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myOtaku.com: Outlaw Melfina
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Saturday, March 3, 2007
Visual Dialogues and the power of the waistcoat!
Yes. I wore my waistcoat today. I wore my short-sleeved shirt with it, and my grey shorts with my grey tights and high heels. I'm such a cutie! Nivek was staring at me, bordering on lecherous pervy looking at me! I came in and sat down, and he was looking at me little too long! *shivers* He always stares at me. I am fond of him, but he's so 'gangster' it's not funny, and I'm not for it! *frowns and shakes head*
I saw Tarasai when I was walking there. I saw her, and the expression was XD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Yes. I walked a different way, and she saw me. She asked if I was the top of the class, which I saw a bit creepy because I am (am I that apparently smart through my demeanour and voice/ expression?!) and I was saying how I am lazy, and I don't really know what to do in life. I think writing or art, as they are my passions.
The Sheffield lot came down, and they were just so friendly with their nothern accents! Ryan came in late and had these MASSIVE coke cottle-esque glasses on. At the end of the session he was saying how he runs alot, and wears them so flies don't fly in his eyes. XD
Something that pissed me off: I had an American style cookie in my hand. I was eating it. Tarasai, who I foolishly let sit next to me, broke off over half of it. She said 'thank you' in her annoying American accent in such a sarky tone, I wanted to argue with her, but I didn't want to make a scene infront of everyone because I can get awful with my self-righteous self, so I grunted in disapproval. She's done that the 4th time since I met her in September. I didn't like her from the time I met her. *screws up face*
A poem I put on a forum I'm on. It's kind of mediocre to me, but I think all my stuff is so, and people adore it!
They did it again.
'don't make yourself known'.
And yes I am short-sighted.
At the end of the mucking day,
I know where I'm going wrong,
Which to a certain point,
is better than living in denial.
I am still fighting.
Fighting from the mentality of the modern world
and the plight of depression being my cross.
But unlike Jesus,
I plan not on being pinned-down to it.
-Amaris!
Whenever I think of poems,
By right, I think of classical poems.
Describing the wild-life, though no one truly cares,
and a scene of some kind.
Not a rude, sardonic verse,
which makes you despise the poet
for ever thinking such heinous things
of this 'wonderful' Mother Earth.
I do not hold compassion in my heart.
I hold cold brutality and raw emotion
without words strong enough to let it out
And I don't write these poems for myself,
nor any other person
I write them for the fact that if I don't,
I will not be
I will not be here for others,
Nor myself.
Amaris!
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