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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 29, 2012, 10:05 PM
old poem #2
I wrote this about John when I first started to realize my feelings for him when I didn't wanna feel anything at all.
Help me, God forbid, please help me,
this is a realm to where I wanted no return.
Twisted in between myserious forearms
the most incredible part was the ache and yearn.
Familiar as it is,
I can't seem to find proof
avoiding the light outside,
admiring with optics aloof.
and there I was, all alone
faced with myself; in disdain
Even though its kind of a beautiful thing,
this happy kind of seldom pain
Mangled in her butterfly eyes,
and her flawless Saturn hair
the vitrified look in my eyes;
I can never, ever compare.
So pair my body next to this,
Evil and deceptive souls that lack light
Within my glaze it's a paradox
azure is a breathtaking sight.