Contemplation.

I await my future impatiently. In a good way none the less. Day by day I still contemplate on a Career Path. I am pushing for Dental Assisting, but is that really a dream of mine? I have a love people, a love for animals, a love for writing, and a love for learning. My fiance always asks " dear why do you ask so many questions?" Personally I am a curious person. I tend to find myself oberserving every written piece I see. So does this mean I should be a reporter or even a journalist. Oh the possibilites. It wouldn't hurt to go after all my dreams. Yeah, I think that is the safest route for me. That way I will always be satisfied and not dragging along just one career.

Sunflower painting.

I am in the hospital waiting for my brother, while he is in the M.R.I. I am sitting in the waiting room, observing the lovely painting in the corner of the room. In a wooden frame. A vase full of sunflowers, next to what looks like peaches. This painting brings color and meaning to the room. Life would be dull without art and color. I couldn't imagine a life differently. I feel so greatful to have eyes with visiion. Sometimes I think we all take advantage of our blessings. Let's begin to count them and be greatful for what we have, shall we?

Puckering my lips and Shaking my hips.

Dancing all night to the hypnotic tunes. I pucker my lips and shake my hips. His hands on my sides and I am movin to beat. The air is getting humid, by each and every breathe. He pulls me in closer, kisses my neck leaving the mark of a Leper. My eyes get hazy and my knees begin to tremble. Slowly yet forcefully I resist. I just want to pucker my lips and shake my hips darling.

Drinking coffee and eating bagels.

Went to the local coffee shop downtown this afternoon with my husband. We ordered coffee and a honey wheat bagel. We sat ourselves at out usual table. The clock said 4:40. Time to go. The store is closing and rain is overlooking the city. He grabbed my hand as I sipped the coffee. Coffee brings back lovely memories. Pondering this, I recall only sharing coffee with only 3 men in my lifetime. This was going to be the last man I will ever share my coffee with and I am completly okay with that. We drove off into the city, hand in hand, drinking our coffee and eating our bagel.

Trust

Whenever I am down, you bring me right back up. You kiss my hand and say everything is ok. You put me inside your arms and tell me how much you love me. That I am the only girl for you. Everytime I am afraid you know just what to say. Day by day my trust in you is growing. Please keep this promise my love.

Glass slippers.

She paces back and forth in her colorful bedroom. Listening to the crickets chirp , and ponders the future. She is blind to it, but can imagine it in her head. A hand full of roses, a stomach full of butterflies, and a pair of glass slippers being worn. A church full of people, and a gorgeous man wearing a tux at the altar smiling. She is expecting her father to let go.She awaits a beautiful event. Hearing a sudden knock at the door, she shudders and answers, ''yes?''
Her mother responds and greets her with a smile. Comforted by her mother, she texts her fiance, and types I love you.

Beneath these spanish eyes

I live, I breathe, I love, and I dream. I live for God. I breathe for survival. I love my life. I dream for peace. Beneath these spanish eyes Is a living breathing 18 year old. I used to care what others thought of me. I used to obsess on pleasing my fellow friends, but I finally realized that it was indeed ridiculous. I wasn't myself. I wasn't me. I wasn't Jennifer. So with pondering that, I finally put my fears aside and stood my ground. I opened up. I have to say it was a beautiful beginning. Beneath these spanish eyes is a strong heart and a beautiful soul.

Red Rose

I lay in bed sick. Unsure of the illness, nonetheless. Coughing with a slight fever. Laying here I listen to my playlist. Relaxing and enjoying the sweet sound of music. I feel the air slightly through my window, I can see it, I can see it, I swear. Only through the Red Rose canopy. My heart is pounding regulary and my eyes are blinking the same. In that case, why does my mother insist on giving me so much medication. For I only desire natural remedies from Organic stores. However I do appriciate her concern. Earlier my sweetheart brought me soup, bread, and Sunny D. He is quite the generous fellow. I gave him a few pecks on his lips, but was cautious , not intending to give my illness. He knows how to light up my world. I feel blessed to have such a caring fiance. God I give you many thanks for my sweetheart and my loving family. I should fall asleep soon with the breeze blowing gently on the Red Rose Canopy.