May 31, 2007 17:00
Novel
These pages are saved
So we get to write these chapters
With flowery language
And sweet words.
For every sheet,
For every paragraph,
A different story conjured
But in coherence with
Previous parts
That has relevance
with us.
We cut parts
That are rendered erroneous
From the smallest detail of punctuation
To the largest chunks of the plot
Learn from these infractions
Revise them in a way
That we ourselves
Become better.
So we continue to write
And revise,
Because in this world,
There is no such thing
As Drafts or Outlines.
Only Narratives and Expositions.
Wala lang. I know, I know, lousy poetry but I was just bored (and to a certain extent, inspired). Oh by the way, XX, labas tayo this week! I'm rotting at home and I haven't watched Pirates yet. PLEASE!