Whats good people its ya girl Anjil. I stay in the A. Well I've graduated high School I use to go to Clarkston, Tucker and a school called Faith Academy. I'm trying to go to Clark Atlanta the fall of 07. I sing, dance, act, draw, and write songs,stories and peotry( visit storywrite.com/anjil to read some of the stories ive written go to allpoetry.com/anjil to read some poems). I am a loving person but fuck with me and you will regret it. So if you want to be my friend then hit ya girl up, and I play baritone... btones!!!!
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Anise Jackson bka Anjil aka Hardkore
Birthday: March 29 1989
Birthplace: New York
Current Location: Atlanta
Eye Color: Chocolate
Hair Color: Red, Brown
Height: 5' 5"
Right Handed or Left Handed: right but i can do some things with my left
Your Heritage: Black , White, Jamacian, and Puetro Rican
The Shoes You Wore Today: Fila's
Your Weakness: Eyes
Your Fears: Squirrels and Escalators
Your Perfect Pizza: Cheese , black olives, and green peppers
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Getting a record deal
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: what the fuck!
Thoughts First Waking Up: Damn I'm late
Your Best Physical Feature: My body, my mind, my truthful ness, basicly me!
Your Bedtime: when i fall asleep
Your Most Missed Memory: marching band
Pepsi or Coke: coke
MacDonalds or Burger King: neither
Single or Group Dates: single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: nestea
Chocolate or Vanilla: both
Cappuccino or Coffee: coffee
Do you Smoke: yes
Do you Swear: hell yea
Do you Sing: yes thats why they call me anjil
Do you Shower Daily: yes must stay clean
Have you Been in Love: yes and it hurts too damn much
Do you want to go to College: yes cau
Do you want to get Married: yes to some one who is like me
Do you belive in yourself: yes
Do you get Motion Sickness: yes ( lol cj) in the car, on the bed.... you get my point
Do you think you are Attractive: yes i am ( fine, sexi, beautiful, gorgoius, as hell
Are you a Health Freak: kinda i don't put everyting and anything in my mouth ;)
Do you get along with your Parents: sometimes
Do you like Thunderstorms: their good for soemthing
Do you play an Instrument: baritone, my voice, piano
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: i think... no ... no i didn't
In the past month have you Smoked: have i iono i smoke too much
In the past month have you been on Drugs: not that i know of
In the past month have you gone on a Date: yes i'm a pimp
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: yes i go like once a week girl got stacks on deck
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: man now i want some
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: ewwww no ... or do you mean tyhe other one
In the past month have you been on Stage: yes im wit atl bomb squad on deck
In the past month have you been Dumped: yes chris yellow ass
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no
Ever been Drunk: yes i've been tore up
Ever been called a Tease: yea thats what they call me
Ever been Beaten up: pussy wise yes .. in a fight i aint gunna lie yes
Ever Shoplifted: yes
How do you want to Die: peacefully and happy
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: a performer, an entertainer, signer , dancer , actor , modle, song writter
What country would you most like to Visit: england
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: anything that complaments them
Favourite Hair Color: anything that isnt their skin color
Short or Long Hair: jsut keep it done
Height: at lest 5' 2"
Weight: iono just really nothing out of shape i love all my peoples ( girls it just depends on you hight)
Best Clothing Style: urban
Number of Drugs I have taken: 1
Number of CDs I own: my cd case was stolen i feel like a jay
Number of Piercings: 3 soon to be 5
Number of Tattoos: about to get one
Number of things in my Past I Regret: why count
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4my poem about poetry:
This Can't Be Poetry.....Can it?Too much
Too less
Too unique
Too understanding
To be categorized as what is called poetryEven though I put my thought in what are called poems
And I call my self a so called poet
But my words don’t always seem to carry the rules too true
And my lines break in odd placesThey pause when I
Do
When my mind takes a breakMy form is not one of taught
But one of thought
Not most words drowned in thought
But let carelessly pulled out from my mind and on to the paperIf this is poetry someone inform all English teachers
If me writing down my feelings and pain and emotions
So that I don’t self destruct
I don’t discombobulate all over the place
Rather do it on the page...can't be poetry feels too realIf this I poetry the news must be alerted
This is worth a bulletin
At lest on myspaceCause here in-between these blue lines and red ones
With black and blue ink, sometimes purple, hardly ever pink
I write as I see
Not necessarily seeing what I write
Or is it both
As my fingers quickly press my keys and type
I look only down to see the letters that I type
And the rhythm of the keys pressed is my song
As I work aloneThis is not poetry for sure
Poetry is taught in book
Boarding and stiff
Too hard for the reader to understand
Poetry is not open and is not something to cower in like a cornerPoetry is about loves lost over some unknown reason and chores
It is about list and nature and things of that nature
This is not poetry
What I write
No
Because I write in slang and the words of my time
...and poetry is written in old time English
This...this can’t be poetry...can it?Extended Network Banner made with MyBannerMaker.com! Click here to make your own!
