In the month of April, my mentor suggested that I try another form of writing anytime I had a writer's block and couldn't write an article for publication so he opted for poetry but I hated it. I sucked at it even during high school so I had no intentions of learning that form of written literature. He didn't do much to my surprise but he was able to awake my emotions with little explanations about the beauty of poetry and that got me writing.
I did well to photograph my emotions from all the points of view of poetic presentation that is narrative and lyrical which was sometimes blended with the dramatic division of poetry.
Writing poetry was a new beginning from that point for me though I remember writing one when I first fell in love and when I started writing in general. I was amazed by the fact that I could make complete sense with incomplete sentences and that it didn't have to follow the rules of grammar and construction. Meaning Microsoft word will underline them in blue, red and green before I give them to you. With division of ideas called stanzas and lines making much meaning with a few words, I understood that I didn't have to always fill it with the poetic pattern of a rhyming scheme; all I needed was just meter and rhythm. A toast to a new beginning!
62 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
62 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
I lost control. I'm losing again.
I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life.
But one domino fell and the rest just followed.
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"We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us.
"Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away.
"I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine.
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