so basically one of my best friends is an aspiring filmmaker. we had brainstormed an idea for a short film on christmas eve that we didn’t really talk about afterwards until today, when she asked me if i could write a screenplay for the idea. not a complete one, not a long one, just something to...
Nothing.
I am empty inside
Armed with the trickles of energy salvaged from dispassionate anger
I am expected to fumble along in this void
Life isn't endless
Those who think it ought to be are kids
Or are kidding themselves
Lives are so bright and hot
Rising flames in dry grass...
Something Pretty, Something Sad
Skyscrapers lost in the veil of a white sky:
Untamed mountaintops lost in the shroud of clouds
The pavement is glassy with rainwater and
Yellow headlights blaze trails of fire on mirror streets
The charm of twilight is marred by a troubling something...
Does this even count as poetry? Lots of it was birthed from STUPID EMOTIONS, as you'll be able to tell. There may be some prose, but I doubt it. I'm not really looking for criticism unless I state otherwise in the post, but you can still tell me what you think if you so desire.
god, i miss...