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To be honest there is nothing much about me worth knowing. I live in an island, enjoys being a photographer at times and dance like no one else business. Thats all. I can't think what to write for now so it just stays like this. Welcome to the little life of mine and lets try not to get utterly bored, shall we?

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Radiation Rap
Monday, August 4, 2014 @ 8/04/2014 08:31:00 PM

I am so upset about so many things right now the only thing
that makes me feel remotely sane,
is to keep calm and read on -
and I escape from my horrible situations
and I transport myself elsewhere
and suddenly, the world seems so much better
than it is in reality when it keeps going against me
and I keep going against it.

Yet the noises never stop
and they keep coming
and pushing
and the pressure keeps building
and I am incapable of anything except
to pretend that I am fine
except I am not fine.

I am tired at myself and tired of being upset and angry
so my energy cracks and fizzles
like the million little stars above the skies
that keeps on burning bright,
I ask, O stars! Why you twinkle so bright?
Aren't you ever tired especially at the night?
But I get no replies because,
well of course I don't
because damn it they're stars
-their only job is to burn and be bright like a star

and I wonder how hard is it
or how easy it is
for their life to stay put
and simply be themselves and already they are bright
against the pitch-dark universe,
already they stand out.

So I think, hang on I want to be a star!
That's when the stars align and I try to figure out the answers.
So I write to figure out to how to get the answers
and I realize that I get my answers
as I am writing,
for the words align in my head
and suddenly,
I burn very brightly

not on the outside but slowly from the inside
and this burning energy intensifies
and I burn and burn and burn
and suddenly I am unhappy no more
because there is no more emotions for me to burn anymore,
but I keep on writing anyway because that is the only thing I know how to do as a human
and the stars above wonder how's life below for me and the billions of humans below.

Written in angst but ended with a smile :) It started as a paragraph below but I broke them down into a poem. I am a horrid poet though so I decided to maintain its original paragraph form.

I am so upset about so many things right now the only thing that makes me feel remotely sane, is to keep calm and read on -and I escape from my horrible situations and I transport myself elsewhere and suddenly, the world seems so much better than it is in reality when it keeps going against me and I keep going against it. Yet the noises never stop and they keep coming and pushing and the pressure keeps building and I am incapable of anything except to pretend that I am fine except I am not fine. I am tired at myself and tired of being upset and angry so my energy cracks and fizzles like the million little stars above the skies that keeps on burning bright, I ask, O stars! Why you twinkle so bright? Aren't you ever tired especially at the night? But I get no replies because, well of course I don't because damn it they're stars -their only job is to burn and be bright like a star and I wonder how hard is it or how easy it is for their life to stay put and simply be themselves and already they are bright against the pitch-dark universe, already they stand out.

So I think, hang on I want to be a star! That's when the stars align and I try to figure out the answers. So I write to figure out to how to get the answers and I realize that I get my answers as I am writing, for the words align in my head and suddenly I burn very brightly not on the outside but slowly from the inside and this burning energy intensifies and I burn and burn and burn and suddenly I am unhappy no more only because there is no more emotions for me to burn anymore, but I keep on writing anyway because that is the only thing I know how to do as a human and the stars above wonder how's life below for me and the billions of humans below.
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