Something to think about....

“ Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope. ”

— He’s Just Not Into You

Always Blushing

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Jessica Michelle

I have and always will be a self proclaimed nerd... and I love it...

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Jessica Michelle

It's finally here!

My First book! I am so excited!!! This is something that I have dreamt of for a VERY long time! I wrote "Patches" about 5 years ago, but I never had the courage to move forward and take the steps to get it published! Well, with the help of two amazing men (Paul Gruber and Chris Casanta), my dream has come true.
Patches is the first of many books to come. And now, it is available on AMAZON.COM!!!!
Patches on AMAZON!!!! Click here!
I am so excited about all the dreams that are now becoming a reality!

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Jessica Michelle

"Moonlit Skies" by Jessica Michelle

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"My Eyes" By Jessica Michelle

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Jessica Michelle

just think.

"If you were happy with the wrong one, 

just think of how happy you will be 

when the right one comes along..."

        Isn't it a shame how quickly we let our hearts cling to someone who isn't deserving? To someone who, in all honesty, had no reason to get so close in the first place? But, what's worse is that so often, there is some place deep down inside of us that knows something isn't right. And, despite this nagging feeling, we continue to let our heart grow more attached, only to be hurt in the end. Why do we do that? Why do we push aside what our hearts are telling us? 

       I have asked myself this questions quite a few times. And I could never  come up with an answer. So, rather than drive myself crazy over the why of  it, I have just decided to change it. I am no longer putting someone else's heart above my own. 

       Despite the ridiculousness that we sometimes allow into our lives, one thing is for sure....

Always Blushing,

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Jessica Michelle

"Still I RIse" Maya Angelou

"Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
— Maya Angelou

tags: poem

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