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Thursday, September 16, 2004


Hey! sorry about not posting for so long...


Wow today was just so crazy! And I am so sorry for not updating. My week has been so crazy! ^-^;; If it wasn’t work it was a club at school. Or, like today, It was work then spend time with family because it was my dads B-day. Which was cool. Havn’t really spent time with him as of late and was kinda sad about it. *sigh* though he is a jerk at times I can’t help but talk to him because I can’t live in the same house as someone and just Ignore them lol. Though I have tried it just seems to… I donno… find a way to talk to him. Awww well…

Hmm… Tomorrow I work again (but later so I should be able to post) and then Saturday I have a club thing I have to do at walmart. Something about raising money for a cancer society or something like that ^-^ Which is around noonish. Then I come home to chores and then I can post. I’m hoping to enter that contest thing on the homepage. I just havn’t had time to work on it *sigh* stupid schedule… >.<

Hmmm… had a spanish test today. Was NOT fun lol. I think I have a trig test tomorrow but not sure. Had a LA test today. Not to bad I new most of it. I’m getting over him, slowly, hehehe and I’ve even went as far to ask another guy to Silver Arrow. (Tis a dance thing, kinda like a pre-prom in november) He said he’d think about it. I had a crush on him last year but he had a girlfriend. This year he doesn’t (^-^) Still he may no go…

Um, I wrote a poem the other day. Not that great but at least there no longer about love sickness. *sigh* more about the destruction of the world. Still a little choppy I think. Might revise it later… not sure… anyway…

Indigo Roses

From your tears do they grow,
The roses bred of indigo.

Endless nights and endless days,
Bring the pain of many rains.
Be it not the way today,
But fortified from way away.

Black is the color of darkest night,
In which the world likes to fight.
The cries of vengeance, pain and suffering,
Brings more ordained corruption.

In your bed safe at home,
The sleepless nights bore to the bone.
Visions of death etched deep in mind,
Could not be unleashed for fear of mine.

The thought, it seems, is more than that,
As tears flow down in endless cast.
The earth it shudders to being inert,
And yet it moves with power of court.

In the fields do they play,
The silent game of surreal clay.
And from their tears do they grow,
The roses bred of indigo.

And I guess that’s it. Hope I can talk to ya all very soon *hugs kisses* Cya!

Xoxo
Kara

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