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Gotta Catch'm all, Bishoujo! |
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**WARNING! EXTREME RANTING! I MAY PISS A LOT OF PEOPLE OFF SO STOP READING IF YOU FIND IT OFFENCIVE**
Things are seeming more pathetic and petty to me..
Like in history class..
I feel bad for the teachers, having to teach their own students lies... As they say "History is written by the victors", or however that goes... Really true... And this doenst keep the victors from lying eather, for the history books... I had to learn about the civil war two ways;
One, the way teachers are forced, by law, to teach..
And the other the way it was actually put down.. I use to be homeschooled, so I had abecket books, which, each book is about 50 years old or.. something allong those lines; Well, atleast, it was written before the word "Fun" was invented. (Truly! If you read, they use the phraze "Good sport" because they hadnt the word fun, yet.) This book taught the civil war in a whole nother way, that, hey, actually makes since, and completes the puzzle!
But teachers wont hear it.. Well, teachers from north USA, who move to us southern states... Most really southern teachers wont argue, but by law, they cant say I, or anyone else who's saying this, is right...
Kind of sad...
Something else that is bothering me is Homophobia.
I cant stress just how stupid it is just to hate gay people because they're gay! There is absolutely NO REASON why straight people cant or shouldnt get allong with gay people. I understand-- maybe when you were younger you got hit on by somebody gay-- but please!! Geez! You dont ahve to be a damn gay-hater when you grow up, just because somebody had a crush on you!
There is NO REASON why people should hate gay people! Absolutely NO REASON! And I cant grasp any reason why people should! It's absoluetly pointless. Why, it's as pointless as hating jews and deciding your the perfect race; so you kill them all. What is the friggin point people?!?
Oh my gosh! They're poisonous! They're full of all sorts of weird deseises! EWWWW! Guess what. Statistics show 1 out of every 4 americans have some sort of worm, wether it's tape worm or whatever living inside of their intestants. I'm more afraid of these "ewww" peoples than gays and lesbians. Hate them if you will!
I'm just saying, it takes more energy to hate them than to be nonchelant and NOT CARE wether they like their own FRICKEN GENDER or NOT!
On that note, GAY PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE THE RIGHT TO MARRY.
so all you greedy little straight, homophobic people who feel that it's wrong for gay people to get married-- get over your big, fat selves, and do something right for other people!
Did you know that there are some orphaned kids that could have parents right now if their gay parents could only get married? Something you voters voting "no" for gay marriages could PREVENT?
Nah, really! Like if some poor kid parent's died, and in the will they're handing their kid over to this really wonderful person, but only if he or she has a spouce to help them out... but they happen to be in love with somebody of the same gender.
"Tough", you say? It's not going to kill you guys to let other people love each other in peace, now is it? Infact, you might get this overwhelming nice, warm feeling that you've done something nice for somebody else who deserves to be loved!
See, I dont get humans! Prejudice! Race, colour, religion, pride, GIVE IT UP!
To be honest; I dont care if your black, white, brown, green, purple-- I'll dislike you all untill you prove to me I shouldnt. That's just the way it'll be. I dont care about your colour, I'm not "racist", I just dont like people in general. So get off your high horse, because it aint all because of your skin. Get over yourself. I do this to everybody.
And I dont care if your Christian, Jewish, Morman, Wiccan, Hindu, Satanic, Athiest, or even Pastrastrian-- It doesnt matter! I dont care! I really dont! I wont fear you touching me or cursing me or smiling me! Why do general people freak out so bad at people who arent in their religion?
It's not just "One is right, and the rest is wrong, fear the wrong". No! You have no right to say what is right or what is wrong. Newsflash, you arent dead yet. You dont KNOW. That's the thing-- it's all based on faith, so have faith! Be proud in it! But dont take it to the degree that all others before you are wrong, because they have their faith too, and they will genuinly kick your a** if you tell them this.
So just make it easy on yourself, and dont care about it. It's not like it should matter to your fuzzy a** anyway.
Oh, and btw, the "Satanic" you watch in movies, and even on the history channel.. Not really satanic. Dont give in to that comercial version. Read the Satanic Bible, and you may be inlightened. xD heart
As for gays.. I'm not just saying "Dont worry about gay people" because I'm gay, because I'm not.
Actually, in public I say I'm bi, but I dont even think I'm that. I'm not gay, I'm not bi, I'm not straight. I totally dont care about anybody in any sexual way-whatsoever. So I suppose it's easy for me to say "I dont care if a lesbean girl is hitting on me" when I AM a girl... but then again, I also dont care if a straight guy is hitting on me eather. Wow. Makes me weird. I dont take offence to people having crushes; oh my! :O *Fake sarcasm*
Now, with all that said,
QUIT GIVING A DAMN ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES!
Who the f*** cares if somebody is gay?
Who even f***ing cares if they're straight?
Who cares if YOU are Black, native american, indian, asian, or whatever! If somebody gives you crap, it's probably not due to your colour--if they specifically SAY it's for your colour, than they're just trying to see a rise out of you! Dont give them the damn rise! They'll do it again just to see it again! Just dont care, and they'll get bored with you! Guh!
And who cares if somebody isnt uptight Christian like you are, hm?
Rah..
Though, I'm not going to defend stereo types...
Because at the same time, they're all right, and they're all wrong.
I say, be yourself. Dress yourself, not the image.
If your tired of people calling you emo, then truthfully, it's your own damn fault for dressing "emo". Be you, dont give into a style! Styles are fads, fads fade away, dont fade away with it. They're also looked at in horrible ways, making people judge you.
If you dont want to be judged as "another one of those types of people", then dont give the look.
It's your own damn fault so quit complaining.
"I dont want to be judged!"
"I dont want to be looked at as a jock!"
Then quit giving that impression.
In all honesty, to those people looking like preps, or goths, saying "I dont want to be judged", give it up. You do. Secerately you do, and that's why your dressing in a certain "style", to be noticed, to be judged. And by being judged, you give off the look you desire, or may not desire.
If you want to keep people away from you and leaving you allone, continue to dress goth or emo, just dont complain about being judged. This goes for everybody!
Honestly, I dont give a flying rat's a**, mainly because my stereo type is just "freak" or "anime freak". I dont care, eather.
We are ALL judged,
and we ALL judge others!
I judge who's SAFE TO TALK TO or not!
If you look too pretty, too pink, too sparkly, your not safe to me because you'll judge me too, and I'll see you as a snob, whlie you'll see me as something bad for your image. While, I'll judge other 'freaks' like me as friends; allies; people I can confide too because we're all impressed by the ways we can stand out most.
Quit crying about judging,
because you judge, and you want to be judged. You just lost your meaning of the WORD judged, because it's so clichély used now as a word meaning "You grouped me together and I dont like that".
Truthfully, you let yourself be grouped. Dont like that, tough. Change your image that somebody else doesnt hord with a bad reputation.
"Cutting", "Snobbish", "Bullies", "Nerdy", the list goes on.
It's your own damn fault.
Everybody.
Though, to correct myself, to those people who actually DONT look like a stereo-type, good for these people. These people can actually say "I dont want to be judged" and get away with it, because they're doing something about it.
Sorry if I pissed anybody off, I'm just sick of everything at this moment. Reading fanfictions about bullies, and kids fearing peer pressure and identifying themselves,
and of corce just life in general...
 o_Sousui_o · Mon Jan 29, 2007 @ 06:53am · 1 Comments |
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The little things in life |
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It's funny how if you ever get bored, and begin watching TV during the day time, and nothing is on, you'll just scroll by and find something. Maybe once, or twice, you'll land on a soap opperah, and rather than watching a two-hour long infomercial, you decide to watch it.
And you watch these, going "These are all rather horrible, spontanious events that could never accur chronologically like this so close together as they are." Rather it's this crazy lady who was married and had six children and got amnesia, and some how remembered her way ex-ex husband.. and.. well.. You get the picture. It's really unrealistic with the crazy-horrible events that appear way too close to eachother, and otherwise seem too rare to happen.
And then it hit's you one day "Holy hell! This is my life! My life is an f-ing soap opperah for teens who have nothing better to do than find fake happiness in the saddness soap opperahs bring!" That kind of brings me down a little bit.
I realised last year that you should never say "Oh well, it's so bad. It cant get any worce-- it has to get better" with a smile on your face, because everytime I did that last year it always got worce, proving me wrong with a vengence.
Only when I relised "it will never get better" did it. Just goes to show you, life doesnt want an optemistic person on earth.
But I forgot that lesson this year, and regretfully I'm watching things happen that are perfectly normal for highschoolers to experience.
They're just so unnaturally close to one another and so ironically fake like a soap opperah, it makes me think I took those shows for grannet.
And I'm not talking about what I wrote about in my last entries, eather...
Sort of, bigger problems, that hardly anybody I think, has relised; and if they have, they've been trying to push it down because they're in denial of what will happen.
Like one of my friends for example; well, atleast, my mom says that she's a ticking time bomb.... I wouldnt say that she's really "ill" or even "sick", but nevertheless, things are very wrong with her. Her lungs are ripped in multiple spots, she coughs like a horse every single day (I know cause I have two class periods with her everyday, and she coughs so hard, so much, every 5-10 minutes).
It's the same kind of cough you'd have during bronechitus, only magnefied to a higher degree of loudness and scrapyness.
Docters keep giving her catscans and still cant figure out what's wrong with her;
It's not cancer, and her lungs are indeed ripped... and she's had this since she was 10. It's just been getting worce and worce, and now they're finally believing her that it isnt a hypercondriact thing. (How can you fake a horse-cough, anyway?)
I dont know if she's really afraid or not, or even if she's aware of what the big issue is because she's pumped on morphene everyday at school, and if she's not on that, she's in too much pain to understand anything.
My mom has some history in this stuff, though, and tells me since it's been going on for years, and the fluid is ripping her lungs (it's an infection, btw, a bad one), than it's probably Blablablabla I forget the name of it... <,< And that it's just a matter of time, and that she probably wont be saved....
I'm not worried about death, to be honest.. I dont want to sound cold hearted, but even if my closest friend or parents died, I wouldnt cry much because it feels so natural to me.. I've already had a few deaths in my lifetime, and felt how it's completely normal, natural, and I'm just not that effected by it now... But even still. It's the bigger picture. If somebody cries, I'm going to cry too sort of thing.
Well, I probably shouldnt count my chickens before my eggs hatch.. or.. however that saying goes...
But it's good to be prepared nevertheless, and what the docters dont know, my mother and I have a 'feel' for.
*sigh*
Theres other stuff too, but I only feel like typing this much.
o_Sousui_o · Wed Jan 24, 2007 @ 05:42am · 0 Comments |
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My tablet is broken.
My kitty was in a knawing mood one day, and chewed up the wire to my tablet. >_<
Well, the wire has been replaced (since it would cost too much to replace the tablet),
but now my tablet is very tempermental.
I love drawing on the computer more than on paper-- for reasons unkown to me. ^^;
It's not that I cant draw with it any more-- because I can, be aware of that. Only,
while I'm drawing, my tablet will turn off for however long it wants to, and then come back on randomly.. and then flash back off. -_- Before I know it, I'm moving around the wire for 30 minutes straight in hopes a flicker of light would return back to my precious pad of dreams.
*sighs* I've almost given up.
If anybody has a tip for me, or SOMETHING that will keep my tablet from being as tempermental,
PLEASE inform me! >_< It's driving me mad!
In Einstien's words... "Insanity: Repeating something over and over again, expecting different results."
*continues trying to work out Tablet*
o_Sousui_o · Sun Jan 21, 2007 @ 05:31am · 0 Comments |
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Does it sometimes feel quiet to you, even though everything is alive and well all around you?
It almost feels like the cold of winter might just blow you into a ditch and start raining cold, winter rain.
My popcorn is burnt, my parents are yelling at one another, and my friends are upset.
My dad isnt very good at hiding his anger, eather. He tries, and we all knows he tries,
but when he's really mad, his hands fidget while he stares at them, or his arms would be glued to his chest, as close up to his ribs as he can force them;
His face scrunches up, and his usual 'always angry' tone of voice, turns to a soft, yet sharp mumble. "What's the matter, Dad?" I may not like him much, but it hurts me when people are upset. "Nothing, dont worry about it." He'll fidget his fingers more, his eyes low as they can be.
*sigh* So impossible.
I wonder what's up?
Aside from that, I found the sheet of paper with the writings on it that I made my spell for Kelly with.
I showed it to him bitterly in hopes he's get the idea.
I'm not too sure he did...
So I reverted to my old childish self, from when I use to kick him on his shins in 7th grade because he emberrassed me, now, and just as weak as I did before, but because I told myself I should.
Then he grumbled and said "It's just Kriss. I dont mind."
That made me mad that I was reffered to "Just" Kriss. <_< He should mind! He should know why I'm so upset. I mean... I yelled for an hour straight about it in the mornings.. only he left by then.. xD I'm sure Bryce caught him up as to "Why Kriss left promptly and began crying". I'm so weak sometimes.
So then he looked at me, after I kicked him in the shins for the second time, and he kicked me back! Wow! I was impressed! All this time he always abided by the "chiverlry code", and never wanted to hit me when I hit him, or kick me when I kicked him, and I'd be upset cause I just wanna be one of the guys... And for the first time, he kicked me!
As sad as it sounds, that made me so happy! ^^ It didnt hurt.. But I guess he figured out I wouldnt mind...
And then I kicked him back in laugher, and he laughed back and tried to block, poorly.
Then he patted my cheek playfully as we went 'mini-sparring' through the caffeterea.
I thought it would be a good idea to get his cheek back. After all, it was only fair!
So as I went for a kick, and he so carefully blocked my foot from connecting with him, I brought my hand allong and came to what I thought was a gentle pat, equil to the pat I had recieved from Kelly.
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..His glasses went flying to the other table, and his head was crooked to the left.
My guilt, wanting to take hold of me for hitting the boy so hard, fought with my insides, as I felt that he needed that for what he did to me first.
The fight betwene the two sides of my concience halted when his voice range through my head. "Well, I deserved that." He muttered as he felt around the table for his glasses... It was unusual. He wasnt glaring at me like usual when I annoy him. He wasnt happy or upset eather. He was all around unnemotional.
Usually, if anybody messes with his glasses, he'd yell at them.
And instead he just cleaned them off and walked away.
Thats when the guilty side of me triumphantly danced upon my inside's grave, but, my feelings werent going to subside so easilly. It wasnt till third period did I begin to really feel bad.
By lunch time, I kept going on about how bad I felt, and how I should say sorry.
It's really sad that it took this long for me too feel bad,
but now it's eating me from the inside out like everything else.
What's worce is that he told me he deserved that.
For some reason, that just adds to the guilt. <_<
I really dont know my strength, or something.. I honestly ment to just pat his cheek, but ended up giving a full fledge slap. >_<
I feel so bad.
Poor guy.
I probably hurt him...
Gah, crap.. I feel bad..
I remember the first time I got slapped... It didnt hurt.. stung a little, but didnt hurt... Though it did scare the crap out of me...
o_Sousui_o · Tue Jan 16, 2007 @ 10:55pm · 0 Comments |
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I swear! I can get anything right as of late!!
Sensei's mad at me,
I'm mad at Kelly,
"Satan" is getting Everybody pissed off!
And in all, I feel like a total failior!
Like for Krae-sensei,
I was just talking about my cake competition, and how I have a stupid cake, and I hate stupid things, and he got all offended because I had called him stupid awhile back for jumping off a cliff, because the way I got it from his explenation, he was "testing his capacity"-- and now he's all offended, and I'm trying to crack stupid jokes just to lighten things up, but everybody is taking it wrong as thought I'm trying to be mean or something, when I'm just trying to play and lighten the mood, hoping that Krae-sensei was joking too, and it's just infuriating because he's NOT stupid, and I KNOW that, but now I've made a total jackass of myself!
GAH I HATE THIS!!
And Kelly was a stupid b*****d recently because I worked so hard on doing a dragon spell for him, which I hardly EVER do spells anymore, unless it's really important to me, and the paper I drew the dragon spell on had 3 different kinds of writing, all really old, acient types. Dragon righting, Mage writing, and the other one, I forget what it's called.. but it's not like I just LOOKED UP an f'ing spell! No! I made it myself! Got out an alphebet list of all three of those, and composed a very long spell, with crap written all over the place! I was so proud of myself.. took 3 hours in all to look up each letter and draw it down..
But he was a stupid b*****d, and refuses to believe that I actually knew what I wrote down because he's allmighty just like God, and so he feels I was possessed or some crap, or just copied it down from somewhere else, and it could actually be a really stupidly fart-filled curse, and so he showed it to his mom to translate..
and she's suppose to be the really INSIGHTFUL WICCAN of the familly,
and SHE COULDNT EVEN FIGURE OUT THAT WHAT WAS WRITTEN ON THERE, SHE COULD HAVEJ UST LOOKED UP HERSELF!
"Ah! Those are real ancient writings! YES! IT'S A CURSE!" AND SHE RIPPED IT UP!
All that HEART I put into it! It's like.. Really, ripping my heart because I put so much care into it!
And you know what it was?
The best damn protection spell ANYBODY could of thought up and create-- RUINED by his trusting his stupid mom who doesnt even know the difference betwene "readable information" and "information I just wont read" more than ME! The person who CREATED THE DAMN THING!
GAH I regret it so much...
I'm not talking to him anymore,
infact I refuse to.
But still, i wish that he would come up to me and say SOMETHING about it AT LEAST. Opologies or SOMETHING. Atleast figure out what was going on and how stupid he was. Geez.
While "Satan", the security gaurd at school that I have trouble with..
Is like.. as old as FATHER TIME,
yet is still as imature as a 9 year old bully! I hate him! I really do! I hate him! He makes me quiver and anger! Litterally!!
I mean! He actually calls my friends and I names like "Pinokeo", when it has NOTHING TO DO with lying or anything! Ben is trying to protect our friends, and he calls, nice, little 'ol Ben who couldnt hurt a fly even if he was blackmailed to, Penokeo! Wtf! And so my debateful nature spirks up to defend all of my friends who would be so immaturely insulted, and ask him calmly as I can "Why did you call him Pinokeo? Was he lying?" "No" "Then he's not Penokeo", and what not, trying my best not to just laugh at his face and tell him that I'll want to talk to the principle to arange a new security gaurd with an IQ above 50...And so then I get frustrated from holding so much back and I just blow up and hypervenelate, while killing whatever is in my hand, because I want to hurt somebody for that dude's rude insolence.
GAH!
On top of that, I started my period this morning, so I have no intuitive feeling telling me that I'll make things better soon.
But yeah. I'm so stupid; I'm ashamed of myself. =_=;
o_Sousui_o · Sat Jan 13, 2007 @ 04:58am · 1 Comments |
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This is the start of the FIRST EVER "Sousui Recogmends Time", where I, your host, Sousui, will recogmend for you random crap. Give me a request, and I will recogmend things for you!
First up!
Manga.
For manga, I recogmend you read the comedy Shounen manga, Gintama. It is hardly known by ANYBODY but it's really good nevertheless. It needs more publicity for the greatness that is Gintama:
For Anime, I recogmend you watch Puni Puni Poemi, for the outgoing pervert:
Fruits Basket for the loving soul withen us all:
And Serial Expermimental Lain for those of you who enjoys art and deep thinking:
If you want a site to dish out manga scanlations, I recogmend Mangarun.com, because currently, it's the easiest library of scanlations to look at; by not having to download or bittorrent anything, just click on a link and go to each section. It's a wonderful site, you'll thank me later.
For movies, I recogmend you watch Donnie Darko as soon as possible, unless your stupid. Stupid people shouldnt watch Donnie Darko:
Instead, what I recogmend for you lovable stupid people, (^_^) is Moulin Rouge. It is a great musically inclined movie, where you can fall in love with the leads as you learn to cry and laugh again:
That's all I'm recogmending for right now. ^^ Tune in next time~
o_Sousui_o · Wed Jan 10, 2007 @ 05:17am · 0 Comments |
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A is for Almost,
Which I almost made all the way,
The foremost moment,
If you dont mind I say,
Was almost the day
I seemed to almost give it my all,
Of which my priorities didnt lay
On that surely windy day in fall,
But I gave it my all!
...almost...
B is for Bummed,
Which I am all the time,
Too bummed to go shopping,
Too bummed to even whine.
Bummed enough to not want to go outside,
But not bummed enough to not keep me where I lie,
For bummness is a moment in which I keep time.
C is for Catostrophic,
For that is where the world dies,
When tsunamis strike
And the opinions of leaders colide.
The moment the car's gas hits the air,
Not a second for this world, is it fair,
For we are more catostrophic
than the nature the globe shares.
D is for Dumb,
Which I and you too are,
For most the world's population
Are dumb, come near and far.
The second you think
"No this poet's insane",
Is the moment your linked
to this dumb poet's vain,
For you can stop reading
Whenever you desire.
Go look around you,
And then call me a liar.
E is for Exiting,
Exiting out the building door,
Exiting out the problems;
The ones that keep you soar.
I may exit out that door,
And we'll all exit forever more.
In and out, we're exiting more,
From problems to doors,
To responciblities and work,
We shouldnt stop exiting nor
Destroying our door.
F is for F***!
HA! Only joking.
F is for Fool
Which you can clearly see I am.
It is because of a fool do you see,
The clear difference betwene right and wrong,
You and me,
The happy to logical,
For ignorence truly is bliss,
I'd rather be a fool and happy,
Than to have my whole life intirely missed.
G is for Go,
As in Go out that door!
Be alive and just Go!
And travel upon your heart's lore
and to Go be yourself!
Go and find it inside you,
To go and find love,
To go and be loved,
To go and experiment,
For whatever reason you may not go,
I'll provide answers,
But I'm only formillior with "No".
H is for Haste,
Which means you wont care
If you dont take your time learn
Than you'll end up with a scare,
When you find you've fondled your work,
And rushed too much,
Then you'll rince your brain,
and forget even more than your lunch.
I is for Me, Myself and Gimme,
Gimme a pony,
I want it for myself,
For theres nothing I want
Than for attention me needs,
For attention I want,
and for all the gimmes I could have.
But I must keep my mouth taped shut,
For I need to.
For there arent enough Gimme's to go around,
I dont have one for myself,
Not a Gimme to be found.
J is for when Joking goes too far,
When I go over the top,
and when feelings are trapped in a jar,
For jars can be broken,
And feelings, they too,
Are delicate in a 'nough said way,
To have yarn ripped from a loom.
Indeed, joking is fun.
Joking is grand,
But when joking goes too far,
You inconciderence is painted on your own damned hand.
K is for Kindness
Which Earth lacks too much of,
When Houses are put to fire
And when we are deprived of love.
Kindness may prevail
In a way that may strike and reveal
The world's coming togetherness
In a non-selfsentered understanding of what's real.
L is for Longing.
I'm longing to tell
of what I'm longing for is vastly irriplacable.
I'm longing for friendships,
I'm longing for love,
and I'm longing for the censership that TV forgot,
and havnt uphelled.
I'm longing for the sanctitude that your presance may bring,
And for the flowers on vines called roses
That I know wont change a thing,
but the Sent! Oh! The sent!
To know that I am loved, and cherished with that strong,
Mature rose's sent!
I long for these things,
And I long for that moment.
M is for Missunderstood,
Like the child in the corner of their bland empty room,
Missunderstood like the fox caught with the wolve's chicken,
Missunderstood is just Missunderstood,
In which we all feel oh so constantly.
M is for Missunderstood for a reason, you know!
It is a deducation for the ones reading this to know
That Yes, I understand you in a nonunderstanding way,
That you may not understand this,
But I'll understand you may not or that you may,
In which any case, I'm understanding, wouldnt you say?
A deducation for that child is grand!
A deducation for that fox is swell!
As long as you dont keep this understandment behind your tail,
It'll be grand, and you'll learn not to fail.
N is for Nothing.
For all I have to say is Nothing,
And the message Nothing carries,
is not a message at all,
for nothing is nothing of a matter for all.
See nothing is something,
but something not clear.
So nothing is clear,
and then I find myself tripping in tears,
for I'm confused now, oh dear!
O is for Oppression,
The deep form of depression
Of a group of or a nation of
certain speculation.
Oppression is dark,
For only the strong may know,
How weak you are in an opression,
and how by that you may grow.
P is for Popular,
For that I care not!
The Popular are clones,
The Popular can only find company in themselves,
Becasue The Popular only know their phones,
And of their clones,
of which no origionallity may spring,
No individulality may string,
For only The Popular may seem
that The Popular are one person
but in many bodies in flings.
So do not be The Popular.
Q is for Queen,
For example,
I am the queen of my mountain,
I am the goddess of my creating my imagination's world,
I am the empress of my style,
Though this is not just for a girl.
For I know many queens who are not,
But I wont go there in this poem,
Because there arent even a lot.
R is for Rest,
Which in these days I need.
I need rest from the daily life,
Rest from being the lead.
I need rest to keep my smile,
Indeed.
I need rest, for rest needs me.
Because days are long,
and nights are short,
And I rather use my exiting door,
By resting in my bed
Four hours more.
S is for Sadness
Because optomisticness is useless
and happiness is a scandal,
Sadness is what I can rely on,
Because it shows up on time
And without it's Yin to complete it's Yang I'll fend,
It's sadness I'll be seeing untill the rain meets its end.
T is for Tangled
which my hair is a lot.
I find brushes make it worce,
And I'll waste my conditioner if it's to be fought,
For hair go everywhere, as well as emotions and friends,
and untill I can manage my hair upon end,
I'll know that my friends will be tangled in with me,
Forever till it gets mended.
But I'm happy with my friends tangled to me,
because all the more compony with the knots in my hair,
And so I'll hope, forever they will be here,
And this is why, I have not yet shaven off my hair.
U is for Unsettling,
Like the feeling in your stomache
When you stand up on stage with your throat closing up,
And your face burning up,
And your eyes spinning in your head with dizziness,
And the sweat that does drip from your cold, clammy skin.
U is for unsettling
Like the feeling you may get
When your trust is broken.
When you feel like jumping off the boat,
And swimming for shore,
When you lost all hope,
And again, that feeling in your throat,
Where it tightens up, and you'll just have to cope,
When knowing you've been betrayed,
And this feeling, so true,
You cannot wash off with soap.
V is for Vastly.
The death of a celebrity is vastly over rated,
for too many people send their heart out,
for one to truly say "I loved them, and I cried"
is something I hold in doubt,
and in fact is is laughable (Once I'm in my room alone),
Because vastly is the same vastly that once took over your home,
In the vast amount of talking,
And the vast amount of stalking
Around your kitchen or room,
And the vast amount of walking,
With the vast amount of air being breathed in an out per second,
and the vast amount that none of us ever care about that air.
Why should we vastly care for the life you'll say you loved,
When two seconds ago you didnt even care,
Because The Popular give you points for that caring that you'll share.
W is for WONDERFUL!
Because WONDEFUL is the life I'll possess,
and It will be WONDERFUL forever or for less,
Because WONDERFUL is what will become
of the Brave people who venture outwords of their castles made of crumbs,
And cookies, and other delights you might,
Have thought that this life will be quite delight,
But infact, it's the planning that makes the first part go to shame,
because the second part of your life, you'll be be living a Name!
Because it's WONDERFUL when you really own an imagination!
And it's WONDERFUL when you can treat others with divination,
and it's WONDERFUL when time is spent learning, and planning,
and deciping, and fanning away those imaginary dreams
that realistically you know, to be fact are WONDERFUL to dream.
X is for Examination,
Because I see nothing here wrong
but if you examine this problem
you'll see in short of fall'n,
that I dont quite care the letters of my poems,
But the meaning that spill out,
a puzzle peice of whom I am,
and of who you are you may write out for youself,
but this is something to be,
and to see,
and to read,
So pardon me if you read that X is Examination.
Y is for You,
Because I promice you something,
I give you this Y,
and I smile with delight,
and I hope that you might,
Enjoy this quiet Y,
Because I love you so much!
I love all the You's in this world,
From thin to that pudge.
I care not for what colour that you may be
because each of you are different,
Just like You and Me.
Z is for Zeal
When I couldnt have gone so far without it,
Because it's zeal that picks us up from our rumps,
and it's zeal that transforms us from lumps
to glamurously intergetic people it is Zeal,
And from this we get a lesson that zeal does heal,
and that it feels that we should neal,
because Zeal is most inthusiastic!
So lets take this moment,
and sneak away from Zeal,
so we can finally get some relaxic.
o_Sousui_o · Tue Dec 12, 2006 @ 04:24am · 1 Comments |
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