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It's early in the morning and I should be asleep but I finally got an idea for this story I was supposed to do for Creative Writing class, so here goes nothing!
Quote: There were no reset buttons in life. That's what she thought, resteting her game for the umpteenth time. She'd missed her chance at that box. It probably didn't contain anything all too great, but she wanted it. It was a silly little goal set in a silly little game: It didn't mean anything at all. She suposed that was, at least, no different than real life. How many times had she purchased something only to find she didn't particularly care for it? Not that it mattered. In this game, no matter how crappy the item, the storekeepers would buy it. And if she screwed up the reset button was only a foot or two away from the end of her sofa. That silly little black box, she supposed, held more hope for her than anything else. It was fun to fix someone else's life--you got several chances and no one ever hated you. Your screwups could be erased with the press of a little button. It was late summer, and she'd already beaten this game before. Ion had just died, and the girl standing by the altar sang for him. That song was beautiful, just like she was. "You're not crying again?" Her brother asked, making a face. "Leave her be. You've got studying to do, don't you?" "It's hard to study with that crap going in the background." "You were young once, too." Her mother scolded her brother from the other room.
This story is dumb right now, but darn it I'll make it work!
 kyra_angeli · Sun Mar 25, 2007 @ 06:57am · 0 Comments |
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I'm not a journal fan anymore |
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I suppose I've grown too self-concious. Or maybe I just don't care enough to update posts talking to myself for other people to read. I talk to the people I want to talk to, so meh.
Anyway, the reason I'm posting this up right now is... Well, so I have a post up that maybe I can edit if I feel like digging up my poems for class and submitting them to the general public. I doubt I will, but it's something you can all not really care about for a while.
*dead* School is killing me, and this semester is crucial
edit: Prepare to be surprised.
For this poem we had to start with the phrase "The home I live in is/my mother is/my father is/evening is" and use five words from a list she gave us. That's why it's so stupid.
Red on White The house I live in is an orphan Starving and devoid of color. Bland as watered-down coffee And huddled on a street with no name. She’s in the business of cloning neighbors. No need to remember new faces. Each neighbor a mirror image Of the one who came before. I paint them all neon green Because bricks are difficult And white is dull. And no one will look anyway. She sits on the corner and waits For a past, a family, or a helping hand. Roof bent low as clones leave their home And others—just as bland as she—appear. I pick ice that dangles from her roof And balance it on the tip of my finger. Watching as she blushes bright red And frowning at the contrast of red on white. Our existence is poison And rather than help, we choke What little she has left Into our pockets and leave.
This one we had to start with a feeling, and the first three lines set that up. Then kind of change the focus of the poem.
Of Crayons and Colored Pencils Loneliness hid in the wrinkles of aluminum foil. It refused to warm in the microwave And spread its chill over everything that was left. Snow was white. Asphalt: black Clouds: gray She colored the sky. Lights flickered and for a moment The room too was gray. She thought it a perfect fit. She colored her memories. Stars twinkled white On the midnight sky And the gray moon wept. She colored the planets. Dust fluttered from the table Where she set her coffee And almost lit the floor on fire. She colored her tears. Gray socks scratched At pale white skin That hid the void in her. Her marker ran dry and she wondered Where had all her color gone?
Any criticism would be loved forever and ever. Also, which one should I share to be read and criticised by the entire class?
kyra_angeli · Sat Feb 03, 2007 @ 12:07pm · 0 Comments |
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I'm so obsessed with this profile thing. I think this and the Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne are my favorites. I adore Seishiro and Subaru and Tokyo Babylon and X/1999.
I'm so glad I could make a profile to go with this video I've fallen in love with. Ah. Watching it may spoil you, though, as far as Seishiro and Subaru are concerned.
That's it. I actually USED my journal. YAY!
kyra_angeli · Sat Mar 18, 2006 @ 05:24am · 0 Comments |
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No, I'm not the source of the drama this time. As of late a lot of people have been throwing a fit over the new anime Loveless. I'll say right now that I love this series, and after a rather lengthy, intellectual arguement, I will agree that it is shota. Really, though, some people have blown this way out of proportion. It's shota, but they're not having sex or anything. This was all fine and dandy, we had a few nice discussions on it and other shows that have been coming out recently, but it's still going on and people are freaking out and stressing and leaving and all sorts of ridiculous stuff over it.
On another note that's completely unrelated to all of that bullshit, Miyavi has a new single out and I managed to download it yesterday. Oh my freaking fracking god I am loving the B-track. The A-track is nice too, I suppose, but nowhere near the B-track. A little miffed that none of his newest singles are going to be on his album, though, since I have the album preordered but I like these four songs. I'm going to have to buy the singles now as well. Damn you, Miyavi! Stop trying to make money and give us poor fans a break! <3
My Sukisho DVD was shipped out four days ago, so I'm hoping against hope that it will come today. I love that show, despite the ucky character designs and the kind of cruddy coloring. I wish they could have stayed a little closer with the game art, but I did love the characters and the plot, although there are some things that make me just want to laugh. The reason they're all in this situation is pretty dumb, but what happens because of this situation still makes me cry--part of it is because the whole reason behind it is dumb.
I'm sick and coughing up all kinds of stuff. It's groady and I hate it and I wish I could stop. I've been doing this since Tuesday night. -_- Of course, my stupid mother and the doctors tell me my throat is sore from 'post nasal drip.' The hell? Does that explain the nasty-a** s**t I'm coughing up? No. Does that explain why those allergy pills you swear will help, don't? Nopers. Does that explain why it starts around 6 in the morning, lasts until around 2, and then comes back around 9 or 10 at night (6 hours before I even lay down to go to bed)? Not at all. So that having been said, SCREW YOU DOCTORS.
>.> I'm an angry poster. xd
kyra_angeli · Sat May 14, 2005 @ 06:07pm · 0 Comments |
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So, they've capped polls on gaia. I admit to being a part in a polling guild, and I enjoyed playing around in there and, well, polling. But people starting petitions? What the hell? I mean, if they want to get more gold from polling that's fine, I'll sign the petition too, but saying that people are going to leave gaia because of it? Not my problem, it's theirs. If they're only on gaia for the gold and the polls, then they've lost what this site is really supposed to be about.
What I find truly amusing is the number of people who are supporting gaia nakie day but not the poll cap. They're saying that gaia is too focused on items, and then bitching when their means of attaining these items is limited. What the hell? Get over it. I rarely, rarely, RARELY poll at all, and I'm questing for an Angelic Scarf. How do I do it? I chat. I talk to people and I enjoy the company of the people on gaia, who also come to chat. The people I meet on gaia will stay with me always--the items won't.
That's what it's all really about.
kyra_angeli · Sun Feb 06, 2005 @ 09:39am · 3 Comments |
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I could of sworn I'd rank higher |
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|THE BEST TYPE OF MIYAVI FAN|
Well, you know your Miyavi stuff, and you're
definitely a Miyavi fan, but you're not so
obsessed with him that you'd go to Japan just
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Oh well, that's a good thing to get. I'm not quite annoying in my Miyavi addiction. heart
edit: That was hell to edit from livejournal posting form to gaia posting form.
kyra_angeli · Tue Nov 23, 2004 @ 03:35pm · 2 Comments |
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I think it's about time I explain the hair joke, although really it's stupid and doesn't make sense to begin with.
My friend and I were watching Gackt and talking about things we didn't like. It was late at night, and my friend and I both have about shoulder-length hair, so I turned to 'im and said 'you know who I hate? People with HAIR! Damn those people with hair.' After a short conversation about it, that was the end of that.
Then, we were trying to pause on a picture of Chachamaru because we love him, and he was all 'look at his hair! It moves!' like it was some sort of grand thing, so I added that in there. When my brother came upstairs I pointed at him and screamed 'you're one of them! One with HAIR! And I bet you it MOVES, too!'
So that's where that randomness came from. heart
kyra_angeli · Wed Oct 27, 2004 @ 01:25pm · 1 Comments |
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So I finally got around to making a journal on here. I've been neglecting my livejournal, which I need to stop doing, but I can stay on gaia and type here. Of course, I'm not going to abandon my livejournal! That's just sad!
And I'm still amused by the 'what kind of a sick b*****d put an 's' in lisp?' comment one of my friends made the other day. I'm so cruel. xd
kyra_angeli · Wed Oct 27, 2004 @ 02:38am · 0 Comments |
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