back to school

hmm......school's started its still the same old boring routine shit. But i heard from many that year 2 is where you experience the wrath of OPTOMETRY. I have like 5 modules plus 1 gem module. My gem module for this semester is psychology and counselling, i have it tommorow.

And the weekend would be spent doing some reports. Yes i have reports to hand in already and itS like the fourth day of year two. The reports are nothing too difficult but still its crap.tommorow is gonna be a long day at school till 8-effing5!

I don't even know when i became this person who works so hard for academic success. I know others who work harder but maybe they were born this way or whatever but not me.I am a lazy bitch :0 yeah gotta admit that. I have to work harder than ever to get ahead and i asked myself issit just to be ranked above others? Partially true nope 1/4true, humans are humans we like to be on top but that really is not all for me i have a hidden agenda for wanting to do well. If i don't my worst fear might come true and even if i suceed doing well it does not mean i am off the hook.well.


and almost all my classmates are supahsmart people so i have to workkkkkk my ass off...


and i hope to write more poems even after school starts... :)


Back to some hardcore studying.yuck.

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Baby I'm bad, I'm the fear in your eyes
That hate in your heart has been branded with my name
Maylene and the sons of disaster- Darkest of kin <3<3<3

Sweet Slavery

A waft of you
Deadly seduction
Sweet slavery
My addiction


Though you taunt
Pull my strings
I succumb to you
For my thrills


Chasing a mirage
Ran to my end
Into your arms
Straight to hell


Voices cried
Out to me
Shaking me, back
To reality


Deep down inside
I knew my fate
Surrendered myself
To destiny

I sway my limbs
Dance to your tune
Heedless of danger
I follow your lead

Nashira.B

Vicious Cycle

A poem i wrote....

As memories unravel
Realizations are made
My mind marvels
At all I have missed

It has been said
It is never too late
To seize what’s left

And it’s still too early
To determine my end
I say to myself

As the sun sets
And flowers wither
I reveal my feathers
Set to soar

But all are gone
Oblivion
I bawl at life
Shriek in despair

Bereft of hope
Sunk in stupor
I avert my eyes
And loose hold

Out of the blue
As it arrives
I turn my back
Give it a miss

It’s a vicious cycle
I live to regret

-Nashira. B