Sounds about the way I feel at times... not wanting to let anyone in... sounds the way I should have felt before my recent heartbreak. (not letting anyone in) But, that was all for a reason I've yet to figure out. *shrug* I dunno, guess I don't have much to say about this one, I do like it and can relate though.

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I don't think so. I know you feel that way after you get hurt. Every single time I tell myself, hell, everybody tells me, I should keep my guard up. Not go so nuts, not rush into things. But I'm an impulsive guy, its who I am and I don't regret. I've been hurt a lot because of it. probably more than I should have. But my motto is "rather sorrow than regret". Its simply better to risk the pain and not have to miss out on things, because the greater agony is in otherwise having to wonder the rest of your life "what if ?". When I die, I want to know I lived. That I experienced all I could in the time I was alotted (or had alotted myself).

That's why I've always worn my heart on my sleeve. And if for nothing else, misery makes for a lot of good writing. I can always tell myself I do it for posterity There is never any need to hide, to be ashamed of who you are, or to keep things bottled up. Because misery always finds you (so you might as well balance it out with some good stuff), you won't change (believe me I've tried) and you can't change the past.

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I'm kinda the opposite... I ALWAYS keep my guard up... probably too much. (I relate to music lyrics well, I could describe myself like the song "Miss Independant" by Kelly Clarkson) However, this last relationship was the first time I really let my wall down and allowed for love. For me, it was real love, my first to be honest. Although I've said I love you before to other guys, (and knew I really didn't) this time I did mean it. I can't say for sure about him though... I don't know if he really did mean it, I don't know if I'll ever know or not. Now, there's some times I do regret letting my guard down, but I know that there was reason for it... that I eventually needed to let it down so that I could live and learn. I knew all this before the relationship, and I still went for it because I knew it had great possibilities, and if I didn't go for it, it'd be something to regret...

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Music lyrics ... Guess everyone can relate to that I find it a little sad though that people don't really appreciate the music itself anymore though. All too often, music is much more powerful than any words you can put to it. Regrettably I don't know the song, but I will have a look for it.

Letting your guard down isn't so bad. Its normal to be afraid of getting hurt. I guess you really have to tell yourself that the pain will come, but also that it will go. And that its certainly not worth missing anything over. There are always great possibilities, but you need to give them a chance. If you don't let yourself feel, the other will never really open up and show all he has to offer either. And its one thing to regret things you know you've missed out on, another entirely not having known what you missed. I remember one relationship that didn't start off very well at all. Had too much going on. But I begged her to hold on just a little longer. Eventually it went better, and that ended up lasting three years. Maybe the three best years of my life...

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That's the song. It's pretty much how I used to be prior to my last relationship and how I felt during.

I've also not wanted to miss opportunities if I was involved with someone. But I now know that if there is something that is meant to be, it will find its way toward you, no matter what the circumstances you're currently in. See, and for you, the three years was possibly the best you've had... so it's not all in vain... that's how I feel anyway about my life...

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Holy fuck.

Usually I don't know how to respond to poetry, because I've never been good at giving feedback on poems. Personally I think that, if the poem can convey some kind of emotion, even if it's intended or unintended, it's a good one. Then, to dig deeper, you get into elements of style and form and rhyme and blah blah blah.

Okay, that doesn't make any sense. But what does make sense is this poem. To me, at least. That feeling of being right on the threshold of something great, something you want or need or strive to obtain, and no matter how far you reach or strain, it's always beyond your fingertips. Just slightly. So close you can brush against it and yet cannot grasp. Remaining stagnant in this feeling can lead to loss of hope. A want to withdraw from everything and find some kind of complacency with that which you cannot reach. I think the feeling likens itself to a miser who shuts himself off to gloat over his fortune. Only in this case, there isn't a fortune, per se, but a lack thereof instead. It's more like gloating on what could be had and yet is too far away to be obtained.

Just some thoughts this poem gave me. It made me think, which is always a good thing.

Oh, and I find it interesting that you begin with free verse in the first stanza, then move to rhyming couplets, first with a kind of AABB pattern (second stanza) and then an ABAB patter for the third. Finally you end again with free verse. I've never read a poem structured like this before.

So to sum up everything, yeah, this kicks ass, definitely favorite-worthy. And start writing more



Bravo, my friend. Bravo.

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Well I’ve steered away from getting into any prefixed rhyme schemes. I start with the simple intention of writing free verse, but tend to involve other style elements where I think they are best suited to help convey the thought or emotion I’m trying to express, such as rhyme, repetition and what have you not. When I started I used to write exclusively English sonnets. But as I just recently pointed out to someone else here on DA, a preset rhyme scheme gives you a very monotonous rhythm. And I think rhythm is very important in all types of writing, so I try to go with the things that will slow down or speed up the piece at a certain point.

I usually have several lines in my head before I start, I jot them down and then I re-arrange them like a puzzle and fill in the blanks. The whole process takes no more than 5 minutes. Poetry is expressionism, it is supposed to capture something as you see it or experience it, it doesn’t have to be a cold or accurate depiction of an objective feat. It’s the subjective feel that makes poetry worth reading. So its very natural, unrestrained and even when you feel you could make it better by editing, you never do, because it is really messing with a true emotion. You can’t go back and edit what you are no longer feeling, like you could with prose. Prose is aimed at thoughts, philosophies and more objective things. Prose takes talent, poetry merely requires emotion.

And I want to start writing more, my whole DA experience so far is really making my body ache to do more. I’ve already begun jotting down thoughts, found myself sketching on the train the other day and today I was looking around for a new camera. Unfortunately, as you know, I’m now in the midst of exams, so it will all have to wait until after sept 14th. But watch out after that

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I couldn't agree more.

As for your dA experience, I totally understand. I've hit a creative nerve as of late. Dozens of ideas swimming around. Some are slowly ramping up into progress. Others are waiting. Ripening, I suppose. As for your exams, best of luck to you. I know the hell that exams can impose.

But you can count on me marking my calendar.

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I really really like this - to be honest it could be written about how I feel sometimes... hence you're the first comment I've ever left!