Bowlesian Sonnet-en if this paper in your hand was onceMore Like This
an Aspen, thick with sunny leaves; around
the base of wet and living wood, a ground
that reeks of life and death at once, then conc-
-entrate, and know at least in brief the grand
machine you sleep in, twitching fingers, won-
-dering just how one feels a texture, sun
lights warmth, bare prickled skin, bare feet in sand.
Oh this body. How I will tend to it
seventy-five or eighty. How I will
bend arthritic knees, by five windows, still,
the summers passing. Faithful friend! Now, bit
by bit, you close each window to its clasp.
This paper in your hand was once an Asp-
When they think they deserve youToday, you called me “pretty face”More Like This
Like I’ve got endless time to waste
And you can’t muster a proper chase
But I’m supposed to swoon and sway
You’re nothing more than in the way
If, ThenIf you can’t cradle me like a down comforter in wintertimeMore Like This
Or a newly sprung daisy
If you can’t love me as hard as the horizon loves the mountaintop-
Never letting frosty fingers leave his woman’s skin
If I can’t drag you like a magnet
Only at peace between my arms
Pulling a current around our shoulders to warm an unsure heart beat
If you don’t need the way I do, from a part of myself that is scared of daylight
Only hiding in the dips and curves of your shoulders
Then I don’t know how to love you
WanderlustI've been sleeping with my jeans onMore Like This
and seatbelt unbuckled,
So I can leave early
before my regret wakes.
In the check-in, on the road,
I distract myself
Walk, go, leave
go further, leave again
I like my life
I never meant to break your
(steady and warm)
But truer ways of joy I found
on the road,
in long railways and stranger tongues
And I'm sorry that we never
Quite catch up with each other.
I never loved goodbyes,
but I love leaving all behind
In the movement I found tranquility,
easing for this burn.
Don't think I'll be able
To ever forget you, no
You're like Venus in the nightly sky,
guiding with your sulphur burn -
you left a mark in me,
in the air I breathe
Though we never quite catch up,
we never quite meet.
And it breaks my heart either way;
I don't want to leave,
but I cannot stay.
I AmI am single,More Like This
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
How to Write Fan Fiction - P1More Like This
How to Write (Great) Fan Fiction - Part One: Before You Write
Anyone can write fan fiction. That is easy. Even I can write fan fiction and that's saying something! Writing excellent fan fiction, though? That is an art. It takes time, practice and a little bit of knowhow to get it right.
I am Zoni. I am a writer and a fan author. I decided to create this tutorial series to help budding fan authors (and maybe even some of you seasoned pros) improve your skills, learn a better way to write and get more out of your fan fiction.
In these tutorials, I will show you how to write a complete piece of fan fiction, from beginning to end. I will show you my method for taking an ordinary story and raising it to above-average standards. I have a very set routine for how I write, and it lets me get more done in less time without sacrificing quality. So, I will be showing you my personal method and how you can make it work for you. Wh