I know its odd to crave something I've never tasted before and I know I shouldn't be thinking things like this. I fall asleep to the thought of you and dream of you. I crave you. I want you. I need you. The lack of you makes me ache everywhere. I swear you'll be my only remedy. I know people are not medicine but they can sure as hell could be drugs so fill me with all of you. I know you could fill a certain empty part of me. Please do. I think of you as my blank canvas; every kiss, a brushstroke with such sensitivity it could only evoke stronger emotions. You're a masterpiece with its own beauty and its perfect flaws. There's a part of me that loves to be loved by you and another that longs to be hurt by you physically, and even emotionally.
Oh, how one as mighty as me be bewildered by a simple-minded beast. I am Gaston the best looking, strongest, and easily admired man in the whole town. My love Belle who is a little out of her mind if she thinks she could love a beast like him. I will show them. I force my whole enormous body at the beast making him slide off the edge of his balcony. As his large paw-like hands slip he catches himself by scrapping the shingles of the dark and gloomy castle. Weak. his claw grasps my shirt and my heart trembles. No, it can't be. Him a beast. For I am gaston the bravest of them all. But if belle could love him then. What does that make me? For who could ever love a hideous beast like me.
Frozen like an image; barely in sight, but there forever Can’t reach out to touch you or to hold you in my arms Even if I close my eyes, I can never dream of
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
Nolan narrowed his eyes at me, ready to retort but suddenly he shut his yap staring past me. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted our principal, Kay Pal, and his daughter, Janine. Next to her was a tall guy with black hair and dark blue eyes. I recognized him as Kayden Adams, Janine's boyfriend, according to Instascam--I mean Instagram.
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
Life isn't fair, it isn't kind, nor just. In my opinion, many people don't get what they deserve and many people don't deserve what they get. Like me, I don't deserve to be rotting in Azkaban for a crime I didn't commit but here I am. Wasting away, never to have a happy thought again. I'm only twenty and been here since I was 18, I had only been out of school 3 months before I was thrown in here. Sometimes I wish I had died, it's better than living here. I had no trial, no nothing they just assumed I did it and threw me in here to die. I may not notice everything, but I know something is going on. Almost every day some Aurors march past my cell and are taking someone with them. Then 2 days later they come back and return the person and they take someone else and the pattern continues. I have noticed that judging by their steps they go to the far back and are working their way towards the door. My cell is right in front of the door so, whatever they're doing I will be the last to know. Almost everyone comes back except Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy were never brought back. They weren't here long anyway.
I discreetly trudged along behind the other kids. A high school girl announced our competition and paired me into a group with other sheepish freshmen. “Who are you?” I questioned. “Mary, the team captain this past year” she responded.
NOELLE'S POV I leave school and Lucian hasn't texted me or called me after Saturday. I will wait for him to text me. I don't want to insist. The next day he didn't come to school or replied my texts.
The street is packed, with loads of fans in every direction who are very excited to see the casts make their way down the carpet towards the entrance of the theatre. Tonight is the premiere night of Natalie’s movie, and Caleb is pretty much excited. The cast have arrived, and Caleb pushes his self through the crowd, trying to get a better view of the stars. Thanks to his height, he sees Natalie walking down the carpet in her red sophisticated gown that flows beautifully down to her ankles. He can’t take his eyes off her.
Hi, this is his ex-girlfriend. First of all, I hate you. Not because he thinks you're pretty, or successful or whatever, I hate you because you hurt him. You broke his heart.
The noise had been intolerable. I had snapped. I was weak. I had done all the careful, oh so careful, strategic planning, just for the old man's cursed heart to dash my plans. I had thought about the rest of my life being spent rotting in a cell.
It is funny how a kiss is a spoonful of peanut butter. As with peanut butter, I enjoy every bite, every time the spoon touches my tongue, and every time I feel that creamy texture. Everything at this time just seems perfect and I could be in this state for as long as I
Even when I'm sleeping I'm dreaming of you. I may never cross your mind once durring the day. But you've never left mine. People think I'm to young to know about love. I tell them to screw off because I know what I feel and I know that I am in love with you.
ENTRY -4 Looking back to days gone by, Think of all the ways i've tried, to show you that my love is true, since the day you said "I do." Trips together to the Kugnae shore, with you beside me I was never bored. We'd laugh and lark in the sun's bright rays, cuddle 'neath a woven sheet when the day gave way. Now I reflect upon your sweetest smile, Your updone hair, and your personal style.
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).