Le sigh...
Midterms are this week. How kinda... pathetic. I am pretty sure that I am going to do alright on the Chem Lab one, as long as none of it is oral. I cannot understand a word my Lab instructor says half of the time. But at least I am caught up.
Anyways, Lucifer is kinda getting a little big... Maybe I shouldn't feed him so much, but he seems to be a happy fish otherwise. He also seems to have gotten lazy recently. That or he's sick. I hope he isn't. He's been doing so good recently. He seems to have gotten over his fin rot, which is good, but I hope he doesn't turn out like Stephanie's fish Calliope. Lucifer was my first fish, so I am a bit more attached to him than Beelzebub.
I am thinking that I might need to do laundry. I have two clean pairs of pants, and a few skirt, but I do not want to wear skirts. I haven't seen the knee I scraped since I scraped it a couple of nights ago at the playground... Yes, I am a klutz... Deal with it.
Anyways, I have been writing again. I've posted the poem I wrote last night below to see what everyone thinks of it.
It's titled Archangel, a recent change I just made. Only the ones who have read it at my fictionpress accout know the change I made.
You are lifted up when
Others around you are
Cutting themselves down
For your sake
As you remain
Seemingly oblivious
To the pain you cause...
Longing for the praise
From those who
Can no longer care.
From those whose lives
Are eternally brinked...
At the point of
Simply giving up hope...
You are nothing more
Than a foreboding path
Cutting through a
Daylit park
Unavoidable
For fear of well-being
Put at risk.
Fallen archangel
You seem to uphold
So much, all the while
Striking down those
Along the path to
Your own
Salvation...
Anyways, Lucifer is kinda getting a little big... Maybe I shouldn't feed him so much, but he seems to be a happy fish otherwise. He also seems to have gotten lazy recently. That or he's sick. I hope he isn't. He's been doing so good recently. He seems to have gotten over his fin rot, which is good, but I hope he doesn't turn out like Stephanie's fish Calliope. Lucifer was my first fish, so I am a bit more attached to him than Beelzebub.
I am thinking that I might need to do laundry. I have two clean pairs of pants, and a few skirt, but I do not want to wear skirts. I haven't seen the knee I scraped since I scraped it a couple of nights ago at the playground... Yes, I am a klutz... Deal with it.
Anyways, I have been writing again. I've posted the poem I wrote last night below to see what everyone thinks of it.
It's titled Archangel, a recent change I just made. Only the ones who have read it at my fictionpress accout know the change I made.
You are lifted up when
Others around you are
Cutting themselves down
For your sake
As you remain
Seemingly oblivious
To the pain you cause...
Longing for the praise
From those who
Can no longer care.
From those whose lives
Are eternally brinked...
At the point of
Simply giving up hope...
You are nothing more
Than a foreboding path
Cutting through a
Daylit park
Unavoidable
For fear of well-being
Put at risk.
Fallen archangel
You seem to uphold
So much, all the while
Striking down those
Along the path to
Your own
Salvation...