I've been starting to play around with different writing styles/ideas. I find that I like to express things that happen in poems...which is crazy because after all of my high school English classes, poetry became my enemy. You know all those beautiful works that you would have no idea what was being talked about, but would want to read it anyway because it sounded so lovely? And then a teacher gets a hold of it, and wants you to pick the poem apart for 3-4 weeks worth of classes to figure out what the poet was trying to say and what style he was writing in and how all of that affects the world. Good grief.
Sifting through my mind the other day, here is one I came up with; it's super cheesy sounding, so excuse that.
Love.
Red beard, blue eyes…something mysterious with a secret or two
A built up wall that no one could demolish, a substance done with friends
and alone to ease it all
What could break it down?
Nothing.
Blonde hair, blue eyes…an aching pain with a want to be needed
A locked door awaiting the right key, open it to fill a void and rest the
thoughts
Where is the key holder?
Nowhere.
One with words, he expresses in confidence, feeling her out
She seems shy, quiet and cannot be figured out
Who is this girl?
Angel.
That is what he called her, she is his own angel
Sweet, funny, and easy to talk to…will she give him a chance?
Yes.
Plaid shirt, jeans…seems she is looking at a modern-day Paul Bunyan
He called her an angel…flirting to get somewhere or was he sincere?
Reality.
They spoke for an hour in the parking lot, he asked for her number
She had butterflies in her stomach and couldn’t figure out why
Why is he so easy to talk to?
Future.
Laughter, trips, kisses and fights…everything with passion and emotion
She tore down his wall, he had the key to her heart; it all came down to
this
Will you marry me?
Yes.
Re-reading that makes it even more embarrassing to publish, but you can't be afraid of what you write; the true stuff is what's built up inside.
Till next time
KNG :)
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