Nariko
29 / Female / Orlando, United States
Straight / Engaged
Member since:
Aug 11, 2013
Last online:
May 14, 2026
Current rating: 10.0/10 (1 votes cast)
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About Me
~2026~
So, you've made it to my page. Perhaps you're wondering if it was all just a phase. It was for me, but it was a fun phase of my life. As a former emo from the golden age of scene/emo/alt, I'm glad to say that life did get easier. Being in my teens and early 20s was a lot of self-discovery, but I'm proud of who I have become.
Favourite Music
Favourite Films / TV / Books
~2026~
Still loving anime. Its weird to seen it have gone mainstream.
~2014~
Kuroshitsuji
Kuroshitsuji 2
K
Sword Art Online
Kekkaishi
Inuyasha
Inuyasha: The Final Act
Vampire Knight
Vampire Knight Guilty
Psychic Detective Yakumo
Dusk Maiden of Amnesia
xxXHolic
Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Occult Academy
Yu-Gi-Oh!
and much more...
Education / Occupation
Chef
Who I'd Like To Meet
~2026~
RIP Joey Jordison. I got to meet a lot of bands, Whitechapel included. Life is good, and I'm satisfied.
~2014~
Joey Jordison...
And also Whitechapel.... And Upon A Burning Body....
“Heartbreak” (a poem by me)
Sway my heart
As a bird, I fly
But the thunder crashes,
And I am falling, falling, falling
Crashing through the clouds
At the death-ranking speed of the asteroid,
I burn.
Feathers to ashes,
Skin to dust-
I am crumbling, crumbling into the ashes
Fire consumes my once-soaring feathers
Exploding, exploding, exploding-
I die.
“Deadly Cycle” (a poem by me)(Written on 12/3/12)
Distant, vacant eyes stare back at me in the mirror.
Why do they look so lifeless?
Why don’t they look the way that they used to look?
They used to be bright and full of life.
They used to be the eyes
Of someone that cared about life.
But that’s just it-
I’m starting not to care.
I’m alive, but dead.
I would rather be alone,
Away from anybody and everybody, away from those who worsen
All of my cowering misery that stretches onward,
Lingering in my mind like a stubborn child who won’t leave anybody alone
I’m no longer searching in the darkness,
And crawling around trying to find my way out
I lay there and stare into nothingness
No, who am I kidding?
I don’t just lay there and stare into nothingness;
I state at the eternally bleeding cuts on my wrists
Studying them as if they were something that I had never seen before
But the only thing is,
I have seen them before.
In fact,
I’ve created them time and time again,
And I can’t seem to stop.
It’s a pattern-
A cycle-
A habit that can’t be broken;
And as my wounds start to close up,
I slash them again with my beautiful, bloody weapon,
And again, watch them in amazement
As my blood starts to pour out,
Spilling into the already blood-soaked ground
It’s a sick, malicious – yet, beautiful – cycle that I can’t stop.
Will anybody save me?