When it feels like the world
is falling down around you,
everything in nature is built to
endure the harshness of the seasons.
even the tides rise
over time even the coldest
of winter days will make way
for the blooms of spring
and the bright shining light
of the summer.
they say not to invest too much of yourself
in your possessions and instead to invest in people.
though sometimes I find it hard to believe,
at least the things you own can never leave,
while those people in which you invest
more often than not leave a hole in your chest,
She asks me
boy, why do you wear that frown?
the rock on which I used to lean
now just weighs me down.
at night it feels like my heart could bleed
so i’ll sit tight and smoke my weed.
I miss you now
but not like before.
my chest aches knowing
I have to close the door.
she asked me tonight
why I’m never sober when I call.
how could I explain to her that
I still need that little bit of liquid courage
every time I want to talk to the only girl
who somehow after three years
still makes me as nervous as
the first time.
I stay up at night
waiting for something that
will never come.
It’s been so long
most nights I forget
What exactly it is that
I am waiting for
But when I do
And I think of you
My heart feels heavy like lead
Because no longer are you beside me
in my bed
and I miss your smile
your sweet sweet voice
that welling in my chest
that gave me the strength
to take on the world,
just you and me.
It’s 9 PM.
For so long I felt like I did not belong.
And then one day I realized I don’t belong anywhere.
That is, any one place.
For some of us will never settle.
Easily bored by the mundane, we constantly are left searching for those things in life that truly make us feel alive.
For my media writing class I was assigned the task of writing an adapted version of a scene from a short story we read in class. I had group members, two of them actually. We didn’t swap phone numbers in class though so we had zero means of communication. Group projects are always fun.
7 paragraphs to 7 pages. The story is titled, “Love is a Fallacy” by Max Shulman.
A VERY brief screenplay I wrote last night around 1AM. I was tired and primarily focused on learning the screenplay software. I plan on writing around 3-4 vignettes of this length per week to keep the mind sharp. Enjoy.