Older. He seems darker when older. He's like this one person whose name slips my tongue my friend talked about; every year older is another year sexier. But in Riku's case, darker.
One day, I want to make an anothology of poems, written songs, and short stories into one book and publish it. But here, I will only be putting the poems. Introductory Poem 11/15/08 When the poet is gone,And the love stuck with air, The building is left,Feeling naught but despair. But yet he returns,The verity strong, The paradox waits,Yet starts a new song. When requiems sing,And monstrosities fall, You can't help but thinkOf the heavenly call. God has given us hope,He's shed a new light, Ridding us darkness,Without jealousy or fight. Time can't draw near,For it's a mile from tacks, Walking in sadness,With the sadism it lacks. So if you know what is good,Come away from the cold, And down by our fire,Where great stories are told. Remembrance 12/07/08 One sky, one destiny. Whilst the zephyr of light comes slow, The light of the darkness will not see, For the dark of the light shall know, The truth is not quite to be. One land, one fortune. A difference, I see, in the unseen, An unfathomable thing to believe, Illogic is not in fact but in faith, Something I'll stand by and not leave. One ocean, one revelation. Truth takes no solid form, as you know, The miracles from it are quite true, On the contrary, we speak it today, Or is it God's words, albeit without hue? A LOVE FOR ALL THAT IS LOST 06/07/08 In prayer, in thought In love, shan’t rot Blue birds, yellow bees Pink hearts are keys A love is lost A story, it’s tossed A tale is skipped A lie is lipped A desire is tame The lie is lame It came and turned The followers, they learned A false tale has spread Its evils are led By a girl who’s smart A demon, no heart But deep inside there The girl with hair In chest it has slept Softly it is kept. A heart, not black The heart shan’t lack A love hid unknown The love curled bone. A love shouldn’t see The heart inside of me Its color is navy blue Beware the hidden hue. The Carnival of Spring 04/11/08 Rose petals from the sky Coming down slowly from the trees But be careful not to be stung When running by the bees. When The Carnival of Spring comes, Cherry blossoms bloom. When that time comes, my friend, Outside there’s lots of room. When The Carnival of Spring comes, Flowers fill the sky with joy, With their pleasuring aroma you will smell Singing happily with a boy. When The Carnival of Spring comes, There’s lots of stuff to create. But know this my fellow friend, There’s nothing of Spring to hate. The Different Seasons 04/11/08 Falling, falling, falling again. In Spring. In Fall. In Winter. It’s beauty like no other Petals. Leaves. Snow. But nothing compares as well As an early Summer’s glow.
Gravity, by Maaya Sakamoto. It's very brittle, soft, and sort of like a premonition. That's my personality all right!
I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe the most of the good die young because they found a faith that God found acceptable and had them die early so they could be an assured ticket to heaven kept safely in their soul's coat pocket.
Interesting story. I'm on the fence on this topic, because the subtitle says, "A Study of Habits and Behaviors, Plus Techniques for Taming Them". It may be just me, but that subtitle is a little suggestive. It is true we have books that are way worse than that, but I've never heard of a title that suggestive in our school library, and our school library is humongous. But I believe books like that can be cram-filled with useless information. Next thing you know, you'll be reading, "Men are all slobs. But they're cute, right? Here's how to get one on your side." See what I mean? I also bet it's filled with characteristics that have either incorrect statistics or non-universal male traits. Not all of us like to flex our muscles. Not all of us like to touch that giraffe at the zoo. Not all of us like to skateboard. Not all of us like flatulence. Not to be suggestive or point fingers, but not all of us like girls! That being said, I really don't know. I mean, it sounds like a non-fiction version of Twilight, hold the incredibly gorgeous vampires. And you can definitely find Twilight in libraries... It's just sometimes when topics switch genres, they also tend to switch audiences. Lies are considered yellow journalism, correct? Isn't it illegal? If you can prove against the "so-called" facts they present/presented, you can take it to court or something.
My philosophy on this is both awkward and self-built; men and women, and even those imbetween, all have their perks. Men, on average, brute force. Women, on average, superior parental instincts. Those imbetween - although I really don't want to say it - tolerance. No one can be superior unless they have it all. Take God for example. Omniscient. Omnipotent. No mortal is like Him.
This calls for... procrastination! Just kidding. Usually, what I do is I just sit back and I try and deal with what I can. We all have a schedule, but see what you can do to cram sessions, even if small, to get homework done and out of the way. Pick out that couple of minutes you have between the bell and get to class early and get a few problems from that assignment in the textbook. Or maybe after finishing a test, you can use the time to your advantage and get that worksheet done. Or read that chapter for English. Whatever be the case. Heck, if you're reading this, not to be crude, but what are you doing here? You can be making your life easier by getting that stuff out of the way. Fun only comes before work in the dictionary. Or if you're procrastinating. Of course, I'm a hypocrite for saying this stuff, but my life isn't cramped. xDD
Gray. The description seemed to fit... I think.
If I were a girl, this would be the part where I would be jumping up and down, screaming that I got my bishie. But since I'm a guy, Namine's my bishie. ;D Zexion is amazing. Everyone knows that books hold enormous power. Think of the Bible, for example. =]
Everyone needs alone time. Some times, more that others. Some times, more often than not. I'm very content with being alone. Since I'm asexual and aromantic, I find no problem. Sometimes, we feel that way. Sometimes me more than you. Sometimes you more than I. Just depends on little fragments of time woven together by your actions and others', as well.
No. Why should they need to know, anyway? They wouldn't really care. If they let me have a Facebook, they'll obviously let me join here. After all, I am a member of a very similar forum.
The name's Geoffrey. Just Geoffrey. I'm not quite the fan of aliases on forums like this... but I do have many aliases, many of which I will not use here because they are rather irrelevant to my username, like "Verity," "Professor Darkness," "Requiem," etcetera. By the way, I hate the nickname Geoff. =] I occasionally make AMVs and trailers myself in my spare time. I'm a huge Pokemon and Kingdom Hearts fan, I love to write fanfiction, I am currently writing original stories for my own use or maybe for future publication, and anyone who has been in my room knows that I most likely worship dolphins. My reply to them is, "That, God, and Pokemon." I watch many different kinds of anime when I get the chance, and I have an internet girlfriend who is a self-proclaimed otaku, which sometimes rubs off on me. If there was a type of otaku that was series-specific, such as Pokemon or Kingdom Hearts, I'm your man. I've read the rules countless times before my account was activated, and because they're similar (and not quite as strict) to another forum I go to, you needn't worry about my behavior here. I have three websites, one of which is somewhat inactive due to my utmost busy schedule. The most-worked on one is Lapras' Grotto, a site I have been working on since November 24th of 2007. Although my introduction may seem long in comparison to others', I would just like to emphasize that I can be a somewhat complicated person that can't get to a general point most of the time. I refer to it as my own kind of social OCD.
