Have you ever secretly wondered about something that wasn't at all your business, and then questioned why you cared? *sighs* I live with two males, one of which is more of a second parent to me than anything else. The other is his son..and I find myself resenting many of the females he takes. Why? *shrugs* I haven't a clue. Well maybe I have the slightest inkling as to why. But I'm not certain so I will not post my thoughts on...my thoughts. Right now I am staying in a guest house owned by the Blood Brothers because there is something wrong with my fake father's son. I would tell you, but it's rude to spout information that is not yours to share. Anyway, he believed it was best that I leave their house, apparently he does not trust himself. It's resonable I suppose,but for some reason I find myself upset with his dismissal. It is another one of those things I don't want to explain. I mean we never really talked that much before. Mostly it seemed like he didn't pay attention to me. We both minded our own business. But as he is eased by my presence I find I am silently curious, and...there is a word I cannot seem to figure out that I would like to use to describe my feelings in his presence. Anyway, it is nothing bad, just...a reaction I have never had before. I do not wish to get too attached to him though. For some reason, I feel that were I to do that, it would not end well. As he is one that requires the attentions of many females. Last night he told me that right now I am the only one he wants to be with like that. I have no thoughts on this...I just don't know. No one has ever wanted me intimately before. So it is a pleasant surprise that someone does. A Blood Brother nonetheless. Though I suppose I am making it more of an honor than it should be made. This particular Brother has wanted many females, I am just one of many. I have run with his father's pack for thirteen years now. I knew he had a son. I have met him before, though I doubt he remembers and I am surprised do. He used to protect me all the time. *smiles* It was funny, cause I was stronger than him then. The entire pack was seperated, and I was the only one that was found. My fake father was the one who found me. His wife was killed and his son was missing. We looked for him for a long time. Eventually he and I went our seperate ways. He continued looking for his son, and I...went off on my own. Not happy memories there. Anyway, my friend does not remember me. I supose for the better...but these again are things I dare not express. Anyways, now I am staying in the cold, quiet guest house. I will be here for a month I think he said. *sighs* There are many things that have gone unsaid, perhaps when I figure out how to express myself correctly I will speak what it is I cannot at this moment. I never have been good at getting things across to people with words. Uhm...I'm sure many people will know what and who I speak of, and still many others will not. I am done now, I need to make the guest house more cozy, so *waves* I'll see you around.
TWMA,
~Navii~
Within this void of darkness, shines a light. Within the light there is a shadow. cast down on the innocents of this world. As they dance the waltz of life, they are cast into light or darkness. Come. Watch the dance.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Ki and Shunae was here!
Yo! WINE AND BEER! lol HIIIIIIIIII! Ki is stupid. And this blog will make absolutely NO SENSE. REd vs. Blue. Lenny Bruce. Langston Hughes. Sooo....how are you people doing? Good I hope. I miss my baby. I wanna wake him up but I won't. Uhm....Yeah that's weird. Ki won't say anything cause he's a bumb faced malarky eater. Heeheeehee. lol I think I'm done now. BYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Sunday, March 18, 2007
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
[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
Monday, February 26, 2007
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
Zoƫ
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.
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
Zoƫ
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.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Argh!
----- Taki
Okay so I know I'm posting about something stupid but I need to know.
http://www.addictinggames.com/cheatmaster.html
Play this game ^^^^ and tell then leave a comment on your highest score (if it's not zero)
Okay? Please please! Because I can't get over 100 points
THANKS!.
Taki
P.S: This is kind of spamming, huh?
P.P.S: Sorry ^_^
Okay so I know I'm posting about something stupid but I need to know.
http://www.addictinggames.com/cheatmaster.html
Play this game ^^^^ and tell then leave a comment on your highest score (if it's not zero)
Okay? Please please! Because I can't get over 100 points
THANKS!.
Taki
P.S: This is kind of spamming, huh?
P.P.S: Sorry ^_^
Monday, February 05, 2007
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...
And still.........
I blame no one.
I'm just fumbling to shape my melting heart...
~Lameriee~
P.S. I can never not love you...
Thursday, January 25, 2007
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~
Love Eternally,
~Suketsu Tenshi Aleandera~
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