Regression & Poetry

Regression (re·gres·sion) [/rɪˈgrɛʃən/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciationri-gresh-uhn]
-noun

1.	the act of going back to a previous place or state; return or reversion.

2.	retrogradation; retrogression.

3.	Biology. reversion to an earlier or less advanced state or form or to a common or general type.

4.	Psychoanalysis. the reversion to a chronologically earlier or less adapted pattern of behavior and feeling.

5.	a subsidence of a disease or its manifestations: a regression of symptoms.

-adjective
6.of, pertaining to, or determined by regression analysis: regression curve; regression equation.

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Regression (re·gres·sion) [rĭ-grěsh'ən]
n.

1. Reversion; retrogression.
2. Relapse to a less perfect or developed state.
3. Psychology Reversion to an earlier or less mature pattern of feeling or behavior.
4. Medicine A subsidence of the symptoms or process of a disease.
5. Biology The return of a population to an earlier or less complex physical type in successive generations.
6. Statistics The relationship between the mean value of a random variable and the corresponding values of one or more independent variables.
7. Astronomy Retrograde motion of a celestial body.
8. Geology A relative fall in sea level resulting in deposition of terrestrial strata over marine strata.

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Close to the definition of a word I'm looking for: a word I do not know.
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one day tears will cease to fall
you shall learn to beg and crawl
Wrapped in nettle-sharp shawl
as one who has lost all
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tears fall because you're worth it
the hope of my faith
all light, all grace
tears fall because you're worth it
occupy my heart-of-space
disgrace.
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abused
i'm nothing but misused
confused
understand
my life
she mused
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Look at me
she wanted to scream
lost in reality
Wishes for dreams
dark and
misleading, tradeoff
but there
he was real
ethereal
smiling at- her.
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And so, the juices of
petals red flowed from
my innards like sand
from an hourglass
staining fragile
being for the time seeing
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I'm in the process of cleaning my room- a daunting task *nervous laughter* Everything is all over the place (pleasedontmakemegoback) but I must finish! GAHHH!

Poems were written last night at approx. 1:30 am; I need more sleep *___________*
They (the poems) have no titles..maybe one day..
Oh, and they are separate entities, not one big giant messed up poem.

ohgee
ms rainclouds

-arg-

I'm feeling quite @___@;; now.

But there's still so much homework to do. >_< style="font-style: italic;">that bad; it's just the amount of homework involved.

and my brother's mean to me =[

Omfg >_<

I got rejected badly for my attempts at a scheduling change. Oh dear, now I'm stuck in a class that wastes my time instead of getting graduation requirements. Yeah, sure, I can always take it next year, but with the workload I'm expecting, I'm tempted to bleed tears. Lemme tell you, I'm pretty peeved. The classes I got were NOT what I was expecting; it is definitely NOT the classes they predicted before school ended.

Idle Quest: Please find someone in the junior class at school who is content with their schedule. I promise you, they've messed it all up somehow.

The Brighter Side? It's too easy to get an A in the elective I have now. But I'm bored out of my skull; the teacher is..odd; the classmates are.."gangsta"; I'm..neither. Really looking forward to the rest of the year -_-;;
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Can I do a little advertising for Tokio Hotel? I mean, besides some drop-dead gorgeous twins, check out the vocals, the rhythm scheme, the sense of anticipation.

This morning started out with, "Hey, let's find out if Tokio Hotel is any good.." Of course, even if they weren't, the hot guys were still worth it, right? Nah, but they're good. Good.
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Calculus class is quite intense. Well, not intense intense, but it's intense in the fact that it's so repetitive. Bugs me out.
But fun, I do like this class.

Anyways, homework is calling out my name. After two weeks of starting school on Tuesday, I feel I'm going to come down with a severe case of the Mondays tomorrow. Better take some tylenol (x

blank thoughts
~ms rainclouds