The Devil Whispers Sweet Wickedness with his Call

I've seen the fleeting fetch at my window and contemplate the true meaning.

Hold Your Breath, Little Lungs

I have yet to face my Rubicon. That's because I've always been something of a spineless coward.

Let Me Love You Forever

There is only one divine and pure love, of that I have no doubt. Yet I do doubt my chances of finding and maintaining that one love. Because there are many other forms of love; powerful loves even.

I have yet to love anyone, even in a miniatured scale. I know this because I know myself. Love means to give not only yourself but to give everything.

Liquid Cocaine

A drink, warm like a hug. Although there is the distinct blackouts that accompany drinking, there is also a consolation prize. Sure, I may not recall the whole night, but I wake up and remember sensations, feelings and impressions. There is an artistic recollection that makes up for a lack of concrete memory. While it should not be an everyday occurrence, I definitely won't shy away from a little inebriated inspiration.

Life is a Mess

Life is a mess. Baseless and angry, I'm prone to bouts of self-induced isolation. It's typical and on some level so very stupid. And I can make it funny, hilarious even, but I can't bring myself to laugh. And time, it's crap. Totally damn useless.

And the Dead Girl Whispers for You to Look

It's not just about getting. It's about getting what you really need. And there's an art in that; knowing what people need.

Remember to Feel Real

You're feeling trapped by what you have become and the responsibilities you have assumed.

Mania

But it matters, and it surprises me that it does.

Inane or Insane: Who Can Really Say

17 day famine. It has eaten its way out of me. Are you pleased? It is pleased.

Scream Victim

I like myself better than I once was. Most of all, I like getting the chance to act like the bitch I really am sometimes.

Volume I - Number 2

My name is Emi. However after years of interacting with hakujins, the white folks, I have gotten use to the common mistake of being called Amy. I don't really mind. I like to think of myself as two separate people. I am Emi, undesired Janglish speaking daughter. I am also Amy, unremarkable daughter of a Japanese farmer. I like to have options.

I do not feel typical Japanese. Or maybe I'm just not typically pretty. I have a darker skin-tone that would put my ancestors to shame. A couple of summers ago, I was trying to refrain from getting too tan. I walked about with an old paper parasol and frequently hid beneath any branch that offered shade. Father was not pleased and shouted, "Care about the farm, not your face." I was instantly ashamed of myself and since then, I have accepted that every summer I will become very dark from the day's work in the fields.

I have a frizzy quality to my hair that is not silky or attractive at all. When I move to brush my fingers through it, I encounter a snaggle of hair right away.

It looks as though instead of being snuggled up within my mother's womb, I was unceremoniously thrust face-first into the side of it for the duration of her pregnancy. My nose is the main basis of this theory. It's believable that it was smashed against an unforgiving surface for nine months. Subconsciously, I find myself pinching my nose into shapeliness. It is a habit exhibited in boredom or deep-thinking. Truly, some girls twirl their hair, I pinch my nose. It's not one of my most sightly quirks.

I have a wide face. I have a flat face. At first-glance, it would appear as though I was stung repeatedly by a swarm of bees to my cheeks. They are rounded and the most prominent facial feature. My eyes are all but swallowed up by their swollen appearance. My nose is an almost afterthought and underdeveloped necessity.

Slightly Sightless

I had an interesting thought. I sometimes dislike the car driving in front of me for no rational reason. I don't like them because the color of their car or even worse, the shape of the back of their head. It got me thinking about the saying, 'blind like prejudice' and I got depressed. However, then I thought about the other saying, 'blind like love' and that gave me hope. Happy holidays everyone~!

Not mature enough to see past the rose-colored hue of childhood.

Over and over again, the inescapable circle.

Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.

And for the first time in a long time, I've stepped outside of myself.

Deeply Darkly Infatuated with You

Violent dreams are a bitch. I have never been beaten up so much in my life...err dreams. This week alone I have been: beaten with a golf club, poisoned, stabbed with a huge needle taking blood from my neck, and dropped from a TORNADO. What. The. Fuck.