Phoenix Rising

ARP. Oh wow. I don't think anyone has any idea how furious I was this afternoon. Ehem was being all 'I know more than you', and all of a sudden, I felt angry. Who is she to use That tone... especially when it has always been me who's doing all the work and talking to the mentor. Just because you find it funny to see that I do not know a lot about c programming, you think it's okay to laugh?

I really regret starting this project with you. At first, I thought maybe, just maybe, since you are my roommate and all that, I will try to work with you and get to know you. Perhaps ignore the bad things that have been said about you, since I've never spoken to you before. Then, as the months pass by and the assignments pile up, you do so much less compared to what the two of us do. You claim to be busy, but all I see is someone who does not work when we are in the office, and does nothing at home. You claim to not know how to continue. How can that be, when you were the one who said that with your programming background, you can most likely handle the programming part of the project, and we can focus on the math. How can this be? A person with no experience at programming, who only likes css and html and detests actionscript managed to work out most of the assignments. It can't be that that noob can program in c much better than you, especially since you started learning it when we had the confirmation of the project, while I started... 2 weeks before this attachment.

Words cannot describe how angry I was. I should really be more hard hearted and listen more to my brain. Logic... after all, often rescues me from many situations.

I still like you loads, damn it.



Bad grammar, spelling and what not. Meh.

Title: Erotas
Pairing: Rizzoli & Isles

Every night we dance
Rizzoli, a moan. Isles
Outward nochalance in the morn
Transformed
As night falls. Our bodies
Sing. As we lose ourselves in love once more

Her heart thumped. Pain. Fury. Death. Surrounding her. Haunting her. Bleeding into her with each step she took.

Dark.
The world was dark. Clouded by the sins of humanity. Once light, it was tarnished by the hypocrisy of the right.

Cracked.
It was falling apart. The Earth, our hearts, our minds. It was splitting into pieces. Seperated.

Pain.
Our hearts. Torn in two directions. To remain hidden? Or to reveal itself?

Rejection.
Our true selves, rejected by our families. Alone, we walk this neverending path, fending away the cruel insults hurled upon us by our fellow men.

Suffering.
The poor, the desitute. Lying on the cold, dirty streets. Shivering as the cruel winter chilled them. Cowering in their flimsy shelters, they prayed.

Prayer.
Useless perhaps? Perhaps your God has forsaken us, perhaps we have angered him/her with our careless discrimination.

Death.
Ultimately we fall into her arms. Gladly? Sadly? Full of regrets? Who knows when she'll take us?

Tears.
For the ones that left us long before their time. For the ones who we hurt.
For the ones we never told.