try again (One Stop contribution)

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I’m

Tempting fate

And

Tempting you

I

think it’s great

And

You are too

But what I think doesn’t really matter

The truth in me is things are going to get bad or

I’ll see them that way soon

So

What’s the price

And

What’s the game

I

Think it’s nice

But

I’m insane

A child gone hopping like a Hatter

And everything ends with being shattered

And I’m running out of glue

But

On I go

And

Still my heart

And

Try to show

With

Graceless art

That all of that just doesn’t really matter

Because I’m in love with you

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

11 responses »

    • yes, yes it will… And thanks. this one started with the short bits free floating in my head… and they even had a voice to them, like they were being sung. was kinda cool, actually.

  1. With the good comes the bad. It is a crazy ride, love is, and it certainly runs a person ragged. Like the flow on this one – alternating quick and drawn out, matching the racing pace of thought, an ADD mind, then…the slow pause of deeper consideration. Taking a breath. Then another plunge.
    “A child gone hopping like a Hatter
    And everything ends with being shattered
    And I’m running out of glue”

    Great image, that.

    • Lol… You should know me well enough to know that’s how i operate with just about everything… raceRaceRACE… then STOP, think for a moment, and race again. Even in love I’m in a hurry. Even in love I over analyze. Good thing that doesn’t effect my actions. (I think I really might be crazy for that)

    • The line breaks are there to show trepidation. Think about being scared an excited at the same time… Tiptoeing toward a situation, but breaking into short bursts of speed every so often…You’re frightened, but can’t really contain yourself either.

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