Yami_no_Tenshi's blog

Come on, Yami. You can do this!

I sat on my bed, staring at the phone in front of me almost as if I expected it grow legs and walk away.

It’s just a phone call. You’re just calling to get some info on a job. And if you don’t get this job, you can always work at the store.

I continued looking at the phone, my leg bouncing up and down due to my nervousness.

Maybe I’ll wait a little longer. . .

~You’re stalling.~

Oh zip it, Zack! Usually, the voices in my head offer great companionship and entertainment, but right not was not the case. (And yes, I’ve named them.)

~Stop worrying, will ya? You’ll do fine. You’re you, for Pete’s sake!~

Not helping. . .

~Just reach for the phone and dial the number. Then go from there.~

Cradled in your arms,
My head upon your chest,
I hear your heartbeat,
Strong and steady.
I listen to your breathing,
Slow and deep.
Listening to the rhythm of your heart,
Coupled with your breaths,
It never fails to lull me
Into a deep, peaceful sleep.

There has been so much
Pressure on me lately.
Pressure to
Find a job,
Do well in school,
Take loads of tests,
Get my license,
Apply for college,
Go to college,
Decide my future.
So many things are being
Pushed on my.
And I can’t help but think
That I’m going to break soon.

That dirty, rotten,
No good, bratty,
Little thief.
How could he do this?
He stole my music right
Our from under my nose.
And the fact the he’s
My brother makes it
All the worse
(Actually it makes it more believable...).
But he’s my brother!
He’s not supposed to like
My music!
I wouldn’t mind if
He’d just ask me,
But he doesn’t!
He just takes what
He wants.
My books,
My games,
My cards.
I usually don’t put up
Too much of a fight,
And stop when I get
My possessions back,
But I draw the line at
My music.
My music makes me
Who I am.
It’s a part of me.
And when he steals it,
It’s like he’s stealing
My identity.
It may seem a little much,
But that’s how it is.
And I swear
I’ll get that little
Thief back!

I had an odd
Dream one night.
I can’t remember
Too much about it.
But I do remember
A little piece of paper,
A note with some
Numbers on it.
And they were:
640
800
900
When I awoke,
I could not make
Sense of my dream
At all.
I went down to
Breakfast and my mom
Was on the phone,
Calling the movie theater.
She grabbed a small
Piece of paper and
Wrote down:
6:40
8:00
9:00

Who am I?
What am I
Meant to be?
Was I born normally?
Or was I created?
I've always wondered...

I know I'm different
Than other people,
Other girls.
Taller,
Smarter (according to Apples anyway),
More muscular,
Stronger,
It's always set me apart.
I've had different interests,
Different ideas.
It makes me curious
About where I belong.

Do I have a destiny?
If so, then what is it?
What am I meant to do
In this world?
What is my purpose?
Was I born for a
Specific reason?
Or am I just here?
What am I
Supposed to do?
And who exactly
Am I?

Home is a place
Where one should always
Feel safe.
Where they feel they
Truly belong.
Home is where
The heart
And the soul
Both lie.
It is a place one can
Come back to
And be welcomed
With open arms
No matter what.
A home is a
Sanctuary,
A safe haven,
A place that will
Always be there.

This is it,
I've finally decided.
I know what it is
I want to do in the
Future.
I know how I want to
Spend my life.
This is the path
That I've decided to
Travel.
No one is going to
Deter me from it.
Computers,
Technology,
Programming
(Preferably for games),
I want to do it all.
This is my decision,
And nothing is going to
Stop me.

Terrifying creatures,
Heroic saviors,
Inhuman villians,
I delve myself into
The world of
Video games.
Different worlds,
Powerful weapons:
Swords,
Guns,
Chakrams,
Spears.
So many different options
To choose from.
Saving the world
From monsters,
Aliens,
Or maybe other
Humans.
In these worlds,
I feel I belong.
I guess it's true that
Fantasy can be better
Than reality...

For what
It's worth,
Nothing will ever
Alter my
Love
For my
Absolute favorite game,
The amazing RPG
Adventure of the PlayStation
System world.
Yes, I suppose I'm obsessed. Fine,
Very, extremely, completely obsessed. But
I really don't care.
I love it! ^_^

You never know
That you are missing out
On something when you have
Never experienced it.
And then once you have,
It makes your whole world
Some complete.
Like an chasm you
Never knew existed has
Been filled.
And you never know
What you have until
It is gone.
And once it is,
Your are left empty inside.
As if your world has been
Turned upsidedown,
As if a part of you has
Been torn away.
Like there is a hole inside
Of you.
A hole that can only
Be filled by that
Missing thing.
But you never know
When that thing will return
Or if it ever will.

Flating through the air,
Letting the wind take them
Where it wills.
Bubbles are so
Beautiful,
Thin,
Fragile.
They carry on as far as
They can possibly go.
And then when they can
Take it no longer,
They give in to the
Elements around them.
And Pop!, forever gone.
Just watching these
Fragile little things
Trying to hold their own,
It makes me wonder...
I am like a bubble, too?

We are always
Waiting for
Something.
Be it
Food,
A ride,
A teacher to show up,
Friends to appear,
Or whatever else.
And once what
We are waiting for
Appears,
We look for
Something else
To wait for.
We will wait,
And wait,
And wait.

Click,
Clack,
Smack.
Once again
They're off
Playing Mah Jong.
Click,
Clack,
Smack.
I'm attempting to
Follow what on
Earth they're doing.
Click,
Clack,
Smack.
Tiles moving all over,
Stacked up,
Knocked down.
Click,
Clack,
Smack.
"Mah Jong!"
Someone just won...
I think...
What the hell is
Going on?!

Here we are
Once again
In the library.
Babbit on my left,
Apples on my right.
And yet, none of us
Say a single word.
Instead we are
Typing furiously,
Speaking through forums
And comments.
And personally,
I just find this
Rather pathetic...