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Underneath it All

I'm crude like raw jade.Buried deep within an abyss I have made. What was once my leisure I find to onlymy essence. But now,what has it all become? My hobby a dear memory of who I was yesterday,a minute ago,five minute's ago. What does it mean? I hold no deep meani..

Unanswered anxiety.

Something's coming,like a large scale typhoon predicted onthe early channel 5 news. Something is coming,in an abrupt quick whip oftime that ticks 1 hour too soon. What is it? A bird, a plane,a heroic calling? What is it? That so cradles your thoughts like a ramblin..

Building Fires

bio class poem 2.

Whipping wars.

I don't know if the title makes sense...then again I wrote this during bio.

Kind Words.

angry, venting, the usual.

Changes.

I don't know what call this.

March 31st

Reading the genre, I'm considering putting this down as nonsense since I can't really say it's all that important to read. And knowing that depresses me a bit, not depresses... more like discourages or disappoints me, since whenever I imagine the work of a diary, I imagine so much drama that's ..

Rondelet 1

Playing around with types of poems

How You Remind Me.

I'd rather not write about this... but I suppose.. I eventually have to face it. the source of my nightmares.

March 30th

Nightmares.

Sonnet I

I had an odd dream...

March 29th.

There's nothing more to remember about this day other than one thing: You were ACCEPTED into UC Berkeley. Moments of sheer shock, the shock surprise of tears, and the instant need to hug someone. The best day of your life so far has somehow been granted. Though the end of high sc..

Anxiety.

once again, evening... >________< I only have like 3 more hours to wait.

March 28th

I never really thought about what it means to be lesbian. Imean I’ve known for a long while the about it, about myself, but when you growup in a traditional Mexican catholic household; one tries to just look away.But I never understood the appeal of getting with a guy. I tried but failed..

Swan Song Draft 5

Eh it's an assignment for school where your supposed to reflect upon the meaning of your high school years. I don't think this draft will work either since I keep thinking about who's going to read it

March 27th

I feel odd talking to myself when I know someone is listening... especially after reading so many stories, plays, etc.. I feel like I should be spouting genius somehow. But the best I have is, FOREVER AS ONE! [Vengaboys reference if you don't know] That song seriously randomly made me want to c..

March 26th

It's 2:54 am. I know...... this is WAY too early to add a diary entry for a day that has yet to even take place. Somehow though I can't really think of anything else to do. I mean, if I have insomnia now, I bet once I get out of "school" I'll be as dead as Rue from the Hunger Games.Which by the..

The Rambling of an Awkward "Young Adult"

A diary of my life I suppose. The good along the bad... and just of me wondering how I get by.

A Melancholy Happening.

I feel like my poems are never resolute lol.

March 25th

Eh.... Perhaps the making of a Diary. Who knows. I shall perhaps title it later as, the Rambling of an Awkward "Young Adult" ahaha.

Paper Planes.

I don't know why I remembered this... today.. Aha. It was just.... it was such a clear memory!

Sweet.

I'm starting to like haikus aha.

Something.

There's something I want to say.I just...don't know what.Neither do I know to who. I just know there's something.Something,a longing,But I just don't know. I'm not sure if it'sgood news,bad news,funny news,perhaps its justforgotten news.There's just somethingthere I can't seeor r..

Another Day to Move On.

monologue but idk what to categorize it as.

Empty Thoughts.

no point really...

Intoxication.

A nostalgic melody playingwhile trying to intoxicate the night away.Forget it.Forget it all. Choose to forget. And the pain is bound to be gone. Ignore the phone.Ignore the concerned. Tonight won't be any different than any other.A restless night of bittersweet insecuri..

An Honest Question.

a haiku.

Seven Beings.

Heh, idiots all round,why should I care for the world? Why should I even dare move to care about what goes on.It's all lies.Everything outside is just one deceptionof man-made conception.An illusionto give hope to the weak.A dream to keepbalance between the strong and meek. I mus..

XVI

Hmm I sound so foreign to myself! :O

Things to Envy.

I hate on a lot of people.or so I've come to notice.Not hate, like I want to kill you.But hate, as in I'm envious of you. I know everyone has their problems,and well,we just have to overcome them.But really, those are kind words andall, but can anyone really stick to them?I don't know. I hope s..

Everything's Just Wonderful.

Lily Allen song title I suppose. I guess it's just music to my ears right now.

Entertainer.

I make too much of a habit of being blunt when I'm annoyed... so not in the greatest mood.

What the Future Holds.

To be told you're going to failis like a child telling you no.It's a choice, not destiny, why listen to such useless words.Since it isn't a matter of when will I fail,it's when I choose to or not.Do I want to succeed,or no? All a matter of a state of mind.Yet its understandable f..

Who you were.

In my mind aha.

Spamming Like No Other.

To be either in Heaven or Hell,I really don't which anymore.One momentI'm ablaze in an epitome of what I hate.Next thing you know, I regret having ever said anything.But then it returns, after consideringwhat it has done to me.Broken every train of thought,destroyed every pleasant dream.This an..

Phone Notepad.

Ah to who am I hating on? Dear best BUDDY!

Hating on Life/People.

Yes! Since I've been venting so much about a certain person, might as well make a section for it in case it happens again! More so I actually have been bugged and irritated a lot lately so.. yeah...

XV

Trina of thought... somehow developed into what I'd consider two poems in one.

A Word from the Wise.

Everyone has no idea of what they're doing.Honestly,no one does.We at the most hear of,should be's, would be's, you might want to,I suggest. But no one knows what the right answer is.Partly because we wish there is a right answer....I mean, is there even an answer at all? We focus so much ..

Car Crash Reflections.

I almost died today ahaha xD

A Breath of Fresh Air.

--some language aha.--

What I Noticed.

You know what I noticed? I’m a big crybaby sometimes.You know what I noticed? I love to watch horror movies, thoughThey may make me cry from fear at times…You know what I noticed?I’m afraid of the dark.Seriously, I'm terrified.You know what I noticed?..

The Blunt End.

You suck.That's all.That's it. One might ask, Who? Well everything I hate.Selfish, I know.But can I beanymoremore honest? Why go in a roundabout wayto say what I feel?Other than by sayingthose two wordsthat cometo mind? You suck! ..

The Youngest of Five.

Big family, big houseThat’s what you’d expect from a house of seven.Yeah seven, two sisters, two brothers,One mom, one dad.Oh, did I mention, I’m the youngest of five.But don’t let me burst your little bubble,I didn’t have the big house.And e..

XIV

You’ve got to be strong.You’ve got to be the best.You’ve got to be on top.Or else you’re nothing if you are anything less.Tell me, why is the “best” only defined asOverachieving, giving your life to others for the sakeof an appearance.Tel..

XIII

What I've come to loveI've know for some while. What I've come to acceptis nothing new, rather mild. I've perhaps tried to escape itto meet the expectations of others. I've perhaps tried to hide itso that another disappointment is evaded. I'm quite happy, content to an ultim..

Crush.

A high above all elseSoaring like nothing can bring you downIn this cloud,This cotton candy treat ofSweetness.A squeal escapes;It was impossible To conceal it. How quickly the heart beats,How quickly the cloud envelops,Swallows, takes in, and warms all over! ..

XII

I'm not going to lieI fantasize about being in love.The idea exasperating!At times suffocating my every thought.But mind over matter,or so it seems to be. I can dream so muchabout my own tales fictionally. Reality proves different. Parallel tales I'd typically have trouble b..

Lacking or Fear?

Not at all pleasant....

Out in the Cold.

No sign of warmth from the shining sun. Its arch nemesis reignswith no chance of another argument. For no, I must sit and waitfor my kind acquaintance. Mumbling words of my own madness. Such a long time its been, an eternity of ten minutes or so I suppose..