Penname: Miss Poetica

Editor (a.k.a. beta fish): Eiventura (formerly blankgravity)

I don't have much to say because there's nothing to say about me.

I did the stupidest thing, so I'm not Yoru Moyasu anymore, but Miss Poetica.

Shall I repeat? My OLD pen name is Yoru Moyasu.

Note from Eiventura: She calls me a beta fish. I prefer editor because that's what I do. Although of late I have become a lackey and exasperated door mat to Miss Poetica. See this page? Created by moi. See The Marc de Cafe uploaded? That was me. Miss Poetica can't spell, has the attention span of a two year old with brain damage, doesn't know the meaning of grammer, has trouble putting thoughts into words, and has a tendency to let me bribe her into doing things. So now you see what I do? Why, you ask, do I do it? Well, because beneath the lazy lump called Miss Poetica is an amazing authoress. I have faith in what she does so that is why I lower myself to 'beta fish'. So Miss Poetica, just as a reminder I say...

Unbearably Yours, Eiventura.

Favorites:

Anime- Inuyasha, Fruitsbasket, Demon Diary, Full Metal Alchemist, S-Cry-Ed, and basically most of Miyazaki's films.

Music- Rock, J-pop, K-pop, and sometimes a little bit of rap.

Songs- Swing Life Away, BYOB, Helena, Ugly, Broken, and Remedy.

Color- Grey (Basically between white and black which would be grey.)

Hobbies- Writing, drawing, or walking around aimlessly getting lost.

Subject- None

Book- Shadow Spinner

Movie- The Day After Tomorrow

Poem of the Whatever:

Sweet soft whisper in my ear

Tell me what you hear

A heart breaking

A trust shaking

I can hear tears flowing

Sweet soft whisper

Tell me what you hear.

-Yoru Moyasu

Quote:

"What is it that they call the 'String of Fate'? They say that binds us all to create a web. It is blue?

Red?

Yellow?

Black?

Is it a rope?

Or is it a thread?

For if it is a string...

...that string can easily be broken.

-Yoru Moyasu

Updates:

8/22/06

I really have nothing to say and I don't type as much on profiles or even about myself. I really have no special talents nor am I a good writer. Hopefully, no one will notice this...profile and continue with their routines of clicking stories and reading them. Oh yes, I have posted Chapter 1 of The Marc de Cafe. I know The Marc de Cafe is a strange name (The Coffe Grounds in French although I didn't know this until Eiventura pointed it out to me). Yes, I am thinking about sticking with this new story. Maybe. Probably. I really have no motivation for it. I actually don't really update unless Eiventura has forced me, bribed me, or perhaps I was sugar high.

Stories:

The Marc de Cafe- AU. It all started with a minty fortune cookie...amoung other things such as a broken heart, a buisness deal gone bad, and a not so heavy lump that fell on top of him. "I wish I had a tranquilizer," Sango says, "and a nicer kitchen..."

Random Segment:

Sprawled on his stomach on wet grass, he looked up at the sky. Cloudy. He could smell rain on its way and hear the sound of thunder clapping nearby. But he didn't care. He wanted to stay here. To smell the rain. He liked it. Because...

...it smelled like her.