Are You Curious?

Curiosity
[kyoor-ee-os-i-tee] noun, plural- ties.

1.the desire to learn or know about anything; inquisitiveness.
2. a curious, rare, or novel thing.
3. a strange, curious, or interesting quality.

Hi! Curiosity is a very odd word. I like it though. It's very interesting. You know...it seems since my sister and I entered Sire's house, we haven't been able to leave. Not saying that's a bad thing but it's just weird. I sleep in the cats room. His bed is freakin huge, don't even ask if you don't understand I promise you it's not worth it. His name is Curiosity, which explains the definition and stuff. Heehee, I like the cat. He's awesome. Even though he's just a 'house cat.' (He's bigger than me. But don't tell anyone.) Anyways, I just got bored and decided to post. This really is a nothing post. Just to tell you life is gewd.

Eternal Love,
Yumetsuki Anala Zynishe

P.S. I'm sleepy. v_v

Name

Name

What’s in a name that isn’t in a word?

Temptation

Testament

Pain

Hunger

Hurt

Redemption

Agony

Wrath

Rage

Sadist

Lust

Greed

Fury

Vicious

Fate

Revenge

Silence

Courage

Envy

Gluttony

Sloth

Touch

Listen

Care

Pity

Naivety

Maturity

Jealousy

Forgotten

What’s in a name that isn’t a word?

Can you tell anything about that person by asking simply their name?

Can you tell what their voice is like?

How they think?

How hesitant they’ll be to tell you?

What happened to them to make them pause?

Why judge them by their name alone?

Would you want them to do so of you?

Because you have a “Real” name?

Tristan

Michael

Angela

Hope

Ellen

Sean

Richard

Gregory

Lucas

Louis

Theresa

James

Anna

Brianna

Harry

Francis

Zoë

Victoria

Ophelia

Quentin

Pricilla

Ethan

Irvine

Sarah

Can’t you think about something else?

Stop judging us by our names.

Your name makes you sound short, fat, deep voiced, big families, skinny, high pitched, whiney,
idiotic, pathetic, strong, stressed, tweaked, carefree, young, old, angry, peaceful, lost in dreams, earth bound.

Your name sounds dumb. It doesn’t fit you. You look more like a this or a that.

Don’t judge people by their names if you want respect for your own.

Can you realy pick so much out of a person by making fun of their name?

Yes. You Can.

And It Hurts.

Think about you own name before you comment.

Do I sound like this all has happened to me?

It has.

My name is Ryeela.

Yeah. Yeah. Say what you want.

What does my name say about me?

What does it imply?

What are you reminded of when you say it?

Does it roll off your tongue nicely or is it choppy?

Does it make you cringe?

OR remind you of a friend?

Whatever it makes you feel think about your own name before making fun of mine please.

I could make a lot of jokes about you too I’m sure.

Ryeela Nazeme Tavon.

Argh!

----- Taki


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How Can I Go On?

I'm trying...very hard...I am. But...it is hard. And it still hurts. It hurts alot. I still feel the ripping, the tearing of my heart and the breaking of my soul. I'm not sure I can go on too long like this. How could I? I'm dying...I know it. This has to be what death feels like. Perhaps if I just end it now...maybe the pain will subside in the afterlife. But then I'd go to hell anyway. I couldn't stop it. Maybe I'm already there? Imagine your body tearing and shredding down the middle. Imagine the burning agony you'd go through as this happened slowly. Imagine watching your blood pour from this endlessly opening wound to pool around your feet. Can you see that? Can you see your heart very slowly melting inside of you? Burning every thing the tiny flaming drops touch as it cascades through your body. Imagine the ricocheting of your bones, like glass shards cracking them. But they don't break right away...they continue to crack, more and more cracks added over time. Can you feel it? Your finger snapping backwards. And as you watch your bones begin to protrude from your hands. The blood flows; as a steady river down your arm to make larger the pool below you. At the same time your ribs quake then shatter and spear through your skin and stab you at every waking moment. The tear through your chest is still there...but now theres a growing hole. Raw around the edges, burning as it grows. This hole shows your deteriorating insides and hurts more than anything but the tear through your center. Picture your legs giving out, the muscles in them that held you up moments ago rip painfully. And the bones snap abruptly; still there is nothing you can do. You fall, but not on the ground...there isn't cement, or carpet, or grass or anything. There is a crimson tunnel, a never ending abyss and you fall downward, downward, ever downward. No end, the beginning lost in the blinding pain that wrenches through your body. You can't see anything, but you feel the crimson abyss, like a heat that sears through your head and fries your senses. Can you picture that? On the verge of death but not dying. My heart is lost.Your mind is cracking, with the glass in your spine. Just like the front it is stabbing through your back. It's how I feel...should you call it feeling at all.

And still.........

I blame no one.

I'm just fumbling to shape my melting heart...

~Lameriee~

P.S. I can never not love you...

Hiding

Which secrets are best to keep, and which are best tell? I have a major secret that I'll need to share with my loved ones soon. The only one that knows isn't telling anyone. And I'm very grateful for him. *sighs* I'm very confused. Ever since I saw that man that Uitara was talking to...he looks just like him and...I don't know. Now I'm lost...and I feel so...heavy. And so bad because I never got to say good bye and well so many things were left unsaid, undealt with, and unrevealed. If I could go back in time...just to tell him everything I would, then I would come back to the present time with all my children and my lovely fiance without this weight on my chest. Of course though I would still feel...how do I put it? Oh I don't know. This secret I have...has alot to do with him if not everything to do with him. And not even Sehyo knows. I wish I could tell him...I will tell him. It's not fair for him not to know. I just hope he won't be mad at me for some reason. I don't think he will though he's much too sweet. Well...that's all I suppose. Have a goodnight/day/evening/afternoon. Depending on where you are.

Love Eternally,
~Suketsu Tenshi Aleandera~

Thank You

Dear Mama,

Thanks a lot. Really. I have a feeling had you wanted me, I could have been spared this. He could have been spared this. But from what I've heard you were only thinking of your reputation. I was royalty. Thanks for telling me...I really apperciate it. Truly I do. My 'father' visited me today. I was so happy. We talked for a long time before I had to get back to work. He gave me my ring. The one that makes me what I am. I'm not allowed to wear it though. You know that already though, don't you? If you even remember I exist. You probably have kids now. That you love and cherish, and would do anything for. Hope their happy. My little siblings... My 'father' says you lived in Europe for the past couple years. Where are you now? Where were you before? Why didn't I pass your standards? Whatever. I hope your fucking happy. Because I am. Really. I'm just great.

T.N.T

"Here Comes The Boom."

I Tried

Alright...I tried I really did try to ignore this. I tried to get past it and I even forgot it for a little while, but I can't hold it in anymore and I can't tell Usaru to his face...because...I don't know. I can't tell Aalea either so I hope he doesn't feel bad. Anyway...*sighs* This is about a recurring dream I've been having. I think I know what's causing it but I'm not sure...maybe...someone can help me out...?

It's raining and I have the sense it's early though there is no source of light to be found, and curious still there is no darkness. A familiar male voice calls out to me but I can't place who it belongs to. I follow the voice cautiously, normally I would have a feeling of security with Usaru there, but I didn't feel him close to me so my fear increased to exceedingly high levels. I wrap my arms around myself as I become soaked and grow cold. The voice continues to call me as I walk closer to it. As the voice grows louder and more pained I quicken my steps to find him. A form appears in front of me in the mist of rain and I kneel beside him; "Are you okay?" I question my voice quivering with both fear and the cold. "Yuki..." he says and Usaru's image comes into view sprawled before me. I reach out to him, my hand enclosing itself in his. I would try to help him up if it would not be in vain. "Yuki.." He whispers again and again, and tears begin to fall from my eyes. I look him over to find what is wrong with him, his shirt is torn and frayed and a large pool of blood is building around him but there is no wound that I can see. I begin to shake violently and a heavy hand drops onto my shoulder, its hot and I can feel the heat through my shirt as though it's burning right through my skin. "Yuki, how do you feel now?" Leighton's voice deep and terrorizing echos behind me as I stare up at him. I hear Usaru begin to growl and his hand vibrates over mine. Then a shot, so loud next to my ear I feel as though my ears are going to bleed and Usaru goes silent. His hand ceases to shake, and all too quickly does the warmth of his hand leave mine. In Leighton's hand is something silver, a weapon I've never seen before. I look back to Usaru and scream, as loud as my voice can go and then I am slapped by the hand holding the odd weapon, I'm flung back into a wall. He comes toward me a sadistic smile on his face, his weapon ready; "If I can't have you, Yuki. No one can. And your dumbass fucking friends will perish because of it!" Then another shot and blackness.


*shivers* Normally that's when I wake up to Usaru beside me with the most sorrowful look on his face. Since this dream began I don't recognize him when I wake up and back away from him quickly, screaming things I don't remember. I can't take hurting him like this anymore...but I don't have any control of it. I can't sleep without him, but I cannot hurt him like this anymore. It's breaking his heart. And mine. I'm sorry about this Usaru, sorry I didn't tell you what was going on sooner but I couldn't...I couldn't tell you. I'm too afraid it will happen. I love you.

Haunted By The Past, Fearing The Future,
Yukiko