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In Hopes Of You - March 17, 2004
I've never felt like this before,
Weak at the knees as if pulled to the floor,
A shiver runs down my spine,
It isn't possible for these feelings to be mine.
Any thought of you makes my heart skip a beat,
I've begun to pull myself apart, as if in sheets,
Layers of my personality, showing me to you,
But I can't show you all of me, you'll only get a clue.
I'm starting to show off for you, in hopes of your attention,
I'm compromising myself for your affection,
And I know that it isn't the right thing to do,
But I'm getting the feeling I'm in love with you.
- Critique that!
kills phones: really want me too?
EvilGarishFaery: Yesss.
kills phones: well beat n sheets dont really rhym and neither does attention and affection and if u rhym some id think ud atleast make it all rhym..and some of it seems like it has to many syllabols so it doesnt flow all togther PERFECTLY btu nothigns perfect
EvilGarishFaery: I'm sick of making my poems perfect though.
kills phones: im just critiquing it like u said
EvilGarishFaery: Because then I can't ever make them exactly how I want them. They take a turn and go in an opposite direction, compromising my true meaning :D
kills phones: maybe but that urge or need to make it perfect AND fit how you truely feel is what makes you a great poeyt
kills phones: poet
EvilGarishFaery: Nothing's perfect.
EvilGarishFaery: And I'm not a good poet anymore, I've sort of given up on it. I only write when I want to, not when I'm impulsed to.
kills phones: to trty and make it perfect
kills phones: well no offence but thats kidna obvious consideirng u used to always make good poems and work n work on them and they turned out so wonderfuly u were always so inspired and kept trying
EvilGarishFaery: I've just become lazy.
EvilGarishFaery: And those poems never meant anything, they were just words.
kills phones: ah but those words came from ur heart they msut have meant something once beofre..
EvilGarishFaery: Not really.
EvilGarishFaery: Except the Adam one, that meant something.
kills phones: thats dissapointing
EvilGarishFaery: Why's that?
kills phones: u wrote um to people we believed it meant something but i guess i was wrong cause im stupid remember lol
I'm giving up on writing... I'll never write another fucking thing. I've lost the talent and motivation to. And besides, it "disappoints" people. It was never meant for them... It was meant for me. I wrote the damn poems because I wanted to. And the ones I currently write, are on pure emotion alone. They're not meant to be perfect, and rhyme. That's not the way the style and flow were intended. So ya know what. Screw this poetry crap. Screw letting my emotions go through words.
I've never felt like this before,
Weak at the knees as if pulled to the floor,
A shiver runs down my spine,
It isn't possible for these feelings to be mine.
Any thought of you makes my heart skip a beat,
I've begun to pull myself apart, as if in sheets,
Layers of my personality, showing me to you,
But I can't show you all of me, you'll only get a clue.
I'm starting to show off for you, in hopes of your attention,
I'm compromising myself for your affection,
And I know that it isn't the right thing to do,
But I'm getting the feeling I'm in love with you.
- Critique that!
kills phones: really want me too?
EvilGarishFaery: Yesss.
kills phones: well beat n sheets dont really rhym and neither does attention and affection and if u rhym some id think ud atleast make it all rhym..and some of it seems like it has to many syllabols so it doesnt flow all togther PERFECTLY btu nothigns perfect
EvilGarishFaery: I'm sick of making my poems perfect though.
kills phones: im just critiquing it like u said
EvilGarishFaery: Because then I can't ever make them exactly how I want them. They take a turn and go in an opposite direction, compromising my true meaning :D
kills phones: maybe but that urge or need to make it perfect AND fit how you truely feel is what makes you a great poeyt
kills phones: poet
EvilGarishFaery: Nothing's perfect.
EvilGarishFaery: And I'm not a good poet anymore, I've sort of given up on it. I only write when I want to, not when I'm impulsed to.
kills phones: to trty and make it perfect
kills phones: well no offence but thats kidna obvious consideirng u used to always make good poems and work n work on them and they turned out so wonderfuly u were always so inspired and kept trying
EvilGarishFaery: I've just become lazy.
EvilGarishFaery: And those poems never meant anything, they were just words.
kills phones: ah but those words came from ur heart they msut have meant something once beofre..
EvilGarishFaery: Not really.
EvilGarishFaery: Except the Adam one, that meant something.
kills phones: thats dissapointing
EvilGarishFaery: Why's that?
kills phones: u wrote um to people we believed it meant something but i guess i was wrong cause im stupid remember lol
I'm giving up on writing... I'll never write another fucking thing. I've lost the talent and motivation to. And besides, it "disappoints" people. It was never meant for them... It was meant for me. I wrote the damn poems because I wanted to. And the ones I currently write, are on pure emotion alone. They're not meant to be perfect, and rhyme. That's not the way the style and flow were intended. So ya know what. Screw this poetry crap. Screw letting my emotions go through words.