February 2009
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After awhile she became another chemical dependency
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A Night of Ginsberg Alcohol Self-Loathing and...
I hate myself but I love what I do. The turn of a phrase or a new idea. I’m a mother not a father. I give birth to many things, and tell them how great they are. I’m never hard on them— they never get anywhere or go outside into the world. This is making me grow ambivalent. I want my creations out in the world surviving alone without my name or hand. I want to be remembered as trivia....
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People in my Head
LIGHT UP:
STAGE LIT WITH ONE SPOT LIGHT CENTERED
SPEAKER walks to the center of the stage with a stool in his hands. He sets it down.
SPEAKER
Good Evening, tonight we deal with the left overs. The people created in the writer’s head that have not been forgotten but have been shelved almost indefinitely. We will encounter six of these people and six moments that make up the entirety of their...
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Coffee Shop Sex
She was the new girl at work, she had trendy scenester glasses and I hated her till I heard the other bands she liked. She started with the most known bands and worked her way down to the unknown, the obscure, my playlist. We worked together a few times and every shift we ended up on not dates. We worked at Starbucks together so coffee after work was out. We’d hit up an ice cream place the...
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Yes Virginia, There is a Hell
Now Virginia, you burnt you tongue on the Devil’s finger. You heard the clicking of his hooves and swayed over to him. You thought you would give him your body and you’d get so much more. You got everything you wanted and when you went to hell with that surprised look on your face, the Devil held your mute mouth and told you that you gave him your soul a long time ago.
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Bath Time
The water is a bit gray with a day’s or two worth of work’s sweat trapped in the hair and crevasses of his body. Why did he still take baths? Men don’t take baths. They take showers. Short ones. Hell he is just trying relax his mind and muscles. It used to work, when he was younger. Now he just feels pulled by his imposed priorities. He always in a constant state of lag. He needs to go to the...
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I'm Sorry Miss Daniel's
Her face was strained by all the emotions it carried. Guilty to have seen me, to have kissed me, and to have held onto me with a heavy left hand. Mostly though, she felt guilty about the happiness. Happy that she saw me, and happy that I really did listened to her. When we said good bye, before we had to walk to different parking lots and different cars, I could see how depressed she was....
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Casual Collision
I saw what must have been the first time they held hands. I saw their fingers causally collide into each other. He had that smile that teenage guys try to hide and college guys try fake in front of girls. It was sweet to see and made me remember when I was there. Before conquest or competition, before I became what he will be and what she will make him.
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Late for a Dinner with Friends
The steam lifted from the bath water hugging her body with the scent of mint and lavender. She looked at me and didn’t hide her body. I held up a towel and wrapped her in it, kissing her neck once. I leaned against the door frame and watched her turn herself into a different type of beautiful, our eyes meet in the mirror and we kiss. I didn’t tell her the time and she only asked once. Our...
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Pool Hall Lust
Her legs crossed in front of each other when she walked causing her body to sway but her short leather skirt stayed tight around her hips and thighs, grasping onto them like I wished too. She wore a long sleeved solid black blouse. Which refracted the light of the pool hall in a way that made her look professionally lighted by a Hollywood director. The blouse buttoned only at the chest leaving her...
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Maturity on the Beach
It’s been about two hours since the weak went home, it would be another hour till the last round was served and drunken people looking for sex, sleep, or more alcohol would interrupt the sound of the waves and her breathing. But for now, we had the beach to ourselves and I was glad that we were holding onto each other for more than warmth and that I was old enough not to try and turn this into a...
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Miss Crosby
At 30 she was still the girl men wanted to take home and fall asleep a foot away from. She hated it and needed to be held tight with care, hugging hands and slow rubbing thumbs. Most guys didn’t believe her and the ones who did left instead of staying the night. We talked and I held onto her, in her bed until she fell asleep. I was so comfortable I knew it would hurt in the morning.
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Crashing Birds
They were like two birds crashing. High but going higher. They met, fell and put a dent into rock bottom. Deep enough in the hole to make a grave and it seemed like everyone had dirt to kick on them. They needed their drugs and she knew how to get them. The first time she put her mouth on a dealer it got them both more than enough and made her cry more than she’s ever cried. He stole,...
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Proposal
The bad thing about a good idea is you have to sit on it for awhile. I knew how I was going to ask my wife to marry me after a few showers and about two years before I could afford a ring and taking on some of her student loans. Like a lot of people in the divorce generation I knew she was the one for me after a fight. I told her I was going to sleep in, and she called me at eleven in the morning-...
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Parents' Mortality
I remember the day I admitted to my parents mortality, it was a sunny day in their new neighborhood. They’ve lived there for years but this was my first time to see it. Not the greatest child I know, but I was the west coast, young, trendy, in love, and working for a company younger than my brother’s toddler. Now I was the south again. Sitting on the porch with my dad drinking ice tea without one...
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Grandfather Surovec
My grandfather, your friend, husband, father, brother, loved one is gone. There will be no more memories; but we shouldn’t be selfish. There will be no more pain for him. Pain we will not remember. Time will polish our memories of him. Washing away the sadness we feel now, leaving only the best memories to sparkle like stars in the old forgotten country sky. We will share and pass them on to...
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Miley can I call you Hannah in bed?
Ms. Cyrus I know your a little younger than me, I’m 21 and you’re an age I refuse to Google. But I think we could make something work. Imagine it, me and you laying in our bed, that you bought with your Mickey money, and on the sheets I bought with a gift card from my mom. It could be beautiful and legal in Texas. Let’s be honest, I used to hate you. Isn’t that how it always starts baby? The...
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Rocking in the Bedroom
Started: Friday; August 3, 2007 First Draft Submitted: Sunday; August 5, 2007 at 4:35 AM Finial Draft Submitted: Monday; August 13, 2007 5:09 AM Word Count: 369 Title: Rocking in the Bedroom
R&B has for a long time been considered the best music for, a lack of a swear word or a better euphemism, chilling in the cut. Now I love R&B music, but like many people I’m just not...
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Five Musical Tips for Relationships
Started: Saturday; August 11, 2007 6:33 PM First Draft Finished: Saturday; August 11, 2007 8:44 PM Finial Draft Finished: Monday; August 13, 2007 5:32 AM Word Count: 497 Title: Five Musical Tips for Relationships
People who love music sometimes have a hard time finding love. I’ve found that it’s mostly their fault. I’ve stumbled upon five important lessons...
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How To Stay Faithful In A Room Full of Hoes:...
Started: Sunday; August 12, 2007 12:07 AM First Draft Submitted: Sunday; August 12, 2007 1:20 AM Finial Draft Submitted: Monday; August 13, 2007 5:22 AM Word Count: 414 Title: How To Stay Faithful In A Room Full of Hoes: Keeping Your Credibility When Your Scene Makes It Big.
It’s the fear we all have. I myself know that one day I’ll see The Weepies on MTV and my...
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Bar People
Did someone fucking blog about this? I looked at Tony the bar tender and he looked back and shrugged his shoulders. The regulars looked around, most of them looked at me. I squinted my eyes and shook my head, no way in hell I told anyone about this. This was my bar. I found it. No one else came here. It may get busy on Friday nights, when live music is advertised but not Thursday. Thursday is when...
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Crappy Poem #32
We live without life
In our rooms hiding from the sunlight
The blinding light that will let us see
Nature that formed everything
The slant of the rain as the wind blows it on my window
As I stare past them into the blurred horizon
I see you crying harder than the sky
I’ll wait till the eye enter the shelter of your heart
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Little Girl
Oh little girl in a new town A place no one should ever be Little girl take my hand Take this walk with me
We can talk about All those things You pretend that Never happened
Hey little girl in the world That’s difference than before Before the nights he did those things You’re still a virgin to me Little girl you’re so much older But the pain didn’t stay in the past I wish I could...
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Bedpost
Hands bound above tied into place
Looking you over, you’re so beautiful, sexy
My hands run down your body
Lingering, not stopping, causing heat
You love this game, created the rules
Trying to pull me into place with your legs
I let you for a few moments, we grind, stop’
Playful hard kisses after a taste of what you wanted
Teasing you, I know I’m in “trouble” once I let you go
So I...
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Lady of Rain
Lady of rain
From the tears of your eyes that salts the earth in vibrant colors
The world loses the grey afternoons and left white mornings and black nights
With a piercing moonlight
Together we’re never in the dark
Alone the light might fail to fall and show our skin
But a light red like the roses that fill our hearts
And whose petals lay with us in our bed in our most tender moments
...
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Short Haired Soccer Moms
Short haired soccer moms with flavored cigarettes and SUVs
Children without smiles with brothers and sisters lost in the jungle of paradise city
No one is safe even with the drugs covering the prescribed scares
We’ve all been a generation raised by the TV and perverted by a computer screen
The strive to be original is a trend killing thoughts and creativity
Pre-teens and their sexually...
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Science I Dopamine You
Science you took my first god away and for that I will always be thankful, but why love?
Why did you take butterflies and turn them into Oxytocin?
Is Nora Epinephrine the girl I’m supposed to marry?
These facts weigh on my relationship
Is the withdraw and guilt worth finding a girl that would keep me in bed all day and quench my animalistic urges?
I am an animal, after all
I’m...
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Wednesday Sadness February 22 2006
I’ve seen coke-heads sexually sucking out a weak fix from cigarettes in drug dealer’s driveways Screaming no so loud in their head it escapes as a whisper
I want to save every pretty young girl But some people aren’t worth the fight and the ones who are wont make it out of life alive
numb and euthanized by euphoria They’ll never be the same.
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A Movie with a Stripper
Sweet, breathless moans steams the mirror
What a great intermission
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Denial of Un-Lasting Love
I want to feel her breathe with my body, and love her with the first look. I want to hide and pretend she is the one and not just the next. I want to spend months wasting my life being happy and then weeks convincing myself I never really smiled. I want to love her like a teenage girl loves every guy with the right smile and the right line. I want to believe in us blind, without any logic, I want...
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6-25-81
I know she’ll forget to call me again tonight and I’ll cry. I didn’t cry last night, but I didn’t sleep good. I used to not sleep. Always worried that something bad happened to her. Something horrible, something that was my fault. Because I didn’t go with her, because I didn’t study hard enough, couldn’t make the grades. I’m just not smart enough,...
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Unfinished Idea
I should have known she still loved me when she showed me her ring. Lisa called me from a number I hadn’t seen in three years. She wanted to tell me something and she had to tell me in person. She drove to my house and called my parents mom and dad. We sat in my room, in the same spot we first kissed and she told me she was getting married. She looked me up and down and didn’t find any...
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How unfinished ideas of mine look.
She was 5’5” in six-inch heals, her body stopped
She’s had that dress since she was nine, and once her height pulled it high enough up her thigh to drive me wild it stopped and gave me other things besides her legs to concentrate on
She leapt into the air and the sun penetrated dress, showing her nipples and her panties.
I remember that dress it seems that age and her blooming...
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The dirty secret of life is that you’re not born with a purpose to fulfill or someone to love. The only magic in life is humanity and music.
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He wore his suit like it made him money and he held his bible in the same way. His name was Henry Kenston and he was a traveling evangelist. He’s been doing it for over 15 years and have saved, converted, and reaffirmed thousands. Henry was a slim man, but that was normal for a person whose diet consisted of fast food, mini-mart snacks and random pharmaceuticals paired with cheap wines....
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Mr. Bob
I’ve walked past a dead man for three days. I noticed the lights off and I saw his truck never move. I never saw him outside in the garage smoking or heard him in on his back porch playing his old guitar. We used to go fishing together, me, him, and my dad. We all got busy but him. He lost his wife and had nothing to do- nothing to live for.
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She stepped out of the shower leaving the comfort of warm water, steam, and the arms of the man she once loved. It was still early but that was the shift she worked. So, she hurried to the mirror to cover the bruises on her face and wipe the blood and flesh from her mouth. She smiled as the towel stained red and her face came clean. She took the few steps it took to get to the shower in the small...
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Our lips should talk and not kiss
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There were some problems we shouldn’t of worked out.
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It’ll be hard to pick up the pieces of me I left behind for you.
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Some nights you were just something to hold.
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Please let this come between us.
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We should have just been the one night stand you wanted.
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I had the last word but she got the last orgasm.
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Trying made it last longer than it should. We’re both tired now.
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The only thing left to do is cry, write, and move on.
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It’s not even over and I already feel alone.
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It feels over after it’s been almost over so many times before.
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The saddest moment was changing her last name in my phonebook.
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Her style said farmers’ market but her breast said BHG. I loved making her giggle and she loved to fake laughs.