lasthopelessromantic

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Johny Heartbreaker by lasthopelessromantic, literature

english poetry project by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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english poetry project

I am david shoopman, but to my friends I'm Alex Johny boy and Sparkey, the title i wish I could answer to is lover, for theres a lone wolf inside of me, endlessly howling in the night, Searching, as I search for someone. On my forehead I am branded lonely, but no one cares to read it. Theres a cold dagger in my heart, left from the ones that didn't love me. I love to hear a certain girl call out my name, and the smell of her hair is so delightful, but I can't bear to hear her call out to another, and the smell of him on her makes me very spiteful. but no matter what I still love the end of the day. When we walk together I can'

Being Brash by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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Being Brash

for the one to love, I am always searching but i panic as i see her aproaching. Oh how badly I want to be near her, but i can never get over how much i fear her. By my insatiable thirst i am always drawn, but into these 2 halves I am constantly sawn, between the half that runs to take her in my arms, and the half that keeps me away from harm. But of what am I really scared, Her rejection will bring me no physical pain. My only fear is that my love will not be shared. And in this my reasoning is faulty and lame. For the way things are going, her intrest in me could only be slowing. and there is no difference between rejection an

a question of character by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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a question of character

who am I? It seems to change day to day Who am I? Can you tell from what I do or say But on nights like this i can't be sure one day i choose danger and the next to be secure. I try not to get stepped on by others but some days I have no choice On one day I speak out for others but on others I can't find my voice I feel like I was raised proper But i race to mischief at the soonest offer In the search for fun my virtues are often desrted but my morals always interfere if someone is hurt Go ahead and judge me by what i do and say but you'll have a hard time judging what i do, when i do the opposite the very next day.

first love by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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first love

who was your first love? do you remember what they did to you will you ever forget your first love even when they leave without you. When you think back can you remember what they smelled like a deep smokey smell- or pherhaps sweet, airy , and light That beutiful feeling will you remember or will you remember how it ended Pherhaps you'll know them both quite well but of the first youll be more reminded when you look into their eyes again you'll always be able to find it. Every day I see this interplay of eyes And the anguish i feel i am unable to hide To know that i am too late to be someones first in the end i know hurts the

watching from afar by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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watching from afar

watching from afar. I see a happy group of friends Chatting lividly as their lives go on There's an empty spot beside them, but i know it to be filled. I wish to be ther with them but something blocks me still. By sheer power of thought on this, my chances of being a part are ruined because as i think of their vivid lives, mine is palid in color even though my body fills that spot beside them I know i'm not one of them. I'm simply sitting at a window, watching from afar.

are you awake? by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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are you awake?

at night while i lie in bed I can't help but crack into people's heads for the possibility that others think like me holds my attention quite intensly Maybe there's somebody else lying awake with insatiable questions they cannot shake. Is someone out there thinking about their day as their last waking moments are slipping away. Or are they thinking about much deeper things like what this cruel life could mean Pherhaps they're thinking about the ones they hold dear or the one they wish to be near. for one person that they could hold as the hours of the night are reluctantly sold by the ones of us who question the night away as

when do you know your in love by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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when do you know your in love

does anyone know what is true love? a beautiful gift sent from above? but to others it only seems like one great corporate scheme. What can it be, this beutiful thing? some say it's nothing more than nerve firings, but the only way to figure out this ordeal is to look back and see what's actually real. A great man once said i think there for i am, but in this i have to discredit him. I think that the only things that are real are the things that more than one person can feel. however, if reality is only what multiple people can see than what can our minds truly be. for no one will be able to say what our minds truly look like t

beauty comes from somewhere by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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beauty comes from somewhere

sitting alone in a cozy room, I look around for something to do. at great beauty i wish to star, and in what form i do not care. the girl beside me seems quite fair, with elegant words she fills the air. she spouts flowing poems out like water, but in my eye the prettiest thing is not her. the mind that creates these soul searching words, almost always goes unheard. but tonight to me it speaks quite clear, that so many beutiful things do go on there. As the beauty of that voice expands tenfold, greater than her stories told. to look at the majesty i would never be so bold as to listen to the mind that created her sould

what is this?it's called love by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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what is this?it's called love

what is this that they sing about in the old songs the kind so beutiful that you have to sing along they call it love. what is this that pervades the old stories the classics who never become boring they called it love. what is this that never seems to grow old even as these Autumn nights grow cold they call it love what is this that they feel as the look into the eyes of the one they're holding hopefully asking even though knowing, they call it love.

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beauty comes from somewhere

when do you know your in love by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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are you awake? by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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are you awake?

watching from afar by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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watching from afar

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a question of character by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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a question of character

Being Brash by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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Being Brash

english poetry project by lasthopelessromantic, literature

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english poetry project

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About lasthopelessromantic

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Deviant for 15 years
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most of my beliefs are idealistic and not very common, like chivalry, respect, and loyalty. but I still believe in them strongly and i wish I could bring back the days when someone could say that freely without ridicule.

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Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite photographer: ellie shirey
MP3 player of choice: iPod

Favourite Visual Artist

daniel barker

Favourite Movies

kung pow: enter the fist

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

incubus

Favourite Games

Halo

Favourite Gaming Platform

X-BOX

Tools of the Trade

pencil and my handy dandy notebook

Other Interests

soccer, poetry, theatre, friends, and love

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lasthopelessromantic

May 19, 2010

update

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got a new girlfriend, she's great. completely chill. incredibly nice. and unbelievably like me. i can tell it's going to be good. everythings going great. everythings coming to an end. and everything will start back up again in the fall. idk, not too worried about it. lol, whenever i get on this account i see how many journal entries it has and it just looks sad. so thats pretty much why i'm writing this.

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lasthopelessromantic

Mar 26, 2010

better

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wow, i think i over reacted yesterday... just a little bit. I feel alot better now, thanks to some friends, and the good city of austin, and a better understanding of whats actually going on. yeah... someone should stop me if i start ranting like that again...

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lasthopelessromantic

Mar 25, 2010

here we go again.

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nothing sets the mood like the dissapointment that only a woman can bring.  Yes, of course it happened again, why not, it always will. They are cold, they are colder, and they are the coldest things you'll ever have a chance to hold. ha dry ice? no, they are colder, and i will tell you, they hurt worse to hold too. when will it be my turn to be the heartbreaker? When will i turn so bitter that that's what i will become? for surely that is what they aim for. To all you nice guys, gaurd yourself. They aim to break you. they will hurt you, they will hurt you, and they will hurt you again. Theres no choice in it, it's only a matter of time. you