So some time this morning, at around two a.m, I decided to work on a old poem of mine. I'll share the original below.
A kiss on the cheek,
and bite on the neck.
Hands on my heart,
and expose it to the sun.
A dried out romance, drowned in moonlight.
Timid smiles, and an unforgettable glance.
I realize this poem is a really short one, and it's got really odd line breaks, but that's how I liked it. It's part of my specific style. A key factor in writing is to find your own interesting style. You can set yourself apart from the norm with an odd rhythm, as long as it works for you. That's probably the best way to be recognized as a writer. Set your own system up and stray from what's normal.
Nonetheless, I'll spend part of today working on this specific piece to try and see if my style has changed at all. I might add, and I might take some off, I don't really know. I'll post again in a few hours with the new, and hopefully improved piece.
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