Hey there. I'm Vanessa. This is my blog.

You told me,live as if you were to die tomorrow, feel as if you were to be reborn now, breathe as if you were to live forever.

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I'm Vanessa, as you've already heard. My current obsessions are video games (: Gackt, CSI: Miami, anything asian, music, writing, Hellsing, Death Note, Final Fantasy ANYTHING. Reading, sitting around and sleeping. Say what you'd like, you can't change me. I still don't know what to do with my life, but I think I'll do something overseas. Ps. I'm currently in Canada. It's not really cold, and I want the pool to open soon.I like to think of myself as a nerd. And PPS. Posers fail at life, ( : X o X

Flames and Solace

the winds, washing over us
the world, the land, the sea,
we have noticed, we have seen
there were so many

but a dream,
but a solace,
but a solemn plead
that consciousness may never
arrive, for the son of the flames
may play his dark music for us

and we shall dance near the cold fire,
the melody so ever entrancing,
slumber uncalled for,
yet so graciously needed.

i too, once was that of a dream
my eyes open wide to those
who called me,
i cried out, cried out with my heart in my words,
'why have you waken me?' but with that
i shall turn over once more,

the grips of the sand of sleep
taking me back to the fire to
dance with with melody that
was ever etched into what i had
thought was a soul, now in the
hands of he who has the bow.

- vanessa tolentino


so what if i cant spell?
to hell with you all.
speaking of which.i seriously, i mean...REALLY.
AS IN,now, at this moment open a new window/tab
and put in youtube.
-the devil's trill.

it's my life of course. hehe classical life. not my alt/indie rock that you all know
and love. it's probably... the best thing i've ever heard. and the story, oh sweet virgin mother mary,the STORY.

my dear tartini had once a dream of the devil who
asked for him to be taught the violin. after a perilous
amount of lessons, tartini handed the devil his violin.
the devil, being who he was, played the most beautiful
sonata that tartini had ever heard.

as he awoke, he quickly wrote down what he had
heard the devil play, and though the song which
charmed thousands was beautiful, it was, as stated
by the late tartini himself, was not half as
well played as it was devil.

and in which, tartini said himself, quote :[his composition was] "so inferior
to what I had heard, that if I could have
subsisted on other means, I would have broken
my violin and abandoned music forever."

and that, my friends was summarized by yours
truly after about... 13 minutes of pure
ecstasy. i surely recommend this to you all who appreciate
good classical music.


A Past Repetition

We've changed. We've changed so much.
From cold, our bitter heart warmed,
The glances to the looks to that smile.
Sometimes, for us it took awhile.

But it bettered us,
Perhaps Winter was just the frost.
After dozens of apologies,
Knives removed from our backs,
There's more.
More for me.
More for them.
More for us.

Don't lie when I ask if it's okay,
Okay to tell the truth,
While a lie in that truth lay
Very hidden from us,
The past repetitions can't save us.
But can change every word after us.

-Vanessa Tolentino

(If you haven't noticed, I've started giving my poems
Titles now. (: )

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