Oh, jeans.
You are snug on my hips
As I attempt to slip in and zip
you up, curses from my lips.
Lighten up.
Loosen up.
No one
Should ever pant
Putting on
A pair of pants.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wrong Way
Your killing me
Or I'm killing me with you.
Either way, I'm fine with it.
Like electrons colliding creates chaos,
So our world will fall as I fall for you.
It's this feeling inside you're giving me.
Undeserved and underestimated.
A suicidal pleasure
Where I'm gladly killing myself
For the sake of your acceptance.
Or I'm killing me with you.
Either way, I'm fine with it.
Like electrons colliding creates chaos,
So our world will fall as I fall for you.
It's this feeling inside you're giving me.
Undeserved and underestimated.
A suicidal pleasure
Where I'm gladly killing myself
For the sake of your acceptance.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Twisted Dialogue (aka- The "Good" Friend)
A: I want to die. Right now.
B: Why would you do that? I don't think that's a good idea.
A: I do. I just don't like my life. It's not as euphoric as I imagined it to be. If I can't be happy, what else is left?
B: I don't think anyone's life is that ecstatic. Why else would we live such self-destructive lives? But, I think if you learned to love a little more inclusively, life wouldn't feel so empty.
A: Why can't you just love and support my decision like a real friend?
B: Well, as long as you are comfortable with it... I won't judge.
*A falls*
B: Wait.. you forgot your parasol.
B: Why would you do that? I don't think that's a good idea.
A: I do. I just don't like my life. It's not as euphoric as I imagined it to be. If I can't be happy, what else is left?
B: I don't think anyone's life is that ecstatic. Why else would we live such self-destructive lives? But, I think if you learned to love a little more inclusively, life wouldn't feel so empty.
A: Why can't you just love and support my decision like a real friend?
B: Well, as long as you are comfortable with it... I won't judge.
*A falls*
B: Wait.. you forgot your parasol.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It Came From The Sea With A Vengeance
Characters
THE BOY: A mischievous young man wearing a cowboy costume. The only thing leaving this city with him is his Red Ryder.
THE GIRL: A foolish and enchanted girl caught up by THE BOY's debonair mystery.
_________________________________________
SETTING: Outside of magenta theater and leading to the mural wall.
FADE into a shot of a wedding ring lying on the sidewalk. it's not entirely within the shot, a piece of it is off camera right of the frame. and THE GIRL's feet walk up to the ring. as a hand reaches into the frame to grab the ring, the ring is pulled out of the frame. she follows the ring to it's new location, but then it starts to walk away from her. as she follows it, the camera reveals the hidden bit of the ring that is tied to a string. the camera follows up the string to THE BOY pulling the the string as he walks away from THE GIRL. as the camera doesn't break, it shows the boy walking away with his face camera right, showing both the ring in tow along with the foolish girl, holding a fish in one hand, following closely after the ring.
eventually, they end up in front of the mural near by. THE GIRL finally gets the ring. as she holds it up and starts to put it on, THE BOY pulls the string, flying the ring out of her hand. after a rage of emotion, she slaps THE BOY with the fish. this shot is very 2 dimensional. after slight pouting by both parties, the boy turns around and leaves her, and she soon turns around and leaves, the camera splits into 2 screens as it shows the boy riding a toy tricycle away from the scene with the girl walking the other direction, both hurt and sad, as credits roll.
THE BOY: A mischievous young man wearing a cowboy costume. The only thing leaving this city with him is his Red Ryder.
THE GIRL: A foolish and enchanted girl caught up by THE BOY's debonair mystery.
_________________________________________
SETTING: Outside of magenta theater and leading to the mural wall.
FADE into a shot of a wedding ring lying on the sidewalk. it's not entirely within the shot, a piece of it is off camera right of the frame. and THE GIRL's feet walk up to the ring. as a hand reaches into the frame to grab the ring, the ring is pulled out of the frame. she follows the ring to it's new location, but then it starts to walk away from her. as she follows it, the camera reveals the hidden bit of the ring that is tied to a string. the camera follows up the string to THE BOY pulling the the string as he walks away from THE GIRL. as the camera doesn't break, it shows the boy walking away with his face camera right, showing both the ring in tow along with the foolish girl, holding a fish in one hand, following closely after the ring.
eventually, they end up in front of the mural near by. THE GIRL finally gets the ring. as she holds it up and starts to put it on, THE BOY pulls the string, flying the ring out of her hand. after a rage of emotion, she slaps THE BOY with the fish. this shot is very 2 dimensional. after slight pouting by both parties, the boy turns around and leaves her, and she soon turns around and leaves, the camera splits into 2 screens as it shows the boy riding a toy tricycle away from the scene with the girl walking the other direction, both hurt and sad, as credits roll.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Welcome to Nostalgia
Here I am
Facing the blue I was once so acquainted with.
Our reunion is well received by both parties
As we laugh and chat of all the things we seen
Since we last talked and sang of silly things.
____________________________________________
I sat on the now cruddy, once clean carpet of my past to reconnect with the view of my previously 5 year old self. The books slumped on the shelf where they once stood erect and ready to be read. One by one, I asked them to tell me the story they've each told a million times.
"Oh, my boy," they each sighed, "You've heard it before."
"I know, but i want you to tell me anyway. For old time's sake..." The look in my eyes was one each story knew well. It was the big blue sky colored eye look I'd get from swinging so high that gravity would have to reach to pull me down.
Besides, the books were never ones to turn down Old Time's pleas, so they sneezed the dust out of their binding and said, "Very well."
And as each of them shared what they were told to tell, the magic of each of their tales seemed as clear as the first time I heard it. From the boy who found life too dull to the raccoon that nearly fell over the waterfall. From the man with the purple house to a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, the euphoric feeling of escaping the ground's grip on me never felt so real with me sitting on a filthy floor flipping through tattered paperbacks and hardcover antiques. It made me wonder what would happen if I found a swing...
The books finished their interview session, with little else to say but who designed their cover and the year they were published. Tears fell down my face ever so slightly for as I listened to their stories, they reminded me of times when I found life too dull and when I nearly fell over the waterfall. It reminded me of when I wanted a purple house and that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. If only I could have told those 6, 8, 15, and 19 year old boys those stories as they met those stories more personally, I could have told them, "You are not alone. Remember the boy, raccoon, man, and day? They remember you, I assure you." However, knowing those foolish boys, they wouldn't have listened to me. They never really paid much attention to silly things such as wisdom and contentment. It was more important to learn what 2+3 equaled or how to spell "spaghetti".
Regardless, time had stretched back far enough and it started to lose it's elasticity, pulling me faster and faster to my currently dull life, full of waterfalls, purple houses, and terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. The connection fading, I didn't know how else to find the feeling I found in dusty room. I ran to my car, silence the radio that pumped it's "I loathe you" propaganda so I could recite poetry about radishes and upside-down cakes and sing songs about a monkey and a weasel. I also sang about a bunny that lied over the ocean, but it never made much sense to me, but it made more sense than a "bonnie" that lied over the sea. I searched frantically for the color of nostalgia, with it's green ground, green and brown lamps, and blue ceiling. That's when I found it... A swing. I leaped out of my vehicle, neglecting the lines society set for me to sit my vehicle in, not to mention the mandatory "feed me" toll machine that would allow my automobile to sit in the black concrete chair that it currently occupied. But even in my complete presence of mind, I found the blessed chair that I came to see. So...
Here I am
Facing the blue I was once so acquainted with.
Our reunion ss well received by both parties
As we laugh and chat of all the things we seen
Since we last talked and sang of silly things.
Facing the blue I was once so acquainted with.
Our reunion is well received by both parties
As we laugh and chat of all the things we seen
Since we last talked and sang of silly things.
____________________________________________
I sat on the now cruddy, once clean carpet of my past to reconnect with the view of my previously 5 year old self. The books slumped on the shelf where they once stood erect and ready to be read. One by one, I asked them to tell me the story they've each told a million times.
"Oh, my boy," they each sighed, "You've heard it before."
"I know, but i want you to tell me anyway. For old time's sake..." The look in my eyes was one each story knew well. It was the big blue sky colored eye look I'd get from swinging so high that gravity would have to reach to pull me down.
Besides, the books were never ones to turn down Old Time's pleas, so they sneezed the dust out of their binding and said, "Very well."
And as each of them shared what they were told to tell, the magic of each of their tales seemed as clear as the first time I heard it. From the boy who found life too dull to the raccoon that nearly fell over the waterfall. From the man with the purple house to a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, the euphoric feeling of escaping the ground's grip on me never felt so real with me sitting on a filthy floor flipping through tattered paperbacks and hardcover antiques. It made me wonder what would happen if I found a swing...
The books finished their interview session, with little else to say but who designed their cover and the year they were published. Tears fell down my face ever so slightly for as I listened to their stories, they reminded me of times when I found life too dull and when I nearly fell over the waterfall. It reminded me of when I wanted a purple house and that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. If only I could have told those 6, 8, 15, and 19 year old boys those stories as they met those stories more personally, I could have told them, "You are not alone. Remember the boy, raccoon, man, and day? They remember you, I assure you." However, knowing those foolish boys, they wouldn't have listened to me. They never really paid much attention to silly things such as wisdom and contentment. It was more important to learn what 2+3 equaled or how to spell "spaghetti".
Regardless, time had stretched back far enough and it started to lose it's elasticity, pulling me faster and faster to my currently dull life, full of waterfalls, purple houses, and terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days. The connection fading, I didn't know how else to find the feeling I found in dusty room. I ran to my car, silence the radio that pumped it's "I loathe you" propaganda so I could recite poetry about radishes and upside-down cakes and sing songs about a monkey and a weasel. I also sang about a bunny that lied over the ocean, but it never made much sense to me, but it made more sense than a "bonnie" that lied over the sea. I searched frantically for the color of nostalgia, with it's green ground, green and brown lamps, and blue ceiling. That's when I found it... A swing. I leaped out of my vehicle, neglecting the lines society set for me to sit my vehicle in, not to mention the mandatory "feed me" toll machine that would allow my automobile to sit in the black concrete chair that it currently occupied. But even in my complete presence of mind, I found the blessed chair that I came to see. So...
Here I am
Facing the blue I was once so acquainted with.
Our reunion ss well received by both parties
As we laugh and chat of all the things we seen
Since we last talked and sang of silly things.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
A Mellow Drama
(RABBIT O'HARE exits stage left as GERARD crosses to down-center. GERARD's clothes are tattered from RABBIT's torrent of "tearing down" discouragement. GERARD stands, sucking in air through his hands which cover his mouth. Slowly dropping to a kneel, he loses strength and falls back on his backside, simply sitting and sighing, a few thoughts before tears.)
GERARD: Why do you do this to me all the time? We are near antonymous in character, but we are one. I see the visions of my piteous melancholy from your eyes, but I know you witness your own malicious spite through mine. The pain you provide may not be physical, but it sinks deeper than most bullets can drive, you belittling bard! you minstrel of malignity!
RABBIT O'HARE: (enters with a cup of tea in one hand and matching saucer in the other) Would you cease this rather worthless parade of baroque vocabulary? Honestly, Who are you attempting to impress? It is only you and I, and I am you. (RABBIT kneels beside him, setting his tea and saucer aside on the floor and starts to pull make up out of his sleeves, much like a magician) Put your hands down.
(GERARD looks into RABBIT's eyes with that same spite before dropping his hands for the "necessary" makeover.)
RABBIT O'HARE: Very good... (RABBIT begins laying the foundation on GERARD. GERARD never smiles throughout the process. RABBIT starts to put on the blush. RABBIT pauses briefly for a sip of tea.)
GERARD: This isn't going to help. My facade is practically transparent.
(RABBIT drops his tea near instantly, spilling onto the floor much like the way his rage will soon manifest. He turns and slaps GERARD firmly across the face, slightly smudging GERARD's makeup. RABBIT starts to mend the error as GERARD sits in silence.)
RABBIT O'HARE: Don't say that about yourself. That's my job. But you are right. You will look terrible if you continue on with that attitude. The crowd can see through these things easily if you let them, and as long as you don't make foolish remarks like that, all will be well. Now for the lips...
(RABBIT starts to apply the lipstick where he wants GERARD's lips to be, not necessarily where they are. GERARD's lips remain frowned as RABBIT continues to draw a smile on his face. He finishes up the eyebrows, eyes, rather quickly as he is more worried about making GERARD's smile appear authentic than the rest of his face.)
RABBIT O'HARE: There... Now... Smile!
(GERARD sits still frowning, but his face gives the indication of happiness from RABBIT's excellent makeup work.)
RABBIT O'HARE: (smacks GERARD on the back of his head.) I know you are smiling already, you addlepate. But how about you smile as if I weren't around?
(GERARD remains briefly, then grins so that his face becomes a caricature of
ecstasy.)
RABBIT O'HARE: Fantastic! Now, go and make them wish for a little bit of that Heaven you found...
*BLACK OUT*
GERARD: Why do you do this to me all the time? We are near antonymous in character, but we are one. I see the visions of my piteous melancholy from your eyes, but I know you witness your own malicious spite through mine. The pain you provide may not be physical, but it sinks deeper than most bullets can drive, you belittling bard! you minstrel of malignity!
RABBIT O'HARE: (enters with a cup of tea in one hand and matching saucer in the other) Would you cease this rather worthless parade of baroque vocabulary? Honestly, Who are you attempting to impress? It is only you and I, and I am you. (RABBIT kneels beside him, setting his tea and saucer aside on the floor and starts to pull make up out of his sleeves, much like a magician) Put your hands down.
(GERARD looks into RABBIT's eyes with that same spite before dropping his hands for the "necessary" makeover.)
RABBIT O'HARE: Very good... (RABBIT begins laying the foundation on GERARD. GERARD never smiles throughout the process. RABBIT starts to put on the blush. RABBIT pauses briefly for a sip of tea.)
GERARD: This isn't going to help. My facade is practically transparent.
(RABBIT drops his tea near instantly, spilling onto the floor much like the way his rage will soon manifest. He turns and slaps GERARD firmly across the face, slightly smudging GERARD's makeup. RABBIT starts to mend the error as GERARD sits in silence.)
RABBIT O'HARE: Don't say that about yourself. That's my job. But you are right. You will look terrible if you continue on with that attitude. The crowd can see through these things easily if you let them, and as long as you don't make foolish remarks like that, all will be well. Now for the lips...
(RABBIT starts to apply the lipstick where he wants GERARD's lips to be, not necessarily where they are. GERARD's lips remain frowned as RABBIT continues to draw a smile on his face. He finishes up the eyebrows, eyes, rather quickly as he is more worried about making GERARD's smile appear authentic than the rest of his face.)
RABBIT O'HARE: There... Now... Smile!
(GERARD sits still frowning, but his face gives the indication of happiness from RABBIT's excellent makeup work.)
RABBIT O'HARE: (smacks GERARD on the back of his head.) I know you are smiling already, you addlepate. But how about you smile as if I weren't around?
(GERARD remains briefly, then grins so that his face becomes a caricature of
ecstasy.)
RABBIT O'HARE: Fantastic! Now, go and make them wish for a little bit of that Heaven you found...
*BLACK OUT*
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