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"life is just over." EDITED

by Chevy


summer is really getting away
while we french kiss walls
and talk about jesus’ pound cake
i will never tell anyone that
because our virgin minds
and sober thoughts are just ours.

your brown hair curves around your face
i’m looking into your eyes and
everything’s so sad.

for an escape, i laugh in return
to my dear friend with the royal name.
he’s a brat when he shouts and cries
and i do nothing while watching him--
except smile in return.

the crack in your lip starts to turn upward
i'm looking into your eyes and
everything's smiling.


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Tue Jul 12, 2005 12:17 am
Chevy says...



Yes I know. The ending is rather dopey but oh well I made changes. :)




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Mon Jul 11, 2005 11:32 pm
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It's part of the postmodern perspective on reality, Rei. Furthermore, if you have nothing constructive to say, please do not say anything at all.




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Mon Jul 11, 2005 6:37 pm
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I really don't understand the point of not using capital letters. It just makes it look very imature, like you don't know the rules of your own langauge.




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Mon Jul 11, 2005 1:25 pm
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But I don't know how to end a poem with a Bang. Occasionally, it will come to me but...not usually. So it probably will remain a dead poem.




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Mon Jul 11, 2005 12:29 am
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you spent time here
and tell me i’m a lucky girl
but before i can say hello
you’re already gone


Eradicate this stanza. Please.

your brown hair curves around your face
i’m looking into your eyes and
everything’s so sad.


This would read better without the "everything's" contraction. Expand.

for an escape,
i smile in return
to my dear friend
with the royal name.
he’s a brat
when he shouts and cries
and i do nothing
while watching him
except smile in return.


Too choppy. Combine some of this. Choppiness is effective when your going for something sharp and quick. This poem is more a ballad than a lyricism. Also, the ending just kind of fizzles into nothing. You want a bang.





A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
— Paul Simon