A short hiatus from my vow of "not too personal." Both of these were from the 10 Words thing I mentioned in the last post.
Well this needs to be said.
These eyes have been wandering and are no longer
satisfied
by the gaze of your own.
Things went unsaid for
too long
and I really haven't been completely
truthful.
Telling you that I love another is just too
difficult
for words.
It was the first sight of you that filled my once-idle summer with frantic lust
and a longing for you, oxygen, to make me combust.
Who would've thought that you'd speak my name and we'd cling to each other like socks from the dryer, sending sparks into the air when we're pulled apart? Only you can hear me calling, screaming everything and nothing together in one whisper.
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8 comments:
Actually...
These are all a couple years old. I posted them because there is a tiny hint of relevance, or there was recently. Also, I really like these.
I can't answer your what and why questions; I prefer to be a bit enigmatic (hence the name of the blog and the play on words with my name).
And don't apologize for workshopping! I love feedback and I love to hear what works and what doesn't. It's the only way I'll grow as a writer.
As for the "nothing seems happy"...well, I find it difficult to write well when I'm happy. It goes back to the post awhile back about art and madness...I feel the same way about art and sadness.
And yes, I'm a journalism major. But I'm in magazine...and yes, I do want to someday use this as a piece for a portfolio. But so many mags today have an online side, with blogs and more creative writing. I suppose this is a showcase of what I can (or can't, let's be modest here) do creatively.
As always, thanks for the feedback!
Oh and another thing about the switch from current to past...they were actually written about the same person at two different times. Now the relevance almost applies to two different people.
You could say it. I've been called much worse than pretentious.
You know what I love?
[side note: You and I had a quick discussion a long time ago about how lines of songs make our hearts burst and this is what made me think of this]
If you were a boy and a song writer I'm pretty sure you'd have sex with yourself.
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