There once was someone who didn’t know.
He didn’t even know if he didn’t know.
Or if he didn’t know if he didn’t know.
But it was alright.
Because he was happy even if he didn’t know it.
He asked some people, family and friends
And they said they knew
they couldn’t say exactly how or what it was
but they didn’t mind
they wanted to believe and they didn’t want it any other way
The problem was
that each person who knew, knew something different from the next.
And over this they fought
and many of them were wounded
and many of them were hurt
even the one who didn’t know
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All I want…
Is to grow old in your arms
Share laughter, tears, and joy
Build endless memories
Gather indestructible strength and a lasting force
Share unbreakable hugs with steamy kisses,
And shameless glances
All I want…
Is to grow old in your soul
Travel the world by your side
Sit beneath the sky and count the stars
Get lost in each other’s eyes,
Take a boat ride, a train ride,
And fly with you, freely and spiritually
All I want…
Is to grow old in your heart
Fall asleep in your strong arms,
Wake up by your never-ending charms
Drive around speechless, but still contempt in silence
Taste the flavors of the world—your world
All I want…
Is to grow old in your eyes
Eat dinner with you by the TV every night,
Share simple, but yet special times
With a cup of coffee at Timmies
Window shop with bearable longings
Because all I want in this world is you.
As silence slips into the vastness of
the night—-
A shallow breath of a resounding sigh
A light of the cigar brings a glow of welcome warmness
approaching footsteps muffled by the eerie winds—-
brings news of a ship that has quietly slipped into the docks—
wonder of treasures abound, even the rats sense the excitement
the grimy faces are stained with living, waiting upon the call to plunder
It is survival of the fittest, the fast, the sly—— the knowledge of where
and when to hide
The watchman on patrol sees the toll, smells the stench
rotting, decaying—- cast away
It’s just another day for the pick pocket
of the London Stews.
Don’t you just love how when you are in grade eight and you write something like: I went to the store and brought milk and egg and cheese—and your told it is incorrect?
We are giving all kinds of literary devices and at first you can’t find usage for them. Unless you are a writer, you probably would never remember them, or you’ll use them but won’t know the term and the reason why you used it.
To make your writing more exciting and create more diversity, use asyndeton and polysyndeton. They’re usually used to create a dramatic effect.
Asyndeton is a list of words or phrases or clauses which does NOT use conjunctions, often resulting in a hurried rhythm or vehement effect.
Examples:
My heart breaks into two every time I meet his smile, his touch, his laugh, his love. (Me)
Her lips, her hair, her eyes, her skin drew gentle sighs from her lover’s heart. (English Teacher)
This is the villain among you who deceived you, who cheated you, who meant to betray you completely. (Aristotle)
Polysyndeton, on the other hand is used to create a slow, empathic rhythm. This device stresses equally each member in a series/ the items in the series are joined by a coordinator, such as and, but, or, nor, for, so.
Examples:
On the other side of the moon lies menacing shadows of demonic creatures and standing in opposition with the sun, the moon sulks and calls with beady lushes and its hungry glares and luminous eyes shine with mischief as it beckons that hidden glimpse of debauchery inside all of us. (Me)
She then got up from the table and went to the telephone and looked the number up and called the school and got the drama teacher and identified herself and told him that her daughter wouldn’t be coming to school that night. (The Rake)
i dreamt i was a flower once.
you came and laid beside me on a warm spring day
the breeze caused me to sway gently in the field.
i called to you and though your ear was right beside my face
you could not understand our secret language -
the language of nature.
i called to you and though you could not understand my words
you looked at me and smiled.
i dreamt i was a flower once.
you came and had lunch nearby on a hot summer’s afternoon
you had a dog and when i called, she came to me instead.
i was afraid that she’d eat me or dig a hole in my home
but she just sniffed me and went away.
i called to you but only she could understand my words.
i dreamt i was a flower once.
you came again to our field and sat beneath the wise old oak
who tells us bedime stories, as each night the westward sun sets a little earlier.
i called to you and you looked over.
i called to you and you stood up.
i called to you and you plucked me
from between the browning blades of grass.
i died that night but i died fulfilled,
my purple imperceptibly fading
as you brought me to your face
and placed me behind your ear.
and finally,
i am something useful.