Showing posts with label Words in Books Ill Never Write. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words in Books Ill Never Write. Show all posts
who will never read what I wrote.
Unless they see these blog posts, which I'm hoping they don't.
Going through old notebooks from a few years ago, I found a few snippets of prose and poetry. They're sketched and inked onto old papers but I like to think they still have some sentimental value. They remind me of better times when I was a little bit happier during the holidays.
Here are some Words in Books I'll Never Write.
0 1. goodnight
His head on my chest,
and my fingers in his hair.
Eyes closed,
and still fully clothed.
We’re gently rocked to sleep
by the rhythm of our heartbeats.
Neither of us were particularly good dancers, but he put jazz on the speakers and took my hand. A foot in front of the other, I followed in pursuit. Our bodies swayed across the room, taking wild twirls in turn. He dipped down low and spun and pulled me back in.
We both laughed, dizzy from nightcaps. We danced, even after the song ended. Moving to a beat we played differently in our heads. How madly in love we looked that Christmas Eve.
He was mad, and I was in love.
and my fingers in his hair.
Eyes closed,
and still fully clothed.
We’re gently rocked to sleep
by the rhythm of our heartbeats.
- 29th November 2017, 00:20AM
0 2. christmas eve
Neither of us were particularly good dancers, but he put jazz on the speakers and took my hand. A foot in front of the other, I followed in pursuit. Our bodies swayed across the room, taking wild twirls in turn. He dipped down low and spun and pulled me back in.
We both laughed, dizzy from nightcaps. We danced, even after the song ended. Moving to a beat we played differently in our heads. How madly in love we looked that Christmas Eve.
He was mad, and I was in love.
- 22nd December 2017, 00:13AM
0 3. new years
I looked up at the sky, illuminated with lights crackling up in the air. Loud cheers from the pub two minutes away, singing and laughing. I look back at you as if this new year would be alright. You take my hand, covered in a mitten, and kiss it gently.
"Happy 2018."
You walk too fast for me, I run faster. I call out to you and you stop by a street light. You look at me behind your shoulder, your lips suppress a smile.
"Hurry up, it's freezing," you gesture to the road. Huddled in a coat much too big, and that blue scarf I liked so much. You look happy, content with life as it is right then and there.
"Forgive my little legs." We both chuckle as I catch up to you, fireworks sprung out.
I looked up at the sky, illuminated with lights crackling up in the air. Loud cheers from the pub two minutes away, singing and laughing. I look back at you as if this new year would be alright. You take my hand, covered in a mitten, and kiss it gently.
"Happy 2018."
- 4th January 2018, 5:21PM
I would like to preface this post by saying all of this writing is purely fictional. Maybe. Perhaps inspired by true events but written by someone who, at the time of writing, had been wearing rose-tinted glasses.
Oh, this is a trilogy I see.
I've been writing more this year, I note.
I flip through the pages of my book. Ink-stained fingers, blue and black. I smile to myself, recalling each reason I wrote each word. Most snippets were crap, these were feasible. Feasible enough for me to publish.
So here is another edition of Words in Books I'll Never Write...
Yet still not enough.
It has almost been a year since the first edition. I featured three passages from a book literally titled 'Words In Books I'll Never Write.' I've switched books since then.
My best friend gifted a cardboard-covered book, with my favourite quote printed in gold. I squealed and told her I loved it. I keep all my slices there, filling it in whenever inspiration strikes. After a year, I decided to write up another post.
Here is another page from words in books i'll never write.
My best friend gifted a cardboard-covered book, with my favourite quote printed in gold. I squealed and told her I loved it. I keep all my slices there, filling it in whenever inspiration strikes. After a year, I decided to write up another post.
Here is another page from words in books i'll never write.
I G O T I N S P I R E D.
Areeba from Not Your Type started a series called 'Words in Books I'll Never Write.' Here I am stealing her amazing idea.
I've always wanted to write my own book. It is the zenith for anyone with a penchant for literature. Anyone can be a writer, but not everyone can be published. Over the years, I have started writing many books and failed to finish all of them. I am great at beginnings, but terrible with endings.
So I write shorts instead. 'Slices,' I prefer to call them. I doubt I will publish them in a hardcover with my name written below a vague title. So I decided to post a few I've written, in the first Words in Books I'll Never Write.
I've always wanted to write my own book. It is the zenith for anyone with a penchant for literature. Anyone can be a writer, but not everyone can be published. Over the years, I have started writing many books and failed to finish all of them. I am great at beginnings, but terrible with endings.
So I write shorts instead. 'Slices,' I prefer to call them. I doubt I will publish them in a hardcover with my name written below a vague title. So I decided to post a few I've written, in the first Words in Books I'll Never Write.
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