HAHAHA WHAT

I've finally decided what I'll do with this "blog" thing.
I'll use it to post charming snippets of conversations and text files then link them to other people, so as to avoid filling up IRC with hundreds of lines of useless text.

Here's a poem someone wrote about me, when I dated him over the internet while I was young and stupid and fourteen.


Black as night
Flowing free
From your face
They look at me
I feel the lust is burning me
But your far but near
Living yet dead
Breathing yet not
Here but gone
Those eyes I could let watch my soul
Let them see everything and nothing as the paradox
Feel them tunch me and I shiver
Because black as night
Flowing as free
From your face you look at me
And I know what it means to love


I think we were "together" for about, oh, a month at most. I really can't remember. He wrote this about me, after seeing a single picture. I'd be flattered, if it weren't so utterly stupid. And plus, he was illiterate, so I'm not all that convinced he really did write this himself - especially given his tendency to steal things other people said or did and pass them off as his own.

Here's another he wrote, when I refused to e-date him at first because... well, because I guess for a second I was actually sane.


How do you feel me
Is it with your heart
Is it with your eyes
Is it with your hands
Is it with your mind
Is it with your speech
Or
Is it with your spirit?
You pick because
I feel you with me heart
I see you with my eyes
I want to feel u with my hands
I ‘am with you in mind
I talk to you with my speech
And
I want to feel your spirit with mine
Its up to you Its your pick I wont pick for u because that wouldn’t be the girl I like and love ^_^ its your pick


Those poems don't really illustrate his complete lack of command over the English language, though. So here's one more.


I feel the pull
I feel the sway
I feel your push
I feel your way
I feel my heart
I feel my mind
I feel the pulling oh why does it torment me
I feel the swaying its like beening drunk but sober
I feel you pushing me away for anuther
I feel your way is different from mine
I feel my heart pumping the last of my bleed away
I feel my mind dead and gone my spirit flying free
To not be with you but anuther
To be with you friends and your family
Because your killed them too
And because your killing your self I’ll see you some
With my bleed gone my mind dead I’am nuthen but a actet
That lives on through you so live me well and don’t die young
Because that’s a waste


I don't think he wrote that one about me.

That's all for the moment. I might try to track down another poem a guy I "dated" for six months emailed me one time in a misplaced gesture of romanticism. But then, I don't know if I want to subject the whole internet to... that.

Discuss: How would YOU react if your significant other wrote you a poem making use of Japanese internet smiley faces?