one-hundred-and-sixty-five days until deadline
I am a poet.
But not a poet who can write to his heart's content,
or a poet who can turn any scene into a tragedy,
one that thousands of people will want to read.
I am a poet,
who does not know how to write.
I don't know how to put my feelings into words,
and I don't know how to depict the painting in my head,
or write it down on paper.
I am a poet,
who writes in his dreams,
a mental monologue, so to speak.
I make up conversations in my mind,
forming worlds and forming characters,
creating a life that no one else can see.
And that is why I am not a proper poet;
I am not a poet who likes to write things out,
I don't like publishing my work,
hell,
I don't even like calling anything 'my work'.
But there's this thing called life,
and life is expensive,
and being a poet is the only thing I can be.
So, I somehow managed to sign a contract,
and this contract says I can write.
And if I write, I'll get paid.
A lot.
Slight problem,
I don't know how to write.
So I sit in my office,
the stupid deadline of the stupid script I don't even want to write but somehow have to
creeping ever closer,
and I stare out of the window
all day.
I could be outside making money,
making history,
but I sit, my head in my hands,
and make mental portraits of the park before me,
instead.
A/N oh hey. how you doing my dudes? this is super short, but I'm writing this whiles waiting for my friend (WHO STILL ISNT HERE ADFGHJKL). I had another chapter ready for y'all but I couldn't find it in me to finish it, so here's this short shitty version.
Nine days since the first update.. that's pretty decent?? Anyway, my goal is longer and "proper" chapters where stuff actually happens, ya kno?
Write something in the comments if you want, I guess, like what's your favourite fruit. (such a basic ass question smh) but mine is strawberry, I know, so original! Gimme a like or whatever the hell that star thing is. I've seen that people only update after a certain amount of stars, so howboudat.. idk I think it's a bit demanding, but desperate times call for desperate measures soooo
1 like for an update
(am I pushing it?)
love you lots and thanks for 7 views and 2 new friends [talk to me pls], until next time,
byyyyyyyyyyyyyee
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This Thing Between Us
Teen FictionNoah has lost the first love of his life to his own foolishness. Desperate to understand what went wrong, he falls back onto the one thing he knows best. Writing. He plans to get Sam back with the words he used to love, but in doing so, Noah stumble...
