Their BuffetThey killed me.
They all did.
When they left,
They each took a piece.
Some more that others,
But they all took a piece of me,
And left me a little more empty each time.
Now only crumbs remain, remnants of this buffet.
No one thought of putting anything back in,
So as they took, they saw I was running out.
They scrummage for the bits and pieces,
And left me there to die. A blank slate was I.
Not able to start something from nothing,
So I walk around among those not as empty or full.
Mimicking the lighthearted and joyful and fooling them all.
Even myself for a little while.
But every so often the winds blew and I grew not cold nor weak.
I was not one of them, and they only knew it for a second.
That second, that speck of time, was enough for them to start asking questions,
But not enough to hold their interests.
Effortlessly Everyone V 2.0INT. Office - Midday
Scene opens to a MAN in casual clothing, a button down shirt, sitting at a desk in an office waiting for someone to come in. We hear the door open and close.
Please, have a seat.
The WOMAN who walked in takes her place on the black leather couch, parallel to the desk, lays down. The man gets up and assumes his seat at the head of the couch. With his notepad on his lap, he begins to ask questions.
What is your name?
You know my name.
I need it for the record.
Anne, what do you mean by sometimes?
I mean, sometimes I'm me, in all respects and other times I'm not.
Can you control it?
No, but I can feel when it's happening.
So why don't you stop it?
You can't or you won't?
I can't. No one can always control themselves. This is just my weakness.
Anne, because of your weakness, you're here.
I don't belong here.
Anne, why do say that?
The people in here are corru
Hollow SilenceThere's a hollow dark silence.
Like the world has stopped.
They still wonder around
In a state of confusion
Looking, not finding
What they're seeking
They seek light
In a world of darkness
In a universe of dead ends.
A grip on something
Something that can save them
They seek greener grass,
But it's all the same.
Unbeknowst to them,
Crunching under their feet
Along dreams and aspirations,
DryShe is a vampire, sucking me dry
Leaving me weary and meek
Feeding off of my insecurities,
Until I am no more
Until I am a shell of my former self
And I allow it
They all do
As they wait and watch and look to see
What I do, if I do anything at all
StuckI was stuck. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was stuck between a lot of things. You know what, let me just start at the beginning. Let's just this all started with a guy named Rune. Rune had thick curly brown hair, a lanky figure and braces. I had met him at summer school, along with a bunch of his buddies, whom I loved instantly. There was Jimmy, Bino, Greg, Elliot, Tim, David, and Jared. They were great guys, and it was also very nice that I was the only girl in the group. Anyway, it was in the two weeks of summer school that I fell for him, playing Scrabble in the Senior Caf, and flirting in the halls. I was afraid, as always, to say anything, in fear of losing what we had. So we lost touch for about 3 months. Then in October, something amazing happened. He called me. It was a Tuesday, and it was raining outside. He called me to ask me to the Homecoming Dance, which kind of bummed me out because I knew that my father wouldn't let me, but I asked anyway. When he said n
TraditionMy sister of six and I had a tradition. Every morning, we would go outside to father's garden and pick an orange. We would go back into the kitchen where I would take a knife, peel, cut it unevenly, and give her the smaller piece. This morning we picked the orange and went inside. I got the knife out of the drawer and picked up the orange, threw it in the air, and she caught it. She gestured for the knife, which I gave to her with a inquisitive look on my face. She began peeling the orange the way I always did, spiraling. She started at the top and already at a bad start, when she didn't follow through with the cut. She started again, but with a mask of determination. Her tongue stuck out to the side, she continued to mess up, cutting too deeply revealing the orange flesh. As she carved this orange, it's skin dropped on the floor piece by piece. I reached out for the knife, but she turned away from me, still concentrated on the task at hand. Sitting on a stool at the breakfast nook, I
A Fallen AngelHe stood. It amazed him, but he stood. He stood by her bed. He had been sitting in that uncomfortable pleather chair that adorned the hospital room. Now he had the strength to stand. He smelled by now, but he couldn't leave this room. Herein lies his guardian, the protector of his well being. On that bed lied an angel. An angel that had reared him to be the person he was today, which was a guilt-ful and selfless one. He carried the world on his shoulders, all their burdens and sins. She had taught him everything he ever needed to know. Her eyes fluttered open, and her face creased into a smile. Too weak to form the words, she just reached out for his hand and held it on her heart. I love you. The young man sniffled, because this was a time to be strong. This was a time that he had to face his fear of losing her, and deal with it, like the man he was. The tears came despite of his manliness. The constant beep-beep-beep suddenly became the long and dreary sound of a stopped heartbeat and
Effortlessly EveryoneA man and a woman sit in a therapist's office. The woman is sitting up on the couch and the man is in his chair behind the desk, with a notepad in front of him, occasionally jotting down notes.
MAN: What is your name?
WOMAN: Anne. Sometimes.
MAN:What do you mean by sometimes?
WOMAN:I mean, sometimes I'm me, in all respects, and other times I'm not.
MAN: Can you control it?
WOMAN: No, but I can feel when it's happening.
MAN:So why don't you stop it?
WOMAN: I can't.
MAN:You can't or you won't.
WOMAN: I can't. You know I don't belong here.
MAN: Why do you say that?
WOMAN:Have you seen the people that they put here? They're crazy.
MAN: And you're not?
MAN: You're not crazy.
WOMAN: No, I'm not crazy.
MAN: But you killed a man.
WOMAN: You could hardly call him a man. He was more like a gutless worm.
MAN: He was your husband.
WOMAN: So? Do you have a point?
MAN: Didn't you love him?
MAN: Then why did you marry him?
WOMAN: Why does anyone marry anyone these days?