Description: These are all unwritten excerpts from my mind. I haven't found the inspiration (yet) to finish them. Ideas would really be great. Here's some background info on each one:
First: Actually, that has been written. I wrote it in a letter to my ex-boyfriend, but it was the only part of the letter I actually liked. And I revised it a little bit on here, because before it was clear that it was written to someone, and that just doesn't fit anymore.
Second: I wrote this to be the beginning of a story about a stalker. Can you see it?
Third: My December is a really good Linkin Park song that I can't get enough of, and I started to imagine what my own December would be. I hate winter, by the way.
Fourth: Anyone who has ever actually read Pinnochio should get this reference. I mean, the Field of Dreams might be mentioned in the movie, but the book is so amazing, even though I'm seventeen. I also wrote it to be more of a song than a poem, but with the right structure, it'll work either way.
Works in Progress -------------------------------------------
If love is too common a theme than I am by far too common a person. I speak too common a language and I live too common a life.
"If I could write as well as you, I cannot claim I would never seek depression, but I can promise that I would make my suffering appear beautiful."
Spring is finished.
Fall has died.
Winter now takes center stage.
This life is my December,
This day that I lose you.
While you trample on me
At the Field of Dreams
All the fools are dancing
To their get-rich-quick schemes
"Spring is finished. Summer fades. Fall has died. Winter now takes center stage. This life is my December, This day that I lose you." I LOVED THAT! It was written very nicely and I can't critique something that seems to need no suggestions.