Postby c.t.,girl » Sun May 01, 2005 10:18 pm
iono where the thought of this poem came from...it just came to me...hope yall like it. ^__^
My Beloved
You stare at me from afar.
You watch me like a lion watching it’s prey.
What is it that you’re thinking?
Are you plotting my demise?
Are you waiting for me to mess up?
What is it that you think of as you stare so intently at me?
The look in your eyes frightens me.
They look like dolls eyes
But yours move, so very quickly.
They watch my every move.
If I fall, will you take away all that I have?
What more could you take?
You’ve taken all I have already.
Do you want Him?
Do you want my Love?
You can’t have Him.
He is mine.
He is my beloved,
As I am His.
I will not give Him up.
He is mine.
<<ToT you pointed out my typos!!!>>
[color="DarkOrange"]"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things... hey... the good things don't always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant." -11th Doctor
"The advice I like to give young artists, or really anybody who’ll listen to me, is not to wait around for inspiration. Inspiration is for amateurs; the rest of us just show up and get to work. If you wait around for the clouds to part and a bolt of lightning to strike you in the brain, you are not going to make an awful lot of work. All the best ideas come out of the process; they come out of the work itself. Things occur to you. If you’re sitting around trying to dream up a great art idea, you can sit there a long time before anything happens. But if you just get to work, something will occur to you and something else will occur to you and something else that you reject will push you in another direction. Inspiration is absolutely unnecessary and somehow deceptive. You feel like you need this great idea before you can get down to work, and I find that’s almost never the case." - Chuck Close[/color]