12th just came up. who ever thought up of such nuisance? I mean, no I don't mind the studies, or the work. it's the expectations....which are so frustrating. "It's your last year". "College's coming"...as if I didn't know. I'm tired of following orders. living up to expectations. now, I'll follow my dream, live the way i wanted to. heh....i'm just ranting. Forgive me. You are not here to read this crap (if anybody DOES see this, that is). But yeah, I'm supposed to write poems here. And I've written a few...just wait a bit, they'll be up soon. I could say I've been through a lot, but, haven't we all? I can make excuses, and you can ignore them, so lets not bother. Just pick any random reason. I hardly care. Did I tell you I draw? I guess I didn't. Sorry. But yes, I do. It's up to you to decide how good I am (once I upload a few, that is). back to topic, now. Since i'm not gonna give you a poem now, lemme give you a piece of my mind, a part of me. Living in this world ain't easy. For the gamers, it's like fable 3. try being good, and read no reviews. See what happens. It's tough. But, someone has to fight the good fight. For the greater good. Because, even when darkness is paramount, a seed of light remains. Then why not be seed if light myself? I try to help. Usually I end up with my face in the mud, but for the few times it works, it's worth it. Try helping someone out, making someone happy. Then see how happy you feel....it's a warm feeling, I guess I CAN call it happiness. Well, whatever it is, it sure is very fulfilling. It's hard to walk this path, for it's painful. But for me, pain is better then corruption. Then comes the various fights, "You're stupid","No one cares"..etc etc. I care. And no I'm not stupid. It's just....not cunning. Making people happy is itself a challenge. Most don't want help, those who do are not satisfied. So, first, you have to help people without even letting them know, and then listen to them boast. I try to do my best. I wish they had :)( for a smiley. Sad and happy at the same time. Sad, for nobody acknowledged my help, happy that I managed to help. I'm happy when others are. Trouble is, "other"-s are usually sad, and then, so am I. How can I be happy in a world of misery? and why shouldn't I help? at least, this way, even if I die trying, I'll die knowing I could help. I guess self-satisfaction is the best I get. I don't mind. In fact, I'm glad. This way, I won't ever tire of my job. Thanks for listening. I'll try and post a poem next time. :)

okay, here's a poem :)

waiting, waiting and wondering why
why can't this world just let me by
I wanna be free, fly in the sky
But this world so cruel, tore my wings, made me cry......

i know the truth, even though you lie
to bring me down was all u did try

but I won't give up, no I won't die
I'm a warrior, I still have some fight left inside

so burn me, turn me to ashes and thow me to the wind
you might think me defeated, to the wall pinned

I'll turn, roar and break free
you messed with a god when you messed with me
now I'd destroy you, curse you to infinity
but I'm stupid, I know mercy
so, like I always do, I'll forgive thee

I'm not a barabarian, unlike you
the evildoer, vanquisher of all things true
people like me, we've been cut down to a few
but know this, we will fight back, n wen we do
you'll be annihilated, and leave no clue

but I have patience, I have faith
to let you breathe another breath
maybe you'll see the light, the day's not far
my help for all, no one I bar

but tell me, is this your beautiful life
all bloodshed and bloody strife
it drives through my heart like a knife

so come with me, there's much to repair
you are with me, do not despair
I'm your angel, for you I care......