Lyric № 40803
wandering, north
Fighting these feelings
Fighting my pride
Fighting the faith
That let me slide
Looking for answers
Hoping for hope
Searching for something
That's not a joke
Since trivial seems
The simplest path
The one those around me
Lock onto, grasp
With desperate smiles,
And the promise held dear
That nobody made them,
And yet they will swear
That this is their due,
This is their dream,
This sweetened vision
Of futures they've seen
And I am alone
And I am without
I am within
My own fertile doubts
Fighting these feelings
Fighting my pride
Fighting the faith
That I let slide
for caducus, the dreamer
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but the rest I loved. 9.
just posted a poem that was (sort of) an attempt to diverge from "my style" (and sort of just a needed, erm, release).
And I am alone
And I am without
I am within
My own fertile doubts
Fighting these feelings
Fighting my pride
Fighting the faith
That I let slide
-----you turned my blood warm all over.......xxxx cad
Fighting my pride
Fighting the faith
That let me slide"
let's might help instead of singular.
is this what you mean?
it is the way it is because it has a target. it hit that target, dead center. see caducus's comment for confirmation of this.
as an advertising design student, you should realize by now that it doesn't matter if it's perfect, or even if it's good; you--as it's creator--might even think it sucks. what matters is that your client blows his load when he sees it.
and then writes the check.
the money's in the bank. the client's happy.
there are plenty of other poems that i wrote for myself on this site, and there are a few more in the notebook that i need to hit with the chisel before i post them here. rank me on those, monkey boy.
Keep on writing because those of us the feeling and those of us that refuse to feel are the ones that have created language.
plus de baisers!
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