For I am a dreamer...

Finally, I was able to finish making my graphics for one of @insanecimorelli's poems :) 1) grayish touch 2) colorful

Hey. In behalf of the hate tweets you received from the CimFam, I apologize. I really do, for the hate tweets you received earlier. It's just that we think the girls really don't deserve such mean comments. (And same goes to you, so sorry for the tweets you received) I know nobody can please everybody, and it doesn't excempt them nor does it excempt Austin and Cody. But everyone deserves respect, do they? That's why I'm taking time to actually tweet you in a civil manner. I know we are all entitled to our opinions, but I think how we deliver such opinions matter :) The way you tweeted Lauren earlier was offensive. I know you tried your best to not sound offensive, but it came off as such on our perspective. And I don't think a 13-year old deserves to be treated like that, or any other young girl, I believe, like you. So, it hurts me to know that she was able to read those tweets (and it somehow hurts me that you received hate tweets too). Lauren's a ver...

I am really tired of people making me hope for something to happen, telling me that I'll get this if I do that, that eventually I'll have what I want. But no, every stinking promise goes down the drain. Every single time. I tried my hardest in everything that I did, improved my grades, maintained my scholarship, be a good girl, never go out, not drink, not smoke, never give 'em heart attacks by coming home late. Yet, every single effort of mine seemed to be wasted. I know I should've done those things not for the rewards that I get, but for myself. For my own health and safety. However, they always have something to offer me every time. And I, being a teenager born in this technological era, couldn't resist but fall into their schemes and get my hopes too high. But in the end, to no avail. I'm tired of keeping my hopes high, I'm tired of depending on 'em, I'm tired of their broken promises. I'm just sooo tired. :(

Yeah. My heart is tired. From loving, from waiting, from providing my body with oxygen, from pumping, from everything. I'm too tired of it's fragility. My brain's fighting to strengthen my heart, but my heart refuses to cooperate with the brain. Why does this have to happen? A while ago, I felt rejuvenated, alive, full of zest. Now, I feel like a total mess! Every time I stop and listen to my heart, it pounds loudly that it hurts.. sooo feeskin' much! I don't know if this is a  medical condition that needs attention or whether it's just brought about by my insane hormones. *deep sigh* I think it's time for me to stop caring for it too much and let it go on it's own way. It's getting tired of the walls that my brain builds around it. My brain is too much of a protector, my heart is too much of a weakling. What to do? What to do? Fact is, I don't know to whom my heart is achin' for. When I think about the previous one, I couldn't come...

C.I.M.O.R.E.L.L.I Oh how they changed the course of my life. Christina Lynne, Katherine Ann and Lisa Michelle, Amy Elizabeth, Lauren Christine and the youngest Danielle. Oh! I think I forgot to add it in, Danielle's middle name is Nicole, not really the youngest of 11 siblings. Yeah, just to give you a clue, They also have 5 brothers who can sing too... The oldest being Mike Jr, age 23, Followed by Alex, Christian, Nick and Joey, Currently 15, 10, 9 and 7 respectively, All beautifully raised by Lynne and Mike Cimorelli... Oh the girls are 21, 20, 18, 16, 13 and 11, And once they start singing, you'll have a taste of heaven :) So go and check them on youtube.com, Search "Cimorelli" because they're the bomb!!!!

I saw, you posted... "She's already gone", you said. I flinched and wished you knew, That my heart also bled for you. Bled -- because she left you alone, Bled -- for your heart is torn. "If only", I sighed to myself. If only you knew what my heart felt. "I'm here", I would've verbalized, If only I lived right by your side. What can I do, we're oceans apart, If only I can just mend your broken heart. I'll just watch from afar, Even though it pains me. To see you crumble for her, And yet "her" doesn't realize how blessed is she. I guess life is just like that, Things happen -- whether we like it or not. I do hope that you'd be okay in no time, And face anew, this thing called life. God just has HIS purposes in HIS mind, For you yearning her, her taking a stride, And me hoping that "we" may happen, If only.. If only you knew that I existed...

Behind those small brown eyes, a story to be told, A girl who seemed strong, fierce and bold. But no, no, no - that's on the outside, This girl's pain is nowhere near sight. Pain from being misunderstood even by the people she kept close. Pain brought about by her painstaking loss, Of her identity because of what others said. Pain from loving someone who never knew she existed. She almost gave up, yes she did. The light was too elusive for her sight. She crumbled, she screeched -- her unheard creed, But her face showed no sign of grief. For she doesn't wanna let anyone know, Including her friends, family, and all the ones she kept close, To see her weak, vulnerable and worthless, So a smile she showed -- which was the hardest. So, take a look again of my small brown eyes, See not the color, not the shape nor the size, Look deeper, and tell me what you see. Save me... Cause I need you.. I need you to save me.. Save me from this monster dwelling insid...

I've made one mistake, they tell me I can't undo. Just one wrong choice, and my life will forever be skewed. I cannot follow excellence if my heart's not in it, So listen please, oh no- I think my time has ended. Yes, I chose Nursing on my own. But I made the wrong choice, they pushed me on. Saying I have to finish because I started this, Closing all my options, disregarding my lists. They already have it in their minds, What I'll be, my job, pushing my own voice aside. They already envisioned me as a nurse, Well, have they thought about my heart and it's voice? I think about my dream, of my heart's deepest desire, With pens and papers, passion's lighting like fire. But then I have to stop and halt my train of thoughts, Because I will never have that life -- forever in sought. Writers -- underappreciated, underpaid, not in demand. Nurses abroad, payrolls, big cash on hand. Big house, cars, tours and travels, The...

Katherine Ann Cimorelli :D Happy 20th birthday to one of my angels! May God continue to bless you! Love you always :)