In life -
I was never really sure whether I wanted in or just out,
It was like my thoughts kept getting caught somewhere between my mind and my mouth,
Like I could never say the words the way I wanted them to sound
To your ears, to her ears, to his,
And because of that it inhibited my ability to properly live
To make myself properly understood
To grow and to give,
So I stayed silent, which led to violence,
And wasted time.
From elbow to wrist I cut and I slit,
Trying to remove the parts of myself I loathed, Read more »
Have I been used all this time?
Am I just here to keep you alive?
Make you look cool?
You're right. I am too nice.
I guess that's what you need to be by your side.
Is it just an act?
Me being used, to protect your mind?
Is it the time I spend talking, and the time you spend looking at your phone, that
makes me question-
why you have time to tweet,
but wouldn't bother to get up on two feet, Read more »
The blades of grass poke at my back
through my bulky sweeatshirt
as I gaze up at the indigo sky
that's blue on the edges
I know the cold stars can't reach me through my blanket
And a noise like thunder
pounds against my eardrums
and a pop like a gunshot
echoes through the hills
More lights erupt from the stars
in pink and red and gold
and gasps and cheers erupt
and giggly children
point at the sky with pudgy fingers
as the lights reflect in their wondering eyes
A smile spreads across my face
as the sparkles fizzle out
like falling stars
And then it's over
the smoke lingers
like the remains
of a magician's dissappearing act
but when I close my eyes
I can still see the bursts of purple
beneath my eyelides
So here is an example of how a story rapped around a tiny moment can gain an audience. I wrote it in 2012 on cowbird.com...it was featured on upworthy.com in October ... and then it was featured on huffingtonpost.com and aol.com and others. The cowbird version has more than 310,000 views.
I share this all only to encourage you to try this technique out, that is, to take a tiny, memorable moment, add a photo and record your text.
And enjoy the story, of course. Cheers to all of my pals on this site. You inspire me so. Happy Thanksgiving. -- gg
the feelings inside me are jumping all around
as if there were a play going on in my mind and this is going on:
The hero saying all that is true
reminding me that there is good in the world.
Then we have the antagonist who is pressing in your head
all of the things that could go wrong with this one out burst that wants to be said.
The out burst that you truly want to make to the world but are afraid
that everyone she knows will turn away.
The people within the heroes town are there backing her up waiting for her to share,
with every tiny step she is making towards the great speech being prepared.
I am the one sitting at the desk writing drafts and drafts of this grand speech
This crazy out burst that could change the way her community feels about her
that could change the way her friends feel about her, as if it was a curse.
This could be the end or a great new beginning
but who does she listen to when it comes time
does the ingraved words of the antagonist remind her the problems faced in this world or is it time to shine.
The hero swooped her up from her feet and flew her around to show who does really care
that these words are not too scary and can be shared.
The play is reaching the climax as she is faced with a decision to make
to show the side of her that she doesn't know she accepts herself, but its a chance she can take.
The speech is starting to come together as its on its second page
these few words are the scariest ones to say. Read more »
A streak of light
Shoots through the sky
It will fall
Just like all of us
Shooting stars are our reminder
That nothing remains
Nothing stays forever
You can't have it all
If it can leave you
It is that more precious
Just like a fallen star
Beer bottles and cans
left on sidewalks,
By misspelled hearts and
sold for silver and gold.
Already rich in hopes and fears,
If pain was money, then darling
I'd be a billionaire.
Ice flakes off the cars Read more »
This is the beginning of a short story I'm working on, and I would REALLY REALLY love it if someone could give me feedback on whether or not I should run with this idea. Thanks!
I fill you with black coffee; it’s the night with no stars, and it’s the unforgiving tar of car wheels. At least that particular car wasn't forgiving to him; it was indirectly cruel to me. At times it seems that I may have been God’s intended target. But that’s a awfully self-centered way of looking at it, now isn’t it.
I don’t add any milk. I hope you don’t mind. I try to keep you warm most of the time, but I couldn’t today since it’s raining outside and I had to carry you here. I have to say, you collect water quite well, but I suppose that’s not too surprising, since your intended purpose is to hold liquids. But I wouldn’t blame you if you let it spill out sometimes; I know it happens to me sometimes.
Everything just... got overwhelming. Trying to juggle school, home, and friends just made me stressed out. I was staying up late, waking up late, and I couldn't pay attention in class very well.
One night, I was laying in bed, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. I felt as if my head was about to explode, like I was going to go crazy.
Suddenly, I felt this urge to run, to jump, anything. I hopped out of bed and put my shoes on. I went to the front door and unlocked it, pulling it open slowly so that my parents wouldn't wake up. I walked outside.
I was standing in the middle of my lawn. I looked around. The only light was dim street lights and the light from the full moon.
I ran, faster then I've ever run before. I ran down my street, far from my house. I ran down streets I didn't know, vaugely aware of the street names as I ran passed the signs.
Eventually I came to a cliff. Below were shiny rocks, with lake water splashing of off of them and foaming. I stood there. The moon seemed so big. I looked around. There was no one there. No houses nearby.
I plopped on my knees and screeched. I howled at the moon. My face was red, I'm sure. I Read more »