest. So do i just take that step and scream it at the top of my lungs!? or do shut myself off like all the other times and refuse to let go of any control i had left?? I think that's partly why i hesitated to tell you; having control, knowing that i had the power to just let it out, or play games. I chose to play games for a while, but that didn't last forever. And yes, telling you would mean losing all that power, but..... i took a chance. And it isn't so bad.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-25587482786342742762009-06-21T20:19:00.000-07:002009-10-17T10:47:10.101-07:00i know now.<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;" >I Know Now.</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);" >I know now that speaking my heart to you would be pointless. I know now that if i did I'd make myself look foolish. I know now that I'm only a child and friend to u and that you'd never feel about me the way I've felt about u. I know now that we're not meant for each other. </span></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:verdana;" >I know now that even if we were, you'd never agree to be with someone like me. I know now that God is preparing someone even greater for me, and he's </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)">preparing someone greater for you. I know now that letting go might not be as hard as getting hurt by telling u. And although i want to tell u how i feel so bad, I know now that letting go will probably be the smartest thing i can do in this situation. And as i said earlier, giving up doesnt always mean ur weak, sometimes it means ur strong for letting go..... </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-55570226579531303532009-06-20T22:39:00.000-07:002009-10-17T10:50:50.311-07:00if i spoke<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:verdana;" >If I Spoke...</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><p><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >If i told u what u really meant to me, how would you respond?? would u laugh in my face and turn me away?? Would you lie just to make me feel better?? would u ignore me?? would u even care?? would u care if i told u u were all i wanted?? would u mind if i said i wanted u all to myself?? would it matter to u that i longed to hear your voice, and that your opinion was one of the few that mattered the most when it came to my life style?? would u care if i said you were one of the greatest people i had ever met?? would it be better if i just said nothing at all?? Because if i didn't say anything at all, nothing would be different. But if i spoke, maybe we'd change... ya know??........</span> </span></p><p><span style="color:#6666cc;"><span style="font-size:85%;">BY~JENNIFER SALAS~</span><br /></span></p></span></span></span>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438057600772879703.post-81159273246595317462009-06-19T19:52:00.000-07:002009-10-17T10:54:16.378-07:00My Heart Says<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >My heart says.....</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:verdana;" ><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br />All i wanted wen i met u was to b ur grrl. But i never expected u to like me. I never expected anything to happen because of a lot of reasons. i just hoped that we could grow closer as friends; but u wont even give me that. It's like u act like i don't exist, and wen u do actually hear me speak,it seems like u don't always listen. I hate that i don't really interest you. I hate that u let stupid grrlz flirt with u ; i hate that u flirt back. u never wanna talk to me and... I'm starting to lose hope, hope that we could be more than we are, weather it be friends not. I just wanna tell u so much, i want u to hear how i think, see how i act wen I'm not trying to Impress anyone, including u. And i want to know those things about u. Ya see, I'm interested in everything that u have to say, u just don't feel the same way. But i think ur incredible, one of the sweetests guys i've ever met and through my eyes u truly are a trendsetter. I'd never say that to anyone. I don't expect u to think of me differently anytime soon or ever. I just had to get these feelings out because if i didn't, i'd burst. But after a while i figured</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-family:verdana;" > these feelings cant last forever, they'll b gone soon enough. I have to push past it because giving up doesnt always mean ur weak, sometimes it means ur strong for letting go.....</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;">By~JENNIFER SALAS~</span><br /></div>Jennifer Salashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00853032212061992125noreply@blogger.com0