Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The cause of the pain
Stops the pain
The lack of the cause
Sharpens the pain
The cause itself
Loathes the pain
But the love of the cause
Is the pain
Destined to a life
Of shattered hopes
And empty promises
Actions and words
Normally held in high regard
Thrown around like confetti
Wonderful at the moment
But simply shredded trash after
Can the princess’s happy end
Come in the middle of the tale?
Then leave her, falling and alone
To face the witch of life
While he chases phantoms from stories
The future lies ahead…
Swathed in black
The world spins around me trying to collapse all at once
The weight of the chaos
The only support on itself
The voices of my life
Twisting and whirling
Inside my head
A scale with one pitch missing
I try to follow things
Keeping track of my life
But it’s too fast
Too much
I fall screaming
To the ground
To lie there in a shaking heap
Crying, trying to remember
Who I am
Why am I like this?
Where is this cloud from?
Why am I lost in the chaos?
I am just going to post most of my notebook now.

My light is returning
The darkness fading with my growing joy
The hollow spaces inside
Are starting to fill with light
Clean, Purifying the stains from the past
Not eliminating them entirely
The faint mark as a reminder
But the darkness that stays is coated in light
The past is slipping away
As the future unfolds before me
Another Notebook find:

I am lost inside a secret place
Crying to get out
Forgotten by the ones who hear
Do they really even care?
They say they’re my friends
But when I become different
They quickly slide away
I lay helpless on the empty floor
Just dying to get out
I am found by the forgotten
I am fixed by the broken
I am me- Inside.
This is a one act play I wrote for my Creative Writing class a while back.

Curse you High School Drama







Scene One

LOVESICK GIRL, BOY, and SANE GIRL are sitting and talking. BOY and LOVESICK GIRL have never met and SANE GIRL is introducing them. They begin to flirt.

SANE GIRL: No! No! Lovesick Girl what are you doing? Don’t do this to yourself!!

CHORUS: No! No! Never him! Anyone but him!

LOVESICK GIRL: But he is so attractive…

CHORUS: So is half the school! Anyone but him! Please! You will only get hurt.

SANE GIRL: Trust me. He will flake out on you. He is not a good person for your type.

CHORUS: Not good, nothing good.

LOVESICK GIRL: Maybe he has changed. I can change him. I will always be in charge.

CHORUS: No you fool. You can never guarantee that you will be in charge!

LOVESICK GIRL: Yes I can. Just watch.

Scene Two

Several weeks later LOVESICK GIRL is depressed because BOY hasn’t spoken to her in exactly 13 1/2 days. SANE GIRL and CHORUS are telling her to move on.

LOVESICK GIRL: What did I do wrong? Why doesn’t he like me? Am I coming on too strong?

SANE GIRL: You haven’t spoken to him, you ignore him in the halls, you don’t answer when he calls. That’s not coming on too strong. That’s shunning him.

CHORUS: Yes! Yes! Shun him! Shun him! Move on!

LOVESICK GIRL: But he is so attractive…

Scene Three

Halloween a week later. BOY calls LOVESICK GIRL and SANE GIRL to come over and hang out. They go over and “THAT CHICK” is there. BOY flirts shamelessly with “THAT CHICK”, completely crushing LOVESICK GIRL. SANE GIRL tries to console her.

SANE GIRL: Hate to say it, but I told you so.

LOVESICK GIRL: What can I do? I hate him! He is so cruel. He wanted to hurt me. He… He…

SANE GIRL: He had no intentions of doing anything. He doesn’t think about these things.

CHORUS: Move on! Move on!

LOVESICK GIRL: He only wanted me over to rub “THAT CHICK” in my face!

SANE GIRL: He did not. He just wanted friends over to hang out.

LOVESICK GIRL: Not true! He wants to hurt me! WAHH!!!

SANE GIRL: Fine, I will talk to him.

Pulls out phone and calls BOY.


BOY: I am trying to decide, but doesn’t know who to pick. “THAT CHICK” is going to college in a month.

SANE GIRL: Well LOVESICK GIRL would kill me for saying this, but you are hurting her by confusing her like this. Hurry up and choose and tell her so she can move on if she needs to.

BOY: I will… eventually.

SANE GIRL: No. Tomorrow.

BOY: Come remind me during lunch.

SANE GIRL: HA you fool! If it is important to you, you will remember.


Several days later BOY calls SANE GIRL.

BOY: We talked.

SANE GIRL: Oh I’m proud. Something productive.

CHORUS: Hooray for progress!

BOY: I told her I like her and found out she likes me.

SANE GIRL: Oh. Well, be careful. She bites.


LOVESICK GIRL: He hates me.

SANE GIRL: WHAT THE DEVIL? No he doesn’t. Why do you say that?

LOVESICK GIRL: He said that nothing will work out with “THAT CHICK”, so he likes me. I’m only second best to him. Why even bother.

CHORUS: OH GOODNESS GET A GRIP!! He is a boy. He means exactly what he says, no implications.

LOVESICK GIRL: Oh. Well… he IS attractive…