Lil_Ms_Trumpeteer
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Name: Whitney Country: United States State: Maryland Metro: PG County Birthday: 9/30/1988 Gender: Female
Interests: I love softball, playin any sports or racing game on PS2, art and photography, music, architecture,interior design, and boys..definitely bOys! Expertise: Trumpet player, straight lunchin, yoga and twisting myself into really weird pretzel like postions, music, writing and drawing just about anything, and bOys!! Occupation: Artist Industry: Engineering
Message: message meEmail: email me AIM: Neosoul Remix MSN: LBoogieMusicGrl Yahoo: dj_coffee_brown Yahoo: wv_littlejohn
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8/13/2004
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|  | Currently Watching The Wiz By Diana Ross, Michael Jackson, Nipsey Russell, Ted Ross, Mabel King see related |
...singing the Crow Anthemanybody who has ever seen The Wiz, will know exactly what The Crow Anthem is--a song sung by musical genius, Michael Jackson and produced by the great Quincy Jones! "You can't win...you can't break even...and you can't get out of the game!" Yea, it's exactly where I am right now. Even as things are looking up, and seemingly going my way I soon realize that "I shall NEVER! Never get down offa this here pole!" Can't wait to start school. I'm so excited, I just wish I had someone to share in my excitement. I've been wanting that special man in my life who can love through the hard times [because I'm sure there will be plenty in a lifetime] and see me for the intelligent, wity, sarcastic, sweet, soulful, creative woman that I am. I open the door, just to have someone look me in my face with bewilderment. I am ME! I will always be ME, with improvements to foster and nuture my own progress. Understanding that I am human, and beautifully imperfect as such...is the key to understand me. | | |
| ..so I remember this guy..he and I were simply getting to know each other and we inevitably stumbled on the topic of music. I said Bobby Womack: he said Bobby Valentino I said Terrence Trent D'arby: he said Trey Songz I say Sister Sledge: he says Soulja Boy In the end he protests, he simply does not like "old folks" music. Shame too, he was cute. But he lacked potiential. I love a man with an old soul; a taste for the old R&B, rock, jazz, hip-hop and reggae music. Of course, I do have a big place in my heart for the new generation of neo-soul, hip-hop and R&B like Jill Scott, Ledisi, Eryka Badu, Anthony Hamilton, T.I, The Roots, Little Brother & Fort Minor. But a man who doesn't appreciate the foundation of music, knows music not at all. Honestly...lol | | |
| Plz..for God's sake SuRPrisE mE!...My life lacks adventure! And quite frankly it's driving me crazy. I dunno, I suppose by now I would have surrounded myself with ppl who could open me up more; teach me things I haven't learned and bring sum great excitement into my life. I thought that's what I was doing. I guess not...smh Should I summon up a plan B? | | |
| So...I decided to jock [hard]Damn. So I haven't been on Xanga in sooo long, but a few days ago Puddin showed me a blog he posted on here. I said, Wow I can't believe you still use this! But for some reason that moment sparked a great amount of nostalga, and I absolutely HAD to revisit my own Xanga page. I couldn't believe it. Even now, re-reading so many poems and reliving so many adolescent emotions has boggled me! I graduated high school, and right around that time [as a friend recently reminded me] drama ensued, revolving around Xanga and I walked away. Terrible, right? So I told him, I made up my mind to blog on here. I used to LOVE Xanga. I was surrounded by artist and poets and intellectuals who appreciated my love of the arts as well; sharing ideas and speaking in forum, commenting, reflecting and constructively critsizing! I miss that. OH, my great and brilliant intellects, PLEASE speak to me once again. I am a lone [wo]man, sitting atop a hill on an island waiting for a word...a voice.... ....a whisper. lol ~W.Victoria Littlejohn | | |
| LiSTeNSsssh! I hear the whispers (Listen..listen..LISTEN) They speak to me I hear (You're not LiSTeNinG!) Speaking words I've never heard before (Pay attention...) They're trying to tell me something I've never known Trying to speak to parts of me That I thought was dead. (You're listening now) Giving me the curse of their voice (Let me in..) Delivering a noise so strong (Open up..) A noise so Loud (Open Up!) A Noise that resonates So POWERFUL (OPEN UP!!) My thoughts are ripped from my conscious mind Suffocating (Feel it..) I just want to be (Do you feel it?) JUST let me BE! (Can't you feel it?!?) Let me have that at least! Let me have ME! (Don't ignore me) Silence engulfs me Cocoons me in my paranoia The whispers continue I HEAR the voices Feeding my delusions. Encouraging my fears to grow wings And take flight... (LISTEN!!!)
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