independent #6

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.

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.

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.

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…

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.”