That's exactly what I meant (referring to how you described your drawing style). I'm very familiar with the techniques used to compensate for some of the mistakes you can make while drawing that way, because like I said before, I also draw that way. I have a hard time getting an overall picture... I find that working on one thing at a time inspires me to finish the drawing and make it just as nice.

I did notice though that sometimes a big consequence of working backwards like that is if you have one thing off - a simple adjustment will not fix your picture. You'll either have to do major construction to get it right or start over. I do hope that you start drawing again... and see if drawing lighter and skipping 'round the picture helps.

Your snippets of songs, poems, and whatnot, are enjoyable... but I do wish you'd save some of them and develop them into a full piece. It's almost like you're just teasing with those little portions. Hope you post more stuff soon.

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....oh dear God. your work is simply... hell, I can't even think of a word to describe it. I love every single poem, song, and picture. You are a multi-talented master. The thing I loved the most about your poems is the fact that they seemed to be going in one direction, but then turned and went in a completely different direction. Some people might think it doesn't make sense, or that you're unorganized. I think it's brilliant! You manage to make it fit in an almost perfect manner. I wish I had half your talent when it comes to writing. I can't wait to see more of your work, poetry, lyrics, or drawings. I'll finish this post later, someone needs the phone. In the mean time, keep up the amazing work, I hope to see more soon!

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Okay this is just another little something. It's actually a song I need to work on. I have a tune and hope to write music with it. Again it may be unfinished but I don't know, advice would be appreciated. Here:
Verse 1
I, love you
But sometimes I don’t, want to
It is not, fair
We’re not going anywhere

Chorus
You did it again
Just like before
You stabbed me in the heart
Just like before
You touched me again *quieter*
Just like before
I wish it could be
Just like before

Verse 2
I remember, the day you told
That he girl was me
I felt so, happy
I felt the same you see

*Chorus*

Bridge*scream/shouting*
You don’t know
What it, does, to me
How you make me feel
You treat me like I’m nothing
Just your, possession

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With this I listened to Cradle of Filth's Nymphetamine backwards and wrote what I heard, it's just the notes kinda, will be writing something later hopefully. Tried this as suggested by Alarandiia.

Come vanquish that feeling, vanquish that feeling
Them feelings them feelings
Kneel down upon your knees
Sailing away
You force me up above the snow
I wish oh you are fair
Don’t leave, don’t leave
Your looks are all that’s made me
Save me
Numbs that feeling numbs that feeling
Them feelings them feelings
Precious
Saving the life
Force me up above the snow
Loyal my faithful
Show me

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Okies now this is from listening to Imaginary backwards. Same as Cradle of Filth one.

Fear will
I’ll force you… me
Everyone’s laughing at me
Broken life, feel the need
Oh how heaven’s rain
My merciful
The real thing feels so….
I will bless you… again


Then I tried to get a draft from it and this is all I could come up with:

Fear will conquer
I’ll force you into my world
Everyone laughs, screams
Broken life, feel the need

Oh how heaven’s rain
My merciful element
Once feeling abandoned, now rescued
But the real this feels so translucent
I will bless you, again

As you can see it’s not good at all but I’ll get there in the end.

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Okay I found the original of "That Girl" I don't know if it's changed, I don't think I have time to check.

Did you hear about that girl? Yeah, it was the funeral today. I don't think many were there anyway. I can't even remember her myself. But they read a short prayer for her in the assembly. Her name was just plain, I forget what i is. People say she was in our class, was she? I can't remember what she looked like, or who she even was. She's just a memory I guess. They don't even have a photo of her, must have gotten lost or something. I kinda feel sorry for her in a way. Being so young. The few friends she had, she thought more of them than they did her. I wonder if they've realised now what she was really like. And those special to her, I wonder what they're thinking. Are they sorry for not taking her seriously, for not trying to help her enough, make her feel included - loved? Or wishing they'd said something they never did, never had the courage to, or just thought they'd say it later on. Well later'll never come. Because she's gone now. Her dreams, they'll never have the chance to come true. She'd given up on them any way. Thought they weren't worth it, thought they'd never happen I guess. The things she wanted, that she knew would make her happy were quite simple, could easily have been achieved. But she wasn't confident enough. And for one of those things, it passed, one of her desires was taken away, no longer in reach. She wished she'd done something about it while she had the chance. But now she's tormented by it everyday, by the thought and mention of it. And that made her sad. Knowing she'd never get it. I think the other things too she knew she'd never have the courage to grab them, to go for it. And never will. People at school barely noticed her. She noticed them. Cried to herslelf regularly. Longing. But no more. I know this, because "I" am everyone else, and "that girl" is me.

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