A Change in Clarity

Omg, this is really old, too. We wrote these 'Change' things for a project last year in MF... I had some epic poster that went with this, but I think she kept them all. xD

A change in clarity

Is a simple concept

But a complex process.

It is easy to say

That explanations are effortless.

However, how can one explain something

That he or she does not understand?

The person may think he understands the concept

But does he really?

If he thinks he understands,

Why would he ask for clarification?

He does not.

He tumbles through life

Believing he is correct.

He then spreads his understanding to others

Who are all deceived by the false explanation

And they transmit the sophism to more

And how do we know when it stops?

When it erupts.

This spreading is like a tsunami

It starts as a single ripple

Then it grows and picks up speed with the wind

The mere ripple grows into a wave.

Though it is not feared

The wave turns into a rush

And it is enjoyed by humans

The rush becomes a high tide

And people start to leave

But the high tide does not care.

It gains more capacity and volume

With the wind of false rumors spreading

As its power source

The high tide starts to flood the beach and village

But for the flood, it is not enough.

The wind pushes at its back, urging it to go on

Soon the rain of curiosity accompanies it

With the lightning and thunder of loathing and despise

And that flood turns into a tsunami

People run in fear of the monstrous water

That destroys all in its path

Did the people create this tsunami?

Did the pollution they produce raise the chances

Of this giant destruction?

Is this all mankind’s fault,

Or is it a mixture of that and

The inevitable power nature possesses over mankind?

Clarification is a change in itself

Being simple and complex

All at once.

I wish I could write. TTATT
~Mayu♥

Ode to Sock

This is seriously so old....
Anyway, wrote this last year for MF and found it just now going through my USB to look for stuff to put in my SS... xD

Oh sock of unique beauty

Your material stretches all the way over my knee

Keeping me warm in the winter

Your color scheme is so aesthetically pleasing

With your mixtures of

Purple

Black

Blue

White

But your stripes are my favorite part

Along with the way they cover my feet and legs

I often wear you to sleep

Or mornings when it is just too cold

You please my feet

With your feelings of

Warmth

Comfort

Softness

Smoothness

So thanks to you, dear sock

I actually don’t mind looking at my feet

As long as you are there to cover them

Thanks to you, sock of immaculate wonder

My feet and legs are happy whenever you hang around

I hope you stick with me, and not get lost in the dark abyss that is the dryer.

Sock of immaculate wonder...... Ahh, that's pretty good, if I do say so myself xD

~Mayu♥

Never Ending Story~

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It finally happened. ;A;

~Mayu♥

Another Paragrah~ xD

This one, in my humble opinion, is the best that I have written thus far, but alas, it was not graded. :<

It was a Friday night and fourteen-year-old Yuta Tamamori’s mother had arranged for him to stay the night with his younger cousin Yuya.

“But mom!” Yuta whined, having no avidity at all to spend the night with his shy little cousin, “There’s supposed to be an awesome party tonight that I want to go to!”
“Well,” she replied, “there will be more parties in the future, dear. And I’m sure that it’s not going to be that great anyway.” She shooed her son into the car and set off towards her sister’s house.
“Hey now! I’m fourteen already, don’t you think it’s time I get a girlfriend?” Yuta smiled coyly, flexing his incipient muscles.

His mother rolled her eyes. “Please. You hardly need to be thinking about girls right now, what with that C+ in math. Besides, your cousin is really shy and your aunt tells me he hasn’t been fitting in at school well. Maybe you could help him?”

Yuta’s silence was ephemeral. “That’s because he’s a loser! He’s too shy for anyone to like him.”

“Yuta! That’s very rude. Yuya is just a little scared of people; you know how his father was.”

Yuta’s mind was imbued with memories of the violent, drunken man. They were both still in grade school, and Yuta had wandered over to Yuya’s to play. When he approached the door, he could hear loud crashes, screams, and yelling. Stepping tentatively towards the noise, Yuta saw Yuya’s father, usually a salubrious, kind man, full of rage and venom. The man’s back was to him, and Yuta peeked around him to see Yuya cowering in the corner, his clothes full of rents and his skin full of bruises and scratches. His feet had moved on his own, and he went to comfort Yuya, but Yuta stepped on some broken glass, alerting Yuya’s father of his presence. The man whipped around and set his drunken sights on Yuta. Yuta’s eyes widened for a split second before turning around and running out towards the yard, the drunken man hot on his heels. Yuta’s young mind prognosticated that his life would not continue much longer, but when he reached the yard, he was met with the comforting sight of the police, who took the man away. It was the last Yuta had ever seen of him. As Yuta held his younger cousin in his arms, he comforted Yuya with promises to always protect him, making it his tenet.

The familiar ‘thump-thump’ of pulling into a driveway purloined Yuta’s thoughts from his past, and he looked up at the house in which Yuya and his mother now lived by themselves. His mother parked the car and the two got out, Yuta dragging his duffle bag behind him. He had barely set foot inside the house when his mother and Yuya’s mother said quick good-byes and set off to go shopping. Yuya shyly met Yuta’s eyes before staring at the ground again.

“Hi, Yuuyan,” Yuta said with a grin, hoping that using his cousin’s old nickname would remind the boy of their old friendship. All through elementary school, the two had been inseparable, but now as their middle school days neared an end, they hadn’t talked much at all.

“Hi… Yutaan,” Yuya replied with a small smile.

“So, what should we do?”

“We could play video games…if you want.”

Yuta was just as in love with video games as the next middle school boy, and excitedly accepted the offer. The two sat down in the living room, and Yuya ordered some pizza while Yuta set up the gaming system. The two boys ate, snacked, and played until they were satiated, and finally decided to go outside for some evening basketball. After two rounds Yuta plopped down on the grass and wiped his forehead.

“You always were better than me at this!”

“Well you know…” Yuya took on a declamatory air, “I am more athletic, smarter, better looking…”

It took Yuta a few minutes to realize he’d been insulted, responding with an indignant, “Hey!”

Yuya laughed airily as he sat down next to Yuta, spinning the basketball in his hands.

“Just kidding,” he said with a smile. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Yuya spoke again.

“Actually, I’ve always looked up to you. You’re so good with people, and have so many friends. Everybody seems to like you…”

“Well, I have to be good at something!” the two boys laughed for a moment and Yuta resumed speaking. “Yuya, you would have plenty of friends if you just opened up to some people.” Yuta placed a hand on his cousin’s shoulder. “I could always give you a push in the right direction though,” he added with a smile.

Yuya grinned back, “Thanks. I would actually really like that.”

I ♥ these two. x3

~Mayu♥

Paragraph of the Week, lol

I thought her comment was funny, so I posted the last graded one. xD

Two friends, Yamato and Ren, walked along a river bank, aiming to find something they had lost earlier that day. They came across a sewer entrance, and Ren suggested they check out the opening, just in case. Yamato followed, albeit slightly unwillingly. The sepulchral area almost made him think a dirgefulsong was soon to echo off the walls. Ren, being the fastidious guy he was, checked every little nook before suggesting they go further inside. Yamato didn’t really think that the lost key would have traveled that far, but once again followed him. Their soft palaver filled the air as they walked along. Yamato attempted to ignore the creepy surrounding and focus on their conversation; Ren’s lack of provincialism, thanks to his being raised by his older sister, always amazed Yamato. He was glad that they were able to share heterodox ideas without having to worry about the other judging him. Yamato was pulled from his thoughts rudely when the two boys ran into a seemingly imperious homeless man. He introduced himself as Judge Turpin, the Great, and proceeded to adjudicateover an imaginary trial. Ren and Yamato cast quick glances at each other before fleeing in the opposite direction of him. When they reached the opening again, they bumped into a police officer, who was convinced that they were partaking in illegal activities. Their seditious attitudes, he thought, needed to be taken care of.

“Your rapaciousness is unforgiveable!” he exclaimed. Ren and Yamato attempted to sidestep him and get away, but the man got in their way, demanding animmolation of their souls. Yamato was slightly creeped out, while Ren could see nothing but the facetiousness of the situation.

Suddenly, Yamato woke up in his bed. He was rather confused until he looked around and realized he had been dreaming. Next to him, Ren woke up as well.

“I just had the weirdest dream,” he said groggily.

“Same here… there was this creepy judge in a sewer,” Yamato replied.

“Woah, was there an evil police officer who was thought we were doing illegal stuff, too?”

“Um, yeah, actually there was. Why?”

“I think we had the same dream,” Ren replied with a laugh.

“Or was it really a dream?” Yamato replied jokingly, and the two rolled out of the bed and went downstairs for breakfast.

(This is SO WEIRD....the book I am reading right now takes place some of the time in the underground of London and it is loomed over by a mysterious being...your story remined me of it! Nicely done, as usual. It is even mistake-free! Next time write something you might be able to use in your project! Just a thought!)

I am such a procrastinator.... I really need to get going on that project. xD

Yay, Gokusen. xD

Pic Post

http://live.nicovideo.jp/gate/lv59897378

http://personales.ya.com/catalinalorenzo/BNS1.htm

For personal use. Or your use. Whatevs. :3 ♥

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Yo. I decided to post about this pic because all my thoughts on it are far to extensive to tweet. xD

First off, and probably the most obvious, is the questionable Takayama. Like seriously, what the heck is Yamada doing in between Takaki's legs, and even more pressing, why does he look so comfortable (not to mention happy) there? Should this lead us to believe that such events occur on a normal basis? Are they actually together? (lol, NO) Is Yama-chan just an attention-whore? Does Takaki just like to be a pimp?

Am I speculating to much? Yes? Well then, let's move on.

I, for one, have never seen Takaki as much of a leader. Even so, I can see how people would like him. He seems to give off that certain aura that just draws others in. This must have intoxicated the photographer, who decided to make him the focus of this pose. Like, what the heck? How often is Takaki in the middle-MIDDLE? It's weird. I kind of feel strange thinking of it. Moreover, this isn't even during the time he was popular- Gokusen 3 times. SO yeah. Moving on.

Hikaru has cleavage.

Spot the Okajima~~ ♥

Chinen's face looks especially creepy. He seems to be thinking about his latest and greatest plan to stalk Ohno and steal his used tissues out of the trash and frame them.

Daichan is a cutie-pie.♥

Okay. Takaki's eyebrows are almost not there. What the hell kind of a make-up artist did they have? How could he or she NOT have filled those in? Ugh. I might just Gimp them in there. xD

Hikato are enjoying Takaki's shoulders. Random? Yes. But they are. And Yuuyan is enjoying it too. Look how happy he is. But that could be because of that conveniently placed Yama-chan.

OHMYSHOON RYUU IS SO CUTE.

Yuto's expression = ♥. He looks just a tad unprepared for this shot, which is adorable.

Inoo is Puri Puri Pretty.

This is one of the few shots where Yabu doesn't go 'POW!' to my eyes. It's probably because of that Takaki sitting in the middle of the page.

On to my favorite aspect of this picture: Hikato. The more I looked at this picture, the more suspicious I got. Seriously, where is Hikaru's other hand? And Keito's expression- surprised. Look at those eyes. They are obviously wider than normal. Not to mention how pleased Hikaru looks with himself. Hee hee~ Hikato.

I hope YOU enjoyed this. xD

~Mayu♥