#12-Poem-December 30- Pick It Up

Note:
Kudos to Harris & Sarah's bright pink idea box for the idea.
and now:

Pick It Up

Road only goes further
Stretches out beyond-
No matter how much I squint

And I can spin-
spin around in circles
till I
knock myself out dizzy
hit the ground
coated in confusion

But still I gotta go somewhere
confusion wears away
and you’re on your own
Got to
left
right
left
the paths ahead

Many times I stood outside
Watched my hands turn pepper red
Braced myself to stop the shaking
Bit my lip-
while I lied and laughed about the cold

Many times I shook my head
times I scrubbed the dark tracks away
red raw skin
only to do it again tomorrow.

But winter carved its frozen kiss
And summer thawed it out
Seasons turned
so the world could

And somewhere along
there was light
on all
all the dark

Coated in confusion
But now its like the soldier;
the guy who marches it off

Because if he has to stop and think what he’s lost-
He may never start again.

#11-Poem-December 29- Wanted

Wanted by the girl I used to be
back to the days of
ignoring dreams
that came to mind

Putting away inspiration


She knocks
knocks
knocks

at the bolted door
smiles strawberry shortcake sweet through the glass
Makes it difficult to look away
Battling one sided memories
Forgetting of the
better tomorrows
Where’s my vision?

future fades before it.


Past-
an advertisement for better days
when I know it isn’t true
I never believed in magic
but why do I shiver so
as
the wall melts away
but
never do I see another side as

the future fades before it

crumbles
crumbles
crumbles dead away.

See-
how I can’t
dump the vague
so afraid of
what specifics might tell you.
Reminds me

I’m wanted by the girl I used to be.

The one who’s-
life was
just that vague
lies she
swore she’d never tell

she wouldn’t,
couldn’t ever tell you
how she’d really felt.

about
them
about
him

about you.


Afraid what she censored in her heart to be
the
bitter
ugly
truth

But I-
No I-
don’t want to go back there
to travel those haunted roads

the ones where the vegetation
grows on you
holds you down
so all you can do is
should do is
nod and smile
let its grip
take you away

I know those roads quite familiarly
better than the back of my hand…
if ever I knew such a thing.

Screamed to her-
I WON’T GO BACK

She stays
stands at the window
whispers truth

But I am not that girl anymore

So I can
Rip way that false symmetry
and fill the vacant space with
what I’ve come to know

Surprise awaits her as

I’m wanted by the girl I used to be

So I’ll
push those locks farther
board the windows up
turn on my new found sunshine
drink it from a paper cup
pull the blinds between our minds


and hope that she’ll give up.

Changes

Alright...so as you can see, this isn't a scene. So I've been doing a lot of thinking lately (and when I say lately, I mean in the past day) and I've decided to change things up a bit. Instead of just a play a day, I'm turning this here blog into a "literary project-a-day" Yes- I love plays- don't get me wrong, but some days I just want to write poetry or a story. Sometimes (and when I say sometimes I mean always) I've got these characters vying for my attention and their story can't be told with just dialogue alone. (no I'm not skitzofrenic...just...imaginiative) anyway...so thats that. For those of you who actually read this (my fellow homework procrastinators to mention a few) I thank you profusely and just think of it as variety. You'll still get scenes...but mixed in with prose and poetry and all that good stuff...so..woo! And also, now that I'm not holding back what I really feel like writing, you'll get to read day after day...instead of month from month. But why am I trying to communicate this like its some sales pitch anyway? This is my blog (which I thank you again for reading) If you like it read it if you dont, well...don't.

And now for your feature presentation...

Play 10- December 23-Better.

Intro Note: I'm back! Yeah, I had to put it aside due to gruesome amounts of school work but now I can continue and hopefully keep going. Hate school, love writing. Enjoy.


"Better"

Sandy:f 25
Mark: m27

(Mark and Sandy have been dating about a month. The setting: central park. The event: holiday gift exchange. The premise: Sandy gives Mark her gift (all the camera sees is the box part of it as the contents could be anything at all) and Mark doesn’t know how to react as he obviously dislikes the gift)


Sandy:
Ta da!

Mark:
(looking down at box in silence)

Sandy:
Soo… you like it?

Mark:
(stunned silence)
Well..I uh…
(silence)


Sandy:
You hate it.


Mark:
No… it’s just


Sandy:
It’s all wrong isn’t it?

Mark:
Well no but

Sandy:
Shit Mark, I just- I thought I had really outdone myself this year. I really thought you’d like it. I just- I just thought maybe I could surprise you this year…make you smile.

Mark:
Oh Sandy..

(very long silence as Sandy contemplates)
Sandy:
But what I really wanted to tell you was…that- that I love you.

Mark:
(perks up)
Really?

Sandy:
Yeah. But maybe not even that’s gonna work for you.
(looks down at ground)

Mark:
Sandy (beat) look at me.

Sandy:
(sulking)
Why?

Mark:
C’mon just do it

Sandy:
(sighs)

Mark:
(delicately puts his hand under her chin and lifts her face towards his)
(looks softly into her eyes)
Am I smiling?

Sandy:
(silent)

Mark:
C’mon. It’s not a hard question. Yes or no. Am I smiling.

Sandy:
(mumbles)
yes..

Mark:
What’s that?

Sandy:
(mumbles)
yes

Mark:
You know what…I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. Could you say it again miss?

Sandy:
Yes.

Mark:
See? (pause) and I would say I’m pretty darn surprised. I don’t care about objects- c’mon Sandy, you know that. What you just said….that was the greatest present I’ve ever gotten. Now say it again.

Sandy:
I love you

Mark:
(smiles)
I love you too Sandy
(leans in, they kiss, camera pans out with snow blowing around them. End scene)