"fiancee" poems - Hello Poetry

Start with a word, any word. And then a year later you might find a hundred pages. A story just begun, a tale, that, in reality, needs some editing. But I didn’t find myself in these pages I’d written, like the inspirational quotes say. I found my characters, I found a few bad habits too, Like how I bite my fingers as I stare at my computer in frustration, Or stare at the wall in blank fixation. Once the word is picked, don’t bleed out onto the screen, Hold yourself together, else you won't have to lips to pour forth a single key. Some old dude told you to bleed, didn’t he? I’ve found, I don’t bleed until page 71, When I have bonded with Jonathon, And now I must watch him mourn his fiancee, Who never got to propose. Be careful about your planning. Too methodical, And you’ll lose yourself in the untold parts, Too spontaneous and you’ll see your story turned from An epic dragon escape to a horror filled romance. Find a medium of crazy that suits you, and remember the details Of the night you tried marijuana and coughed as the smoke hit your throat. Hug the computer tight, don’t let anyone see Until you’ve determined the story strong. Some people open up at the blank page, While others hide it away until it’s a polished four hundred and sixty two, front and back. Say, here’s an idea—don’t forget to study your grammar too. Unless, of course, you’re poetry demands to be free, then flow round the corner and hesitate not with commas theyll be no use for you. After all this advice, I’ll tell you one thing. Forget all of it, it’ll be nothing to you. We storytellers like to go on and on about how to write, When we barely ever write a real story of characters in between speeches. If the only thing I could tell you, the only important fact I can say with utter certainty is, For god’s sake, Write.

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC

RowanStorm

How To Write

Start with a word, any word. And then a year later you might find a hundred pages. A story just begun, a tale, that, in reality, needs some editing. But I didn’t find myself in these pages I’d written, like the inspirational quotes say. I found my characters, I found a few bad habits too, Like how I bite my fingers as I stare at my computer in frustration, Or stare at the wall in blank fixation. Once the word is picked, don’t bleed out onto the screen, Hold yourself together, else you won't have to lips to pour forth a single key. Some old dude told you to bleed, didn’t he? I’ve found, I don’t bleed until page 71, When I have bonded with Jonathon, And now I must watch him mourn his fiancee, Who never got to propose. Be careful about your planning. Too methodical, And you’ll lose yourself in the untold parts, Too spontaneous and you’ll see your story turned from An epic dragon escape to a horror filled romance. Find a medium of crazy that suits you, and remember the details Of the night you tried marijuana and coughed as the smoke hit your throat. Hug the computer tight, don’t let anyone see Until you’ve determined the story strong. Some people open up at the blank page, While others hide it away until it’s a polished four hundred and sixty two, front and back. Say, here’s an idea—don’t forget to study your grammar too. Unless, of course, you’re poetry demands to be free, then flow round the corner and hesitate not with commas theyll be no use for you. After all this advice, I’ll tell you one thing. Forget all of it, it’ll be nothing to you. We storytellers like to go on and on about how to write, When we barely ever write a real story of characters in between speeches. If the only thing I could tell you, the only important fact I can say with utter certainty is, For god’s sake, Write.