THE FIRST TIME I'M RANTING OUT OF EXTREME ANGER

Pay me no notice. This is my way of expending the waves of anger rolling and curling within me so I may feel better. The reason why I hadn't posted this a status so it wouldn't attract as much attention, if any at all. I'm just here to rant.

I've never met a more hypocritical woman. And you call yourself a UP student? With your ability to see and connect only the most obvious of dots, I wonder how you even got in. Disappear off the face of the earth, will you?

-This is all I can say to a roommate who has consistently only been petty, selfish, close-minded, and has done nothing but but hurl accusations at everyone. To each her own, okay?

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Writing sentiments

Fiction was and always will be my first love. But only recently have I realized the merits and appeals to poetry. Simple words strung together in lines not quite providing the totality of that one snapshot, but letting your imagination take over, hence making the experience more personal to you, as you interpret the lines within the scope of your own biases, your experiences, and within the daily events that sum up your life.  As you can see in my previous post, I’ve just written a new one, the first I’ve ever dared to publish online. May we both continue to unravel the joys of reading the written word!

Shoo away the storm

This is uncharacteristic of me. I’ve always loved reading and writing but I haven’t come up with any interesting material for the past two years, courtesy of a changed lifestyle and a much busier schedule. But last night, something happened. It was a first. Now I know how it feels to be so unreasonably accused of something, how much degradation to one’s self it could cause. I share my dormitory room with five others, and when I arrived, two of them were in one of the beds, chatting, watching some movie. I’d had a completely exhausting day and had settled to sleep and then suddenly, about I guess an hour later, I woke to chaos, to loud screaming fits and noises. Only to be accused of something after keeping to my peace. And I’m still angry, who wouldn’t?

To the tornado who continuously wrecks my peace, pray, go away.

Well I tried to explain to you

Seeing you in tears

I tried to be kind, although I was hurt myself

But you continued being only vindictive

And I’m sorry to say

I won’t let you continue to trample on me

Because I’m not feeling guilty at all

Because I really am not

You hurl your vile accusations

I’m disappointed to see you're no better than your detestable exterior

Your selfish, uncaring attitude

Seeing no more beyond yourself

Well I’m through with you

I gave you, us, a chance

A chance perhaps of friendship, if not just cold, base civility

But you haven’t returned the favor

I’m sorry to say but

I won’t let you trample on me

Hold me responsible for things

You caused with your own stupidity

And careless behavior

Go, flit away now, don’t be the effervescent fly

I’m tired of you, all the drama, and your machinations

I tried to explain to you

And I refuse getting further scorched.