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Tod ist keine Lösung; es ist ein Fluch//Death is not a Solution; it is a Curse

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Ontario, Canada
Hey, Everyone! Code name Reinasaurus! Some people call me Money which is ironic because I don't have any money but apparently I'm their good luck charm in the financial department. I'm very fond of bright and vibrant colours; such as blue, green, purple, orange, red, yellow, and many more! I made this blog because lately I have so much to say but no one to tell to! So I thought I might as well write it down somewhere, you know? I'm kind of excited :)

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Everything Yaoi

Yaoi is a japanese word which means boy love.
Boy Love means a romance between two males.
Not 'Bromance' but Romance, commonly known as GAY :)

Right, now that is explained, I LOVE yaoi. I can't help but love it. This is how I see it, two hot males come together (pun not intended) and have a beautiful love story together OR two hot males come together (pun intended).


                                                               I mean isn't it just cute?

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Dreams or Stories?

This happened in a dream I had on Thursday, May 5th 2011


Legend: everything in italic is what i remember and believe after waking up.
              the writing in non-italic is the dream from what i remember.


The man is difficult to explain. He was beautiful. Long flowing black silky hair reaching his feet. smooth soft flawless milk-like skin. lean long face strong jaw high cheek bones. small angled black eyes. long black eye lashes. prefect thin eyebrows. soft almost thin red lips. long narrow pointed nose. he was breath-taking. he was tall long slightly muscular toned.

I almost lost everything. My mother is sick in the hospital, she is my only family. I live at home all alone. I feel empty and lonely until I met him. I didn't know who he was for all I know he could be a killer but I feel calm beside him. He lives with me now. I told him he looks beautiful and suddenly it snowed. I looked at him the snow gently rested on his deep black hair turning it into a perfect soft white. I was stunned staring at him and accidently whispered out loud "...more beautiful than my mother." he smiled gently causing my heart to thump. I brushed the feeling aside and laughed. "Now you're all covered in snow! Come inside you crazy man!" I pulled him inside and brought him to the bunk bed. "Here, you take the top bunk and I take the bottom. The towels are under the pillow." I grab a big blue kind of green towel and show it to him. He grimaced from the sight obviously not trusting the towel. I sit on the bed and place the towel on my lap for some reason it is damp. 'How strange' I thought and looked to the beautiful man. I pat my lap telling him to come over. he walks to me and gets rid of the towel. "What was that for?" He looks at me and offers his hand. "Let's go outside, it's lovely" I sigh and take his hand realizing there was no way else to please the man. His hand was cold like the snow. I shivered. We walked outside. My bare feet touching the cool light covered snow. It felt refreshing. I looked over the world and it was breath taking. Soft snow fell all over covering the world in its pureness. I sighed sweetly. "It truly is lovely" I smiled like I would to a lover and loved the warmth it sent throughout my body. The beautiful man watched me, a small smile placed on his lips, but his eyes had a mysterious glint. "I know" I turned to him and smiled back. I walked backwards for a bit and twirled around slowly. I noticed a small piano not far from me. Excited I walked towards it and sat in front of it. "It has been a while, I wonder, will I be able to play?" I said to myself. I heard a melody play and my hands moved on its own. I began to play the dramatic piece to a soft melody. Near the end a little girl who reminded me of myself, clapped enthusicately. "Wondeful! Wonderful!"  I smiled at her and thanked her. I got up and patted her head. We smiled at eachother. I looked back up and the beautiful man stood at the same place as before not moving. He stared at me with an almost sullen look. He reached his hand out towards me "Come, It is time for rest" I smiled at him and left the young girl behind and hurriedly walked to him. I grabbed his hands and they felt a tiny bit warm. "Alright" and he walked me back to the beds.

The girl is dying. She had a severe fever. Her only mother had watched over her but had died from her own sickness. She was sent to the hospital with no family watching her. At the brink of her death, Death came to her and she had travelled through her most valued memories. She had viewed the women on the hospital bed as her mother without realizing it was herself. The damp towel on the bed was the towel her mother put on her forehead to cool her fever down. The piano was her passion and the little girl was the younger her when she first discovered piano. The rest that she must take was her death. The snow was her lover.

It's eerie, right? What do you say about this?

Friday, May 6, 2011

Broken

This is what happens when I don't sleep; I get depressed and I write a lot of freestyle poems. This one was created on Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 2:56am.


I'm like a broken lock, damaged and unwanted. 
No longer usable going to be thrown away,
But I'm not ready...
I have so much more.... What things?
Heh... There's nothing 
No matter how much I try to fix myself I'm only a piece of broken metal...
One day I'll be thrown away to the scraps 
Melted down...
 It'll hurt...a lot,
 but if it'll help me change to become better?
Then I'll go through that pain and suffering more so than I already am
And when I wake up
Hopefully...
I'll have the only key to unlock my burdened self and make me smile...

A/N: just a random drabble I'm feeling free style, it's a poem? Whatever...



Sad, isn't it?  Thoughts? Some people who have read this believed this was based on suicide, what about you?

If I could sing a song it would be about you


I had written this freestyle poem a long time ago. I posted it on my Facebook page as a note on Friday, September 25, 2009 at 10:20pm. I had actually written this on MSN to a friend of mine. I took all the lines I said and put them together and "Tada!!" this happened. A lot of my friends had actually really liked this and could relate to how the poem was written. I thank them 'cause I know there are a lot of girls and boys who suffer unrequited love and it's never easy. So yeah on with 'If I could sing a song it would be about you'...which is quite a mouth-full!


I Miss Him And I Don't Miss Him


What is wrong with me?


This is not good
Because I don't know if he likes another
I don't know if I can like him or not
If I should or not
I want to talk to him now but I can't
And when I talk I want to be with him forever
But I can't be with him forever because I can never have him
And what I can't have is what I want


Is that bad?


I see him everyday but I cannot see him forever
I'm near him but I cannot touch him
Both of us are different but we are one of the same
He speaks to me gently but speaks to others with feeling
I am not wanted by him but is wanting him


What if love, loves another but can never love?


Is It So Bad For Me To Want Someone I Can't Have?



I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE ABOVE ^


The end! Anyways the picture was only added for effect. I find it more dramatic with visuals :)
So, tell me, what did you think? was the poem okay? could you relate to it ? what were thoughts when you read this?