u/Minimum_Leopard7292

The world goes dark

But my eyes brighten up.

With my body laying still

Every night, with a little less sleep.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

There's a roaring in my head

Of a beast, and it reeks of death.

While everyone dreams

I hear the agonising screams.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

So I spiral down my mind, deep

Loosing myself, and thoughts which are mine to keep.

I can tell the end is near

Fainter the roar but prominent the fear.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

Mighty will be the beast, when it stands infront

And I can't hide no-more from my fears which are to confront.

For now, darkness is leaving the corners of my home

And I will wake up with a little less dream and a little less hope.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/2rAsIvQXCj

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/Oh7ri4SJ9s

The world goes dark

But my eyes brighten up.

With my body laying still

Every night, with a little less sleep.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

There's a roaring in my head

Of a beast, and it reeks of death.

While everyone dreams

I hear the agonising screams.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

So I spiral down my mind, deep

Loosing myself, and thoughts which are mine to keep.

I can tell the end is near

Fainter the roar but prominent the fear.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

Mighty will be the beast, when it stands infront

And I can't hide no-more from my fears which are to confront.

For now, darkness is leaving the corners of my home

And I will wake up with a little less dream and a little less hope.

Less than yesterday, more than tomorrow.

[Draft]

Hello, I'm an absolute beginner in content writing. I do creative story writing and poems but never worked for anyone. Infact I don't even know what to expect in a content writing or script writing job. I've searched on YouTube and what they tell is mostly theoretical. I can't really grasp what I have to actually write in content writing. Do they tell me only the topic or give me themes to work with? I know different people work differently but what is the in general thing I need to know for content writing? If anyone has any sources for content/script writing 101 from a to z please let me know! ( Not looking for any paid courses)

*She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever laid my eyes upon.*

*"Was"*

*As I recall my days with her,*

*In the streets where she no longer stands,*

*On the bench which sits empty,*

*With the flowers she once loved.*

*Being the person that has gotten lost*

*Down the memory lane,*

*Left alone with only her smile,*

*Her favourite song,*

*Her warmth—*

*Oh! She had warmth.*

*Like the morning sun during winter,*

*saving me after a deathly white night.*

*She was my warmth.*

She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever laid my eyes upon.

"Was"

As I recall my days with her,

In the streets where she no longer stands,

On the bench which sits empty,

With the flowers she once loved.

Being the person that has gotten lost

Down the memory lane,

Left alone with only her smile,

Her favourite song,

Her warmth—

Oh! She had warmth.

Like the morning sun during winter,

saving me after a deathly white night.

She was my warmth.

She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever laid my eyes upon.

"Was"

As I recall my days with her,

In the streets where she no longer stands,

On the bench which sits empty,

With the flowers she once loved.

Being the person that has gotten lost

Down the memory lane,

Left alone with only her smile,

Her favourite song,

Her warmth—

Oh! She had warmth.

Like the morning sun during winter,

saving me after a deathly white night.

She was my warmth.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/7m8ebOFWrZ

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/xCPPXs5PyK

She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever laid my eyes upon.

"Was"

As I recall my days with her,

In the streets where she no longer stands,

On the bench which sits empty,

With the flowers she once loved.

Being the person that has gotten lost

Down the memory lane,

Left alone with only her smile,

Her favourite song,

Her warmth—

Oh! She had warmth.

Like the morning sun during winter,

saving me after a deathly white night.

She was my warmth.

And I built my house with sorrow,

Afraid of facing the truth

Of tomorrow.

But a shelter made of weeping

Could never become home.

And it only dragged me back,

Back to the unknown.