This is a collection of poetry that I've started. I've started to have a fondness for Azumanga Daioh. A wonderful, cute comedy about 7 high school students, a few obnoxious teachers, and the unsimple kind of lives they lead. Enjoy.
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"You can ring my bell, ring my bell,
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
(ring my bell, ding-a-ling-a-ling)…"
-Anita Ward, Ring My Bell
Ring My Bell
By Jo-Ryan Salazar
Poem 1: Koyomi == Borderline
Morning. Rise.
And believe.
I believe that appearance is everything.
I believe that appearance is everything.
I believe that appearance is everything.
Yes. I believe.
I'm obsessed about it. In one way or another.
I want to look beautiful,
And become
An image
For everyone.
It's not about alienation,
It's not about degradation,
It's about gaining an action for satisfaction.
And I can't satisfy.
Everyone thinks the world of me,
And I am oblivious,
Lacking, short.
Sometimes I may eat a chocolate or two,
And that would be it for the day.
Monday, check the scales,
Tuesday, check the scales,
Wednesday, check the scales.
It's like a cycle that never ends
And has no right too,
Because it's purifying. It's beneficial.
It's healthy.
Everyone thinks I'm normal.
Normal. N-O-R-M-A-L.
Really. Everyone sees me as a role model.
Everyone sees me as this cool girl
With the cool image
And the cool glasses.
But, I just don't seem
To have
The tendency
To nourish. I have no right to.
No one knows this,
But one way or another, they will.
Even Tomo will. My best friend.
She may be oblivious to the real me,
But I'm sure she'll no.
And then again, I don't want her to know
That I chose to taint my image
Without even tainting it.
Sometimes, I ponder,
Is life really that important?
You ask me that question,
And I will turn my eyes down low,
And take a knife in the middle of the night,
And watch as blood falls down
In the shower.
That is my answer.
It's about appearance.
It's about my image.
It's about being attractive.
It's about feeling good.
Everyone thinks I've done that.
But I feel that I haven't gotten there.
It's like a journey to a point of no return,
And it's up to me to change it.
I will change. I will believe that appearance is not everything.
But not yet. Not yet.
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End Poem 1
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"You can ring my bell, ring my bell,
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
(ring my bell, ding-a-ling-a-ling)…"
-Anita Ward, Ring My Bell
Ring My Bell
By Jo-Ryan Salazar
Poem 1: Koyomi == Borderline
Morning. Rise.
And believe.
I believe that appearance is everything.
I believe that appearance is everything.
I believe that appearance is everything.
Yes. I believe.
I'm obsessed about it. In one way or another.
I want to look beautiful,
And become
An image
For everyone.
It's not about alienation,
It's not about degradation,
It's about gaining an action for satisfaction.
And I can't satisfy.
Everyone thinks the world of me,
And I am oblivious,
Lacking, short.
Sometimes I may eat a chocolate or two,
And that would be it for the day.
Monday, check the scales,
Tuesday, check the scales,
Wednesday, check the scales.
It's like a cycle that never ends
And has no right too,
Because it's purifying. It's beneficial.
It's healthy.
Everyone thinks I'm normal.
Normal. N-O-R-M-A-L.
Really. Everyone sees me as a role model.
Everyone sees me as this cool girl
With the cool image
And the cool glasses.
But, I just don't seem
To have
The tendency
To nourish. I have no right to.
No one knows this,
But one way or another, they will.
Even Tomo will. My best friend.
She may be oblivious to the real me,
But I'm sure she'll no.
And then again, I don't want her to know
That I chose to taint my image
Without even tainting it.
Sometimes, I ponder,
Is life really that important?
You ask me that question,
And I will turn my eyes down low,
And take a knife in the middle of the night,
And watch as blood falls down
In the shower.
That is my answer.
It's about appearance.
It's about my image.
It's about being attractive.
It's about feeling good.
Everyone thinks I've done that.
But I feel that I haven't gotten there.
It's like a journey to a point of no return,
And it's up to me to change it.
I will change. I will believe that appearance is not everything.
But not yet. Not yet.
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End Poem 1