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I'm Amy. I'm growing up. And this is my past, present, and future.
I know you'll come in the night like a thief.
But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique.
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust.
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up.
So do you think that we could work out a psalm?
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try.
I know you'll come for the people like me.
But we all got wood and nails,
And talk dirt at hating factories.
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My name is Amy. I'm a Gemini. I'm 25 years old. I'm a struggling artist, and an overly opinionated martyr of my beliefs. My past experiences, no matter how petty or dramatic they were, molded me into who I am today. I'm still changing every day.
I'm an artist. I love to draw and make things in photoshop [such as this blogger layout]. I also love music; I dabble in piano a little bit. I only know how to play other songs, of course. Nothing original. I like to write as well. Pretty much anything that involves the arts is something I enjoy doing. It gets me through the day and gives me a chance to express myself.
I have many friends who have come and gone, some who are even enemies now. Regardless, they've taught me a lot. I've learned to be more humble, tolerant, and kind, but also I've learned things like never to trust anyone completely off the bat, and to usually expect the worst. I'm generally pretty pessimistic and I think irrationally, but that's a nasty habit I'm trying to break. My intentions are good. That's something I must always remind myself and everyone else of. I have anxiety but I'm learning to control it better every day. This time a year ago it was impossible for me to socialize, but nowadays it's easier. Time mends everything.
I'm not really good at these self-describing things anymore. If you want to know me, ask me yourself. :3
Sunday, July 15, 2012, 12:20 AM
old poem #1
[if I remember correctly, I wrote this about Noel a number of years back when I realized there was no chance of anything happening between us. There's a lot of irony in this, because I don't have any romantic feelings for Noel whatsoever anymore lol. and I never thought I wouldn't.]
Find a way to forgive me, because this serenade will never end.
No matter what words you put in my head, my heart will twist and it will bend.
You couldn't stand it anymore, and I couldn't get enough.
Every day I saw it further in, every day you made it so tough.
You'll never read my poems, and you'll throw away my notes.
I won't be looking forward to your future loves and your future gloats.
You gave your heart to me, and you abruptly took it back.
You ripped it out of my hands, before I could realize what I lack.
Please forgive me, but I will never stop singing for you.
No matter what I tell myself, what my heart says remains true.
Whether you beat me to a pulp, or you leave me in the dust,
I remain as such, I am a metal that won't rust.
And when the sparrow is singing of sorrow,
the crow is singing of tomorrow,
When you're long gone, when you leave a million miles away,
I'll remain here, I doubt that I will ever go astray.
You left me with nothing, you left me out at sea,
But you see me as foolish, so you'll never understand my plea.
So if you're going to insult me, please don't keep me,
but at the same time, please don't leave me,
You're just a metaphor, you're jumbled up thoughts,
I'm never going to get out of this maze, I'll always be lost.
