Let's try my hand at poetry. I'm pretty sure that hand is all broken and limp, though, because I no doubt suck. Like, majorly. But you know what they say.
You Have To Humiliate Yourself Before You Succeed. (Actually, I'm the only person who says that.)
So let's YHTHYBYS this shit. (That's an acronym, by the way.)
:)
...
Over four thousand years,
And not a care.
He'd survived for centuries,
Skirted between life and death,
Bargained with his own existence,
And yet here he was.
Free, privileged, and content.
But not...happy.
That word holds no significance to him whatsoever.
It's a myth, he believes; happiness.
A lie created by those who are blindsided towards the truth,
Those who, deep down, are secretly dying.
It's a relief,
A means of escape,
A falsehood.
A label used by those who intend to hide.
Or is it?
Because this feeling, this...this...unfamiliar emotion, cannot possibly be fake.
...
Golden hair blows freely in the wind,
And he is captured.
By midnight orbs,
By a teasing smile,
He's lost.
How can he return,
To before?
To loneliness,
And shame,
And worthlessness,
When he feels like this now?
Is it even possible?
Would he return if he could?
Or would he risk it all,
The pranks, the danger, the mischief,
For a single girl...
Who'd stolen his world?
...
He'd give it all up,
He decides,
If he can make her smile.
Make her laugh.
He'd give everything,
Everything he had,
To a girl.
Because that's how deep he's fallen,
How deep he keeps on falling,
And he knows he'd stay down this hole forever.
If only he could bring her happiness.
...
I know what you're thinking. That's not a poem, it doesn't rhyme!
It is a poem, and you can all suck it.
Poems don't have to rhyme. This is a free-verse, and I don't even know if it can be considered a poem, but to hell with labels. It is what it is, and you can call it what you want, but I'm calling it a poem (for lack of better word).
I didn't really have a plot thingo. This is kinda just an experiment, to see what kind of level I'm at with this kind of writing. It's a first, for me, writing a poem from someone else's perspective about something I have absolutely no experience in. But it was fun. It's all kind of free and flowy and you don't need proper punctuation and stuff, so it's significantly easier, but also harder in the sense that it has to be short yet incredibly descriptive. Fun, but challenging. I can only hope that I improve over time.
I got this idea for free-verse writing from a book called 'Slammed' by Colleen Hoover. If you like deep romance, she's one of the best writers out there. Read it, you'll love it, trust me. You can read it online for free, as well as thousands of other romance books. Just write in the title of the book in Google, along with the words 'read online,' and there are multiple websites to choose from. Knock yourself out.
Feel free to judge my work down below.
:)