Vick, that scumbag.

Michael Dwayne Vick, the mention of his name fills me with disgust. The name makes me want to vomit in my mouth.  That scumbag.

Let me share what I know about Vick and his despicable actions. He was involved in promoting dog fighting for over three decades! And when he was finally caught, he only served a measly 21 months behind bars—less than two years for such heinous crimes! What kind of justice is that? Then, to add insult to injury, he gets drafted by the Eagles—my team! It's infuriating. And what's worse, people started forgiving him just because he played well on the field! I refused to watch the Eagles, but when I heard they were performing well, I reluctantly tuned in. I couldn't deny Vick's talent, but that doesn't absolve him of his past sins. He learned his playing style from studying the cruelty of dog fights—how sickening is that?

The origins of Vick's depravity remain murky, but what we do know is chilling. In 2001, Vick was hosting dog fights in his parents' garage! One dog was injured, and Vick's own father nursed it back to health. Vick promised his father he would stop, but it was a lie. If he couldn't keep a promise to his own family, how could he make promises to America? His father even admitted, "This is Mike's thing, and he knows it." It's sickening. And his mother, instead of condemning his actions, defended him and lied to the media. Disgraceful.

And as if his crimes against animals weren't enough, Vick's repulsive behavior extends to other areas. He knowingly exposed a woman to herpes and used a fake name to seek treatment. The "Ron Mexico" saga became a laughingstock, but the reality is horrifying. And let's not forget his atrocities against the dogs—hanging, drowning, electrocuting, shooting, strangling—the list goes on. What kind of monster does such things?

But Vick's evil doesn't stop there. He's been involved in drug-related incidents, airport security breaches, and even shootings. He's a repeat offender who refuses to stay on the right side of the law.

To Vick's defenders, I say this: you can make all the excuses you want, but deep down, you know he's despicable. You might admire his skills or believe he's changed, but the truth remains—he's a vile human being.

As for the Eagles, I want them to succeed, but not under Vick's leadership. I'm tired of hearing excuses for him—"give him a chance," "he's changed," "he's sorry." Spare me. He might pretend to be remorseful, but he's only sorry he got caught. Enough is enough.

I was fine

This poem was created on 5/11/09 and obviously based on an ex-boyfriend. :-P

 

"I was fine"

You brought laughter, then tears  to my eyes,

You drove me to madness, left me in sighs.

All because of you, my world's askew,

You changed me completely, that much is true.

Before you, I was  solid, unwavering, and strong,

Now, I'm a mess, uncertain where  I  belong.

Once content and fine, now fragile and lost,

Your presence in my life, a hefty cost.

I was fine before you walked into my life, simple and clear,

But you showed me truths,  unveiled my fear.

Now, I'm reclaiming  what once was mine,

Embracing the clarity, leaving behind the decline.

I was fine before you came, that much is clear,

Now,  without you, I'll find my way,  free from fear.

You're my past, where you rightfully belong,

Moving forward, I'll find my own song.

I was fine before  you,  I'll be  fine once more,

Forgetting you, leaving behind what's in store.

Kiss me, you fool. (7/12/07)

I wrote this poem back in 2007.

Updated 2024.

"Kiss me, you fool"

Should I stroll past once more?

Unsure if my presence you saw,

All I wish to convey, my dear,

"Kiss  me, you fool," loud and clear.

A simple kiss, that's all I crave,

To wash away worries, be brave.

I sense your desire, burning bright,

But mere longing won't set things right.

Take me, envelop me in your embrace,

Let your  lips wander, leaving no trace.

Kiss me you fool, with passion untold,

In your arms, let our love unfold.

Here's a secret, just between us two,

Your kisses on my neck, they undo

Every doubt,  every fear, every fight,

Igniting a fire, fierce and bright.

So kiss  me darling, without delay,

Let our love speak in its own way.

Even in a towel, fresh from the  shower,

Peeking's allowed, embrace the power.

Don't hold back, let your passion rule,

For  in your kisses, I find my fuel.

Kiss me, you fool,  with all  your might,

With each kiss, everything feels right.

It all begins here...

That's right. It all starts here. This is a test site, an experiment.

Blogs come and go, some stay because of the passion of the blogger. I can't tell just yet how far this will go, except that it will carry the kind of content that I care about.  I've been wondering if I should start a blog for some time now... I wanted to be able to type down whatever I want... sometimes I feel the urge to type down a poem or a simple paragraph on what was happening to me that day...  I figure that maybe having a blog would satisfy that urge...  

I decided to name my blog "Carpe Diem" which means Seize the Day in Latin because I felt that it's the best fit on how I live on a daily basis.

I have a terrible memory EVER so this "digital diary" would be perfect for me. :)  Or maybe that's just an excuse for me to write (ok...  type).