Writingpoetry

[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

dotsdots
nav
  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav



    nav
  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav



    << | >>
    poetry


    dots Submission Name: Only One Letterdots
    --------------------------------------------------------





    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 130
    Class/Type: Prose/Romance
    Total Views: 802
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 779



    Description:
       It was while watching 'Henry V' in Brit. Lit. that I became very fond of the name Kate. My name is Katie, but I've been called Kate ever so often. Writing this, I debated whether to change my name or not, even though I'd already told a few friends I was now Kate.

    Sadly, I don't know anyone named Henry. Perhaps I should.


    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsOnly One Letterdots
    -------------------------------------------


    I would change my name to have you.
    It's only one letter,
    and I've been called by it before.
    But it's the letter that
    by itself
    could represent selfishness, self doubt,
    and I could live without it...
    If I tried not to cry.
    Still, I would give it up to have you.
    forget myself, and cry at the loss of my heart and my title,
    only to have you and hope you would
    wipe away disdainful tears.
    And yet, would you remember me?
    Would you hold my face in your mind
    with the old name,
    and never know who I am?
    Does my name hold together my
    personality, wit, mood, or my heart?
    I would change my name to have you,
    but would I still have me?




    Submitted on 2004-12-08 21:56:28     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!




    ||| Comments |||
      The two last lines really brought the poem home, alot of emotion came through in this and i enjoyed reading it. Its always a huge question to be faced with, if its worth giving up a part of yourself for someone else, and you expressed it really well :)

    Good job
    | Posted on 2004-12-13 00:00:00 | by Krysti | [ Reply to This ]
      That's very thoughtful of you. I really enjoyed this one just like all of your other ones.

    Would you hold my face in your mind
    with the old name,
    and never know who I am?

    I really liked this part. Thanks for writing it. I love it.
    | Posted on 2004-12-09 00:00:00 | by Bijou de Mort | [ Reply to This ]
      Oooh, very nice! I love words expressing these emotions, these troubles. It's so hard, deciding whether the risks are worth the end...especially when it comes to love. This has some wonderful line that make you wonder, I especially enjoyed the last 2 lines. Very nice job.
    | Posted on 2004-12-08 00:00:00 | by I_Bleed_Ink | [ Reply to This ]


    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?



    36650

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


    Google
     


    poetry

    dotsLogindots

    User Name:

    Password:

    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]


    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems
    Posted

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]



    FontSize:
    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]
     Poetry