Mar 12
fiction challenge: Script

Shadows Of Love

*This is definately more than 30 lines, oops* 

                                                                                               Act II Scene 3 

Magdelena is sitting on stage left, and John is on the opposite side. She’s hunched over at the dining table while he is pacing near the living room. His chair lies on its side and both their eyes are bloodshot. Magdalena’s hair is silver, curly, and hangs loose around her head. They are the only ones there. 

John (waving his hands erratically): C’mon look around. 
Magdelena: At what? At what John, what? 
John: Look at us
Magdelena: Ok, I see us. I don’t get it, what do you want me to see? 
John: Are you shitting me? C’mon Maggie. Don’t be dumb.
Magelena (in a sarcastic tone): Oh, wow I’m dumb now. First I’m blind now I’m dumb. Great, thanks for that.
Mar 02

Memories Marked In Snow

This piece was published in my school newspaper!!! Hope you enjoy :) 


My bright red converse in the snow 
crunching step by soggy step 

Your blue sneakers 
racing to meet mine 

I learned to share the sidewalk 
to let our bodies become one 
entity, the swing of our hips 
synchronized 

The tracks could trace our 
relationship, only stumbled when you swept me off my feet or 
onto your back, our heartbeats keeping pace 

But the snow turned mushy, yellow and sour 

Soon I was dodging ice, 
struggling to keep my feet from disappearing under the snow 

Our gait became clumsy, 
you were either so far ahead or so far behind 
i couldn’t see you 

Eventually, the cherry blossoms bloomed, 
with my beat up red converse 
crunching step by soggy step. 



 
Feb 26

Past Tense vs. Present Tense

Feb 19

Missing you (an ode to California)

Sometimes I find myself 
California Dreamin’.

I wish I would stop 
because 
it doesn’t do me any good to dwell on the past. 

I can’t keep reliving the summer sun or the lily skies, or the soccer fields that seemed to stretch on for miles. 

The times my sister and I threw rocks at each other, 
laughing maniacally 
crouched under a tree. 

Watching the neighborhood turn blue 
as the sun sets. 

Riding no hands 
to the library. 
Up and 
down tunnels and avenues past the Safeway and the new condos that nobody liked. 

Licking frozen yogurt off my lips as we strolled downtown. 

The university students that used to crowd every pub and burger joint. Taking up space with their fast cars and fast attitudes.

Swinging silly from trees, 
carving my name so they would never forget me. 

Turning forests into forts that housed our imagination. 
Feb 19

February

Feb 17
poem challenge: Lifeline

Like A Tree

Like a tree 
nothing will 
s h a k e 
   me. 

Like a tree 
the wind blows through my hair. 

Shading me 
     into 
silhouette 

Like a tree 
I bend 
and move. 

Reaching 
to kiss 
the sun. 

Like a tree 
take the tears 
and 
make them 
BEAUTIFUL 

Like a tree 
the sky is my limit 
and nothing but dirt can 
ever 
hold 
me 
back. 

 
Feb 11

Like a tree

Like a tree 
nothing will 
s h a k e 
    me. 

Like a tree 
the wind blows through my hair. 

Shading me 
     into 
silhouette 

Like a tree 
I bend 
and move. 

Reaching 
to kiss 
the sun. 

Like a tree 
I take the tears 
and 
make them 
BEAUTIFUL 

Like a tree 
the sky is my limit 
and nothing but dirt can 
ever 
hold 
me 
back. 
 
Feb 11

My Happiness

Feb 06

Late Night Surprises and Early Morning Revelations

Feb 05

Searching For Answers

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