This piece really isnt like me at all but i was in the mood to write about depressing relationships and how alot of people suffer from depression and can love someone so much and the other person could not even return their feelings but they still want to be with that person, no matter how painful.
If I am obsessed,
it's your fault.
If you had return my feelings,
or even acknowledged me,
I wouldn't be this way.
If I am psychotic,
it's because of you.
You ran from me,
I chased,
and that's all I can do.
If I am bitter,
you are the cause.
I gave so much to you,
I give so much to you,
and I never get anything in return.
If I am depress,
the blame falls on you.
You force me to play your game,
constantly leading me on,
only to have me fall.
If I am heartbroken,
it's because you don't love me.
I loved you before I even realized it.
If I am obsessed,
it's because I can't have you.
You don't want me,
and every time you tell me,
you add another wound to my heart.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Independent #5
A lot of things can happen in life that can be really confusing, people do things that they regret or do things that they just want to forget ever happened. One thing always leads to another, and sometimes the problems are never solved. I guess this is what i was feeling when i wrote this piece.
Tell me that they lie.
The voices in my head,
that are saying
It's my fault.
Don't tell me
That it was fate.
The truth will always be
If I hadn't have done that
Then this wouldn't have happened.
So tell me they lie.
That it really isn't
My fault.
Tell me that they lie.
The voices in my head,
that are saying
It's my fault.
Don't tell me
That it was fate.
The truth will always be
If I hadn't have done that
Then this wouldn't have happened.
So tell me they lie.
That it really isn't
My fault.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
microfiction
“Down the road there’s a stoplight", that’s what he said. "You'll get to a white house at the end of the street sit under the weeping willow. I’ll come for you.”
You'll bring me the world, and I'll give you my soul. You'll tell me you love me. You're dressed in black and I'm dressed in white. You'll take my hand as we walk away. The church is glowing from the setting sun. And you'll hold on tight as I promise to stay.
On our way to the park, I'll kiss your lips and you’ll take hold of my hand yet again.
And we'll dance our first dance together, and keep on dancing till all the pain of our former selves is gone. The world can try to bring us down, but they won’t know how. We can see that soon they will say “stop.” But we know we could never stop now. On our way back home, I'll kiss your lips.
And your hands won't leave my tangled fingers. Now the day is done, and the sun will sleep. And you will say to me, "My god you looked beautiful under that tree." And the streetlights slowly went out, and I whispered, “I love you.”
The sun rose at 5, like it did every day. And I woke up, without you there. The tree was weeping, and so was I. I looked down the road, but they brunt down the church.
But I’ll dance and keep dancing, knowing you’ll come back one day. Dance the pain away till all the pain from our life together is gone. Dance to forget.
You'll bring me the world, and I'll give you my soul. You'll tell me you love me. You're dressed in black and I'm dressed in white. You'll take my hand as we walk away. The church is glowing from the setting sun. And you'll hold on tight as I promise to stay.
On our way to the park, I'll kiss your lips and you’ll take hold of my hand yet again.
And we'll dance our first dance together, and keep on dancing till all the pain of our former selves is gone. The world can try to bring us down, but they won’t know how. We can see that soon they will say “stop.” But we know we could never stop now. On our way back home, I'll kiss your lips.
And your hands won't leave my tangled fingers. Now the day is done, and the sun will sleep. And you will say to me, "My god you looked beautiful under that tree." And the streetlights slowly went out, and I whispered, “I love you.”
The sun rose at 5, like it did every day. And I woke up, without you there. The tree was weeping, and so was I. I looked down the road, but they brunt down the church.
But I’ll dance and keep dancing, knowing you’ll come back one day. Dance the pain away till all the pain from our life together is gone. Dance to forget.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Screenplay
Mark sits at his computer, chatting with his friends, while also talking on the phone. On monitor in the computer, Mark is talking about a new game with his friend Tom, while on the phone he’s talking to Alex about a new movie. On the computer, Tom keeps sending Mark messages that are very long and not very interesting so Mark is more interested in talking on the phone with Alex. However, Mark’s eye is suddenly caught by a very short message from Tom:
Tom: “Hold on, I thought I heard something.”
Next;
Tom: “Someone’s inside my house.”
Then Mark quickly types;
Mark: “Where?”
After a couple seconds comes this response;
Tom: “Upstairs from the sounasdogjliyihml;’rfarg9119119191991911ahtsetwrh”
Suddenly, Tom logs off. After a couple seconds, Mark realizes that this kind of message might have resulted from someone pounding their fist against the keyboard and accidentally sending it. He also notices that it looks as if his friend managed to type 911. He explains all this to Alex on the phone. Alex responds;
Alex: “He’s gotta be messin’ with you, man. I mean, what reason would someone...*CRASH* Hey, what the?!! Somebody just bro*running feet followed by sounds of a punch or kick* Ugh *click beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
Mark stares at the phone in disbelief. Worried and confused on what to do.
*at some point he talks to another one of his friends on a web cam, and then, Mark’s friend on the web cam gets grabbed from behind.*
Then one by one, all Mark's friends sign offline, until Mark is the only one left…
Tom: “Hold on, I thought I heard something.”
Next;
Tom: “Someone’s inside my house.”
Then Mark quickly types;
Mark: “Where?”
After a couple seconds comes this response;
Tom: “Upstairs from the sounasdogjliyihml;’rfarg9119119191991911ahtsetwrh”
Suddenly, Tom logs off. After a couple seconds, Mark realizes that this kind of message might have resulted from someone pounding their fist against the keyboard and accidentally sending it. He also notices that it looks as if his friend managed to type 911. He explains all this to Alex on the phone. Alex responds;
Alex: “He’s gotta be messin’ with you, man. I mean, what reason would someone...*CRASH* Hey, what the?!! Somebody just bro*running feet followed by sounds of a punch or kick* Ugh *click beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
Mark stares at the phone in disbelief. Worried and confused on what to do.
*at some point he talks to another one of his friends on a web cam, and then, Mark’s friend on the web cam gets grabbed from behind.*
Then one by one, all Mark's friends sign offline, until Mark is the only one left…
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
independent #4
Many people say they don’t have any regrets, that everything happens for a reason. Well let me tell you something, that’s not true. Everyone has those times when they say, “I wish I hadn’t...” or “what if I…” Regret is something that happens to all of us. But it doesn’t happen for a reason. Believe me I would know. It all started last year, the beginning of the summer, our summer, “The Summer of Lies”.
My friend and I both couldn’t wait for the summer. We wanted to do what every teen wants to do, have fun, party, and get away from school. But little did we know that, that summer would be the one neither one of us would ever forget. Friendships would be lost, hearts would be broken, friends would become enemies, and lies would be told.
We began hanging out with our guy friends more and more often almost every week we would have a sleepover with them but because of this every week a new lie would be told. They would always be missing when we all hung out and everyday they would hear a new excuse that we are busy or we can’t do anything. And behind their backs we all hung out day after day. The guys didn’t seem to care that we would lie to them and at that time we didn’t care either. But soon I started to regret the lies I had been telling and I began wishing that one of them would be able to hang out with us. So I asked to guys to call them and invite them to come and hang out next time we all got together. But the next time I hung out with the guys the one I wanted to be there, wasn’t there. And then a heart was broken. My friend and I will never know if they guys really invited them when I asked them to, but one things for sure, the guys never wanted them to come.
When the first month of our summer past we were almost inseparable from the guys. We were all best friends. But they were still missing. And that’s when we lost a friend. Lying was something that we did best, both of us my friend and I without even knowing it could lie. Its almost funny looking back on it and remembering how lying came so naturally after a while and how you could even fool yourself and mix the truth with what you wanted the truth to be. And for everyone who has a best friend and say that no matter what you will be best friends forever and nothing can come between the two of you, just be careful about what you say because even the best of friends can become the worst of enemies. And maybe there would be a whole new “Summer of Lies.”
My friend and I both couldn’t wait for the summer. We wanted to do what every teen wants to do, have fun, party, and get away from school. But little did we know that, that summer would be the one neither one of us would ever forget. Friendships would be lost, hearts would be broken, friends would become enemies, and lies would be told.
We began hanging out with our guy friends more and more often almost every week we would have a sleepover with them but because of this every week a new lie would be told. They would always be missing when we all hung out and everyday they would hear a new excuse that we are busy or we can’t do anything. And behind their backs we all hung out day after day. The guys didn’t seem to care that we would lie to them and at that time we didn’t care either. But soon I started to regret the lies I had been telling and I began wishing that one of them would be able to hang out with us. So I asked to guys to call them and invite them to come and hang out next time we all got together. But the next time I hung out with the guys the one I wanted to be there, wasn’t there. And then a heart was broken. My friend and I will never know if they guys really invited them when I asked them to, but one things for sure, the guys never wanted them to come.
When the first month of our summer past we were almost inseparable from the guys. We were all best friends. But they were still missing. And that’s when we lost a friend. Lying was something that we did best, both of us my friend and I without even knowing it could lie. Its almost funny looking back on it and remembering how lying came so naturally after a while and how you could even fool yourself and mix the truth with what you wanted the truth to be. And for everyone who has a best friend and say that no matter what you will be best friends forever and nothing can come between the two of you, just be careful about what you say because even the best of friends can become the worst of enemies. And maybe there would be a whole new “Summer of Lies.”
Thursday, April 26, 2007
independent #3
Sometimes when you like someone for a while your friends begin to doubt that you can be together and they say "he's not right for you" or "move on." But some people dont want to give up and move on even though their friends dont believe that you two will ever get together. This piece just shows how some people can be feeling when their friends want them to get over a guy.
Everyone says let go
Move on
You deserve better
How can I get it through to them
It’s not that easy.
There’s times when everything seems wrong
And nothing feels like it’s worth it
But then there’s smiles aimed just for me,
And secrets we share that no one hears
And those are the things that keep me standing up for him.
So before another tells me to let go
Just know that I’m holding on,
And I won’t falter until he’s holding onto me too.
Everyone says let go
Move on
You deserve better
How can I get it through to them
It’s not that easy.
There’s times when everything seems wrong
And nothing feels like it’s worth it
But then there’s smiles aimed just for me,
And secrets we share that no one hears
And those are the things that keep me standing up for him.
So before another tells me to let go
Just know that I’m holding on,
And I won’t falter until he’s holding onto me too.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Lives Assignment #6
Some people believe that hardships happen, they come and go and they help people mature and go on with their lives. But certain hardships last a long time. A friend of mine would be able to tell you this is true. Her family has dealt with a lot of hard times, betrayal, pain, grief, and death.
Ever since she was little her parents wouldn't be home, they would work all day and drop her off at a day camp at 6:00am and leave her there until 7:00pm. Days would go by that seemed like forever. Because of her parents jobs sometimes she would be picked up by her grandmother from day camp, and go home with her for late nights in a small old apartment to early morning pick ups from her parents. She dreaded camp, most kids would want to go to camp and swim and be with their friends but she never developed an interest for it. In Autumn her grandma would be at her house to get her ready for a new day at school. She would wake up to an empty house with her parents gone waiting for her grandma to come and make some cinnamon toast for breakfast.
As she grew older she began to be bullied by a girl named Tiffany who she thought was her friend (you know how at a young age you don't really realize that you are being bullied by others). When she would get on the bus Tiffany would walk up to her and say, "move in or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich." Because both her grandmother and Tiffany's mother were close, she would have to see her everyday. Tiffany would steal her dolls, take her clothes, what ever she wanted she would take. Then my friend met Richie, the typical troublesome next door neighbor boy. Richie was a year older then her, and loved to terrorize her. He would play tricks on her and chase her with his friends. She hated where she lived she felt neglected that her parents were not home and that the two people that she thought were her Friends actually were just out to humiliate her.
And then the slate was wiped clean, she moved. A new school, new friends, and her favorite part was that her mom would now be home all the time. but that didn't last long, soon the one person that had always been there with her died. To her death was confusing she never really understood what happened to her grandma. But she became depressed once she realized that she would never see her again. Then over the years she met a new friend who helped her through everything a friend who she really counted on and was always there for her, and showed her the meaning of true friendship.
Ever since she was little her parents wouldn't be home, they would work all day and drop her off at a day camp at 6:00am and leave her there until 7:00pm. Days would go by that seemed like forever. Because of her parents jobs sometimes she would be picked up by her grandmother from day camp, and go home with her for late nights in a small old apartment to early morning pick ups from her parents. She dreaded camp, most kids would want to go to camp and swim and be with their friends but she never developed an interest for it. In Autumn her grandma would be at her house to get her ready for a new day at school. She would wake up to an empty house with her parents gone waiting for her grandma to come and make some cinnamon toast for breakfast.
As she grew older she began to be bullied by a girl named Tiffany who she thought was her friend (you know how at a young age you don't really realize that you are being bullied by others). When she would get on the bus Tiffany would walk up to her and say, "move in or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich." Because both her grandmother and Tiffany's mother were close, she would have to see her everyday. Tiffany would steal her dolls, take her clothes, what ever she wanted she would take. Then my friend met Richie, the typical troublesome next door neighbor boy. Richie was a year older then her, and loved to terrorize her. He would play tricks on her and chase her with his friends. She hated where she lived she felt neglected that her parents were not home and that the two people that she thought were her Friends actually were just out to humiliate her.
And then the slate was wiped clean, she moved. A new school, new friends, and her favorite part was that her mom would now be home all the time. but that didn't last long, soon the one person that had always been there with her died. To her death was confusing she never really understood what happened to her grandma. But she became depressed once she realized that she would never see her again. Then over the years she met a new friend who helped her through everything a friend who she really counted on and was always there for her, and showed her the meaning of true friendship.
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