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thank you so much for your comments on "...and its me". i know self-deprication is never a healthy thing when taken to an extreme, that's why i try to only really let loose on my own failures when i am writing. i really appreciate your comments, and ill be commenting on your stuff for certain. thanks again!
I left a comment on Someone's Epiphany's site about the question YOU posed... whoops. You said you got what I was feeling, but not why... I don't know that I am going to change the poem (at this point) but I will 'splain a bit. Basically, I have decided not to date because I feel I am so young... everyone tries to attach themselves to other people when they aren't even sure who they are yet. And I have watched so many people's ambitions and everything change, sometimes for the worse, over a boy or girlfriend... But at the same time, then there is that matter of my feelings about a particular person rising up in me making me confused about what it is that is important... I hope that clarifies it for you. And then the end really has more to do with my own inability to admit that I like boys. I never tell a single soul. Except God. EVER. I wanted to title this a guys name, but in case my friends ever find this online, I couldn't. So I actually threw something really random on there. But I changed it. It's not great but it's better. So let me know how that goes for you.
That was certainly an interesting comment. I agree with you, I do, and I'm sure Andrew would too. I would like to tell him what you said, if he hadn't killed himself a few months ago. He was over in Iraq since the beginning and only came back before November. He was so tramatized, having been in the middle of heated action time and time again, that he couldn't function. He jumped at every noise, didn't get sleep because he was constantly on alert, would eat only what he thought nessicary, talked to himself, and would start screaming in the middle of the night or just during the day while watching T.V. or talking to one of us. He told us it was because he had flashbacks, constantly watching his friends die over and over again and reminising over wounds long since passed. It drove him crazy. In the end he killed himself a month after he returned saying that he just couldn't handle the horror anymore.
And I want you to know more than anything was that he wasn't talking about the general public, Andrew was talking to the Goverment and their slow and inching pace to do something other than sit on their pompous asses. They said that we would follow over seas policies and not make this a religious war. Geuss what happened a week after he died? American soldiers were ordered to go under cover as clerics and were made to kill several religious men and women because what they believed in played into the war. Wait... Bush says this isn't a war. Forgive my language.
Sorry if I seem agree, dear. I'm a little bit passionate about this and can't help myself.
Thank you for the comment. I do appreciate your concern
thank you for you comment on Don't. i'm not gonna lie, that piece has given me quite a bit of trouble. i agree that it is far too long but don't see how i can shorten in without compromising the depth of its meaning, not to mention detracting from the imagery; however, i will give it a try if you agree to lend out some pointers thanks again!
Hi poetic, thanks for commenting on 'Old, not yet dead'. I'm sorry it has taken so long to get back to you but I have been very busy and almost forgot about the poetry site altogether! I hope you are keeping well. I will get round to reading some more of your stuff soom with any luck. Take care and thanks again, Mel