I am a seventeen year-old bookworm, who is a Harry Potter freak, and typically not too picky about the books I read (if one book sucks the next one will be better). In general books rock, but I also love my dog, Razza (Keesie (pronounced Keezie) is shorthand for Keeshond which is the breed of dog Razza is, if you are staring at my display name/picture (she's typically my avvie, but this changes) and don't get it). Razza is currently four years old and I am working to put an agility title on her. I am often busy with school work, but when I get a bit of free time I am typically found here on shelfari. I put in about an hour each day, here on shelfari (it's a bit addictive). Also most of the groups I am part of are really awesome, so you should go check them out. Oh, and I speak semi-coherent Japanese, due to my three years of Japanese class and I plan to add many more years (4-5) to that total, and spending a bit more time in Japan at some point in the near future.
Why you are bothering to read this is a marvel to me, but to each their own,
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Keeziegirl, NicoleFavorite Song of the Moment:Heartless By Kris Allen
Other Sites:-http://www.playlist.com/Keeziegirl
Some of my poetry...Infinity--My muscles tensing,
The world and time blurring to a stop,
But somehow I cannot find it in me to care,
Or even raise a finger,
Too blissful to mind.
The heat of the burning surrounds me,
I know this moment is not infinent,
But in my mind it will be,
And what a beautiful still frame it is,
As the flames skirt around the bottom of my face.
My head is starting to burn,
I feel the fumes from the fire filling my lungs,
Taking a risk for another breath,
Breathing in deeply,
Just enough to say the words I never got a chance to.
"I lo--"
My lungs fail me,
My brain suffocating along with my blood cells,
My ears blistering as the flames kiss me,
Well I guess all I can do in the end is try,
And try I do as I move my lips through the motions of the words my voice never brought life to.
ChaosThe world seems to flow in an endless state of chaos,
All of the artistic intricacies long forgotten,
The garbage bin by the street,
Still over filled from the weeks without pickup,
The convenience store down the street,
Now only stocked with evaporated milk and sugar,
The boy down the street that I used to crush on,
Is long gone,
Dieing slowly,
And painfully,
From the same sickness that knocks at my door everyday,
Distrust.
The Calming EffectHarsh rain pounds against the roof,
Creating a strangely calming effect,
The constant noise tunes out all of my stress,
My mistakes,
My issues,
I need the rain to truly look at myself,
To see past my own defenses,
My own devastation,
The wonderful pounding of the droplets,
Finally allows a clear vision of the world,
Its navigation book finally revealed,
Remnants of my earlier anger slowly leave my body,
Until all I hear is the constant pounding of the rain.
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