Jerjan Nikko Alim | I am a singer, songwriter, tattoo model, pole dancer, and aerial silks dancer. I'm in the weed business, music business, and as I said, modeling business. I'm only 5'2 but since. I'm a college student. Formally attended Musician's Institute, now UCLA, majoring in Music Business. Because, no matter how cool you are, knowledge is never out. I collect watches, bongs, books, and all sorts of pocket knives. I have an obsession for Angelina Jolie & pit bulls. I have 2 UKC certified purebreed pitbulls. My next goals is to rub elbows with Ms. Jolie. I was a California 51/50 when I was a minor, crazy past, but it makes me a survivor.History is my favorite subject. I also happen to know a lot of facts about serial killers. Anything gruesome, morbid, and dark catches my interest. I'm mixed: Filipina, Persian, Chinese, and Spanish. I am uncommonly inquisitive ; relentlessly ruthless ; irrationally emotional ; impulsively spontaneous ; annoyingly meticulous ; adventurous with a large dose of rebellious. Also, I have a crazy judge of character. Good company with stimulating conversations are always a must for me. Let's be friends?
I took that kiss for granted.
I spent so many nights with you
where my lips were raw the next morning
that I didn’t make a fuss over a kiss
that lasted the blink of an eye.
I wish I had known.
I wish I had know that would be our last kiss
because I would have stayed with you lips pressed to mine
a little longer,
held on a little tighter,
had my thoughts roar a little louder,
so you could hear them screaming,
‘I can’t lose you.
I can lose everything else, but not you.
Please dear God.
But I didn’t.
And I wished that
that half a second could have been enough
to last me the rest of the forever you promised.
But it wasn’t.
And it never will be.
And now all I taste on my lips
is stale cigarette smoke,
and I will never understand how
something can burn so sweetly.
It’s like you’re caught inside my soul,
and you haunt me every minute of every day
because I feel your absence everywhere,
and it feels like I’ve been cut open
with a jagged piece of glass.
You left scars on my mind
and footprints on my heart,
and lately I find myself biting my lip
and waking up to the taste of blood
in my mouth at 3 a.m.,
swearing to God I would trade the rest of my hours
to relive that one
half a second.
You should know…
between your legs,
lies a garden of
And I can’t wait to kiss your
Water you until wet,
And lay over you
like the Sun.
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.
I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each.
I don’t care if I fall in love to a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell.
Your loving words mean nothing when your actions scream disinterest.
Sleep doesn’t relieve my exhaustion anymore.
Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen; they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.
I love tattooed women, maybe because they are uncontrollable, they are themselves to the point of drawing symbols of their power on their skin. Talk about owning your own body, being in your body, claiming yourself. I love it. When the world is in an uproar over whether women should have a choice or not when it comes to their own bodies, being tattooed is one of the most visible choices of all.