Hair afire,
Eyes aglow...
What the hell ever compelled me to compose those words? Then again, to my old self's defense, in my ignorant state of being at that time I felt like I meant the whole thing. In the years since I've come to learn how little I knew. Did I have an epiphany? Was there some traumatic event in my life? Nope and nope, I just got older and wiser, experience goes a long way. It's just silly (or stupid, but I'm trying to be nice... see previous post) to always think that the person you're dating is the "One". That goes doubly if you and/or your respective other are let's say... younger than 22. Add 3 if you live in NYC. Subtract 3 if you're Mormon. Don't bother giving me examples of how I'm wrong, these are just rules of thumb. Good ones at that if I may say so myself. Hmm, time to work on modesty.
The funniest thing about it, writing sappy poetry that is, is that it seems like everyone else under the sun does it, and reading someone else's work is usually nauseating at best. Just as a general public service announcement, let it be known that your sappy poetry sucks... don't publish it! In a few instances I'll be wrong but I think the odds are with me. Please don't take this the wrong way, if you have to write it, if your muse is calling you, the stars are aligned and you always have butterflies in your stomach, go for it, write to your heart's content. Just don't publish!
I know there are people out there who disagree and most likely their arguments are either that if I find it so appalling I shouldn't read it or something about First Amendment rights. Don't get me wrong, it's no legal violation... just a violation of common sense and decency. I'm just trying to help, but feel free to do what you have to do. Plus, all things told, you're better off writing something a little bitter and edgy, then adding music. You'll have people crawling over you, literally and figuratively, when you strike it rich with your hot new single. Me? I'll stick to letting Barry White and Old Blue Eyes do my talking.
Eyes aglow...
What the hell ever compelled me to compose those words? Then again, to my old self's defense, in my ignorant state of being at that time I felt like I meant the whole thing. In the years since I've come to learn how little I knew. Did I have an epiphany? Was there some traumatic event in my life? Nope and nope, I just got older and wiser, experience goes a long way. It's just silly (or stupid, but I'm trying to be nice... see previous post) to always think that the person you're dating is the "One". That goes doubly if you and/or your respective other are let's say... younger than 22. Add 3 if you live in NYC. Subtract 3 if you're Mormon. Don't bother giving me examples of how I'm wrong, these are just rules of thumb. Good ones at that if I may say so myself. Hmm, time to work on modesty.
The funniest thing about it, writing sappy poetry that is, is that it seems like everyone else under the sun does it, and reading someone else's work is usually nauseating at best. Just as a general public service announcement, let it be known that your sappy poetry sucks... don't publish it! In a few instances I'll be wrong but I think the odds are with me. Please don't take this the wrong way, if you have to write it, if your muse is calling you, the stars are aligned and you always have butterflies in your stomach, go for it, write to your heart's content. Just don't publish!
I know there are people out there who disagree and most likely their arguments are either that if I find it so appalling I shouldn't read it or something about First Amendment rights. Don't get me wrong, it's no legal violation... just a violation of common sense and decency. I'm just trying to help, but feel free to do what you have to do. Plus, all things told, you're better off writing something a little bitter and edgy, then adding music. You'll have people crawling over you, literally and figuratively, when you strike it rich with your hot new single. Me? I'll stick to letting Barry White and Old Blue Eyes do my talking.
