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 adriana a. © 2009 There's not a good poet I know who has not at the beck and call of his memory a vast quantity of poetry that composes his mental library. -Anthony Hecht |
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 My name's Adriana. I don't exactly have a nickname. I'm very variable, sensitive , experience one embarassing event every day, and yet surprisingly mature. Heh. I, along with 186 million other girls in the world, suffer from an inferiority complex. For me, I like to see the beauty in things. I like art. But I'm not all obsessed over it. I like the beauty of it. I have this insane fixation that I will meet my soulmate by chance. Guess I'm not a big believer in slow development. I'm in PRCS's Modern Dance, 3/5. Profiles: Facebook | friendster | |
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Friday, March 27, 2009 @ 3/27/2009 09:05:00 PM
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I can't take this anymore, lying on the floor. This pressure is one I cannot bear, tell me why, should I even care? I don't know what I'm feeling, anger or jealousy, But my teeth are gritting, I'm in need of tea. People care so much, about what they see, beauty or rivalry, please, what's this, animosity? What's immediately looked upon, is outward appearances, I'm feeling so torn, do overlook any differences. Your work is gazed upon, mine merely read, you're like a bride in a white gown, I'll go stand at the back. You're like royalty in dress, I'm hung with the rest. It's always been this way, hasn't it? Just let me slip away, the part of my lip that i bit, now bleeding crimson regret. There's just something about you, that I do not have, I guess it is true, I cannot compare. I'm tired, Exhausted by my feelings, Wish I had you wired, So I'd know all your tellings. Why the heck, am I still talking in rhyme? When it's obvious I'm a speck, while you're so divine. They say "You're special in your own way", I'll raise my brow in disbelief, This world is already so prejudiced, These sayings merely to give you relief. Why am I such a saddist? What can I say? Prove me wrong, that the world isn't, such a bad place to stay. Just like a book, my cover's seen first, but read my story, and you'll develop your thirst. I'd rather you not judge on looks, because that would seriously point out, that you're a crook. Don't say hot, Because that implies, You want to do something, that you should never have thought. So you'll rather say pretty, oh what a pity, another word, based on what you deem is nice. Hesitant to say beautiful, Coz that really isn't what you think, So why settle for average, Go ahead, get that one on the stage. ------------------------- Actually this has nothing to do with me and my looks. I just felt like writing it because today was basically based on prejudice according to outward appearances. Then i just continued writing about words that hold different meanings, and what I feel about them. Most guys don't really use the word beautiful, most of the time when they say it i doubt they mean it. Heh, become personal already. Me and my condemnation of men. Okay, back to general. I doubt even if you do use that word, doesn't hold much meaning. Wow, from prejudice, to looks, to relationships... Okay okay, I'm totally just going bonkers. ------------- I hold my tea, with shaking fingers. Can't believe, your presence still lingers. ------------- I don't get you, you don't get me, don't know why I can't see, that maybe this isn't meant to be. |