A Message Behind You.

I really love looking at license plates, and while sitting in hours and hours worth of beach traffic,I can tell you I have seen  some interesting license plates. I personally know my license plate number by heart just incase someone annouces  it over the loud speaker  at a store because I’m parked in the wrong place (It’s happened)

But over my course of driving, I’ve seen a couple of interesting license plates that I actually took pictures of, I wonder if that is considered creepy.

I actually saw this ^  the other day while driving to the gym. My friend Cheekz and I were have a pretty heart to heart deep conversation  when I stopped at a red light, turned my head,started laughing and took out my phone ( the Iphone does wonders) It ruined the entire conversation but I really am happy someone is that clever… ( AMERICA HAS SOME HOPE!)

I saw this license plate on my journey to Nashville Tennessee. It was funny because my mom and I were trying to see where they were going. It was a group of old ladies which made it even more perfect. They didn’t go to Tennessee, I think they went to Atlantic City, but I am not sure.

There was another one I saw that was by far my favorite. I unfortunately did not get a picture of  it ( I was not part of iphone nation at that time) We were in Virginia on our way home from Disney and we stopped at a rest area to go to the bathroom, My friend turns to me and shows  me the best license plate in the history of time. It said KRIPA (Creep-AH) I almost died. It was so awesome, why would one put that on their license, and than I thought about it. I would defiantly do that. As my nickname which I have grown to love, I would defiantly get QKRIPA as a license plate. ( Q stands for Queen, obviously).

My Dad has one with his initials on them and my uncle has his first name. I don’t know if I would want a personal license plate. Its funny seeing them though, when thinking about getting a personal license plate when does getting YADA 3X go into someones head? I love the American Driver.



I’m not Complicated, I Just have Scars.

I look at you wondering

if you don’t give a shit

than why do you read

Why do you listen

to the music my words make?

The problem is my body

is internally infected

bloody, oozing with puss.

For some strange reason

you find beauty in the meanless words

that come out of my foul mouth.

You long to skim

through a notebook noone sees.

You don’t  understand things about me

because there are things you don’t know.

but If you knew them

you would say

“you’ll get over it”

and leave it at that.

You would fail to reconize

that a healing heart takes time.

You fail to grasp the fact that

you don’t know grief

until you expereince it


So I write that way I do

because the blood

that pours out of my fingers tips

comes from soul

and no other place but.