Here's our Boulevard of Broken Dreams Prompt, it's been an interesting experience writing it. When we started in class I wasn't feeling the prompt at all, I couldn't decide on anything for a while until this weekend when I sort of found myself in a dark place. Here's what came out:
Not a sound, not a look, not a change. I walk this road alone. The streets are full but the crowds are empty, only the sound of their hurried footsteps through the rain break the ensuing silence. The road they walk is broken and uneven, tread by countless broken footsteps from countless broken people. I walk this road. With my eyes towards the ground I let the rain drip through my hair as I make my way without cover through the pulsing crowds. I see familiar places, I walk among the faces, but eyes don't meet, nor hearts collide; nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The road is not one, it branches in every way: alleys, corners, paths, and passages, but few venture off in search of a way out. From the alleys between the broken, graffitied, buildings, empty eyes look out and watch the masses with transparent looks. I pass by and risk a glance, but there is no recognition upon their faces. So still I walk alone. I continue on and soon decide-- I'd rather be alone. For among the crowds, among the faces, I hear the beating of a universal human heart-- but all I feel is my own. I look into the eyes of those I pass, desperate to make a connection, but only meet the apathetic gaze of a life all spent. I stop in the road unable to take it any longer, the thunder rolling overhead and my heart on my sleeve, and do the only thing I can think to do. I scream. I yell towards the sky, I shout, I plead to be heard, but on everybody walks. Not a sound, not a look, not a change.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I'm thinking of you...
Here's my response to our "I'm thinking of you" prompt, that, to be honest, I'm not very pleased with. Everything that came out of my mouth felt either overdone or cliche. Despite my grievances, it was an overall decent prompt. Let's title this little number "I'm thinking of you: Are you thinking of me?"
I'm thinking of you. I'm thinking of you like clouds think of rain. I'm thinking of you like hearts think of beating or lungs think of breathing. I'm thinking of you like plants think of sun, like trees think of wind, like flowers think of beauty. I'm thinking of you like rivers think of the ocean, like the ocean thinks of the tides, like the tides think of the moon. I'm thinking of you like the blind think of seeing. I'm thinking of you like writers think of the journal, like artists think of the canvas, like sculptures think of stone. I'm still thinking of you. I'm thinking of you like rain thinks of falling, like wind thinks of blowing, like lightning thinks of striking. I'm thinking of you like chefs think of ingredients, like firemen think of saving that one person. I'm thinking of you like dreamers think of the stars. I'm thinking of you like winter thinks of spring, like spring the summer and summer the fall. I'm thinking of you like dogs think of cats, like cats think of night, like nights think of dawn. I'm thinking of you like pages think of books. I'm thinking of you like fire thinks of air, like ice thinks of cold, like stone thinks of earth. I'm thinking of you like the heartbroken think of love. I'm thinking of you like eyes think of tears, like tears think of sadness, like sadness thinks of finding hope. I'm thinking of you like you were here, I'm thinking of you like you weren't. I'm thinking of how I'm thinking about you so much I don't know what to think. I'm thinking of you like it'll make you think of me.
I'm thinking of you. I'm thinking of you like clouds think of rain. I'm thinking of you like hearts think of beating or lungs think of breathing. I'm thinking of you like plants think of sun, like trees think of wind, like flowers think of beauty. I'm thinking of you like rivers think of the ocean, like the ocean thinks of the tides, like the tides think of the moon. I'm thinking of you like the blind think of seeing. I'm thinking of you like writers think of the journal, like artists think of the canvas, like sculptures think of stone. I'm still thinking of you. I'm thinking of you like rain thinks of falling, like wind thinks of blowing, like lightning thinks of striking. I'm thinking of you like chefs think of ingredients, like firemen think of saving that one person. I'm thinking of you like dreamers think of the stars. I'm thinking of you like winter thinks of spring, like spring the summer and summer the fall. I'm thinking of you like dogs think of cats, like cats think of night, like nights think of dawn. I'm thinking of you like pages think of books. I'm thinking of you like fire thinks of air, like ice thinks of cold, like stone thinks of earth. I'm thinking of you like the heartbroken think of love. I'm thinking of you like eyes think of tears, like tears think of sadness, like sadness thinks of finding hope. I'm thinking of you like you were here, I'm thinking of you like you weren't. I'm thinking of how I'm thinking about you so much I don't know what to think. I'm thinking of you like it'll make you think of me.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Hidden
So I was flipping through my math notes the other day and I stumbled across a poem I started at the beginning of the year. It was sitting there all sad and forgotten, but after looking at the single stanza for a little bit I became inspired to finish it. It's the melancholy-type poem, but I think it fits really well into what I'm going through lately. It's not perfect, but as a wise-man once said, "All bad poetry stems from genuine feeling".
Hidden:
Good and bad and truth and lies
Is what goes on behind these hazel eyes
Where thoughts begin and dreams roam free
But how often do people see that me?
When life gets fast I lose my way
And pass it off as just another bad day
But deep inside amidst my thoughts
I know that somehow I've been all lost
Though hard I try to hide my face
I cannot help but feel disgrace
For once I knew what road to take
But now I feel just like a big fake
I'm not myself but that can change
For next time life bears down I'll do something strange
I'll raise my eyes with courage and heart
And look destiny in the eyes and take on my part
I may be lost now, I may be naive
But does that mean I must give up and leave?
Behind my eyes my soul still remains
It's time to come out of hiding and empty my chains.
Hidden:
Good and bad and truth and lies
Is what goes on behind these hazel eyes
Where thoughts begin and dreams roam free
But how often do people see that me?
When life gets fast I lose my way
And pass it off as just another bad day
But deep inside amidst my thoughts
I know that somehow I've been all lost
Though hard I try to hide my face
I cannot help but feel disgrace
For once I knew what road to take
But now I feel just like a big fake
I'm not myself but that can change
For next time life bears down I'll do something strange
I'll raise my eyes with courage and heart
And look destiny in the eyes and take on my part
I may be lost now, I may be naive
But does that mean I must give up and leave?
Behind my eyes my soul still remains
It's time to come out of hiding and empty my chains.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
You are under direct orders...
Ohai there. Here's my response to our "Direct Orders" prompt, I don't know very much about rocking out but enjoy anyway!:
You are under direct orders to rock the ________ out like you just found a dollar bill in your back pocket, like you just skipped out the doors of your day job after seven hours of work, like you've just had the most amazing dream. Rock out like she said yes, rock out like she said yes again. Rock out like you rediscovered your favorite shirt, rock out like your favorite song just came on the radio, rock out like you could sing along without a care. Rock out like you got everything done, rock out like you didn't but gave it your all. Rock out like your body is weak, your mind is tired, and you still won't give up. Rock out like it's all you can do not to give up. Rock out like things are getting better, rock out like things did work out in the end. Rock out like you passed your tests, like you made up with your best friend, like you're starting a fresh chapter in life. Rock out like the sun in shining, the car windows are down, and the wind is blowing in your face and hair. Rock out like you're skipping school and going to the beach. Rock out like your team just won in double overtime, rock out like you nailed a performance, rock out like you stole the show. Rock out like you made it to heaven. Rock out like you made it at all. Just rock out.
You are under direct orders to rock the ________ out like you just found a dollar bill in your back pocket, like you just skipped out the doors of your day job after seven hours of work, like you've just had the most amazing dream. Rock out like she said yes, rock out like she said yes again. Rock out like you rediscovered your favorite shirt, rock out like your favorite song just came on the radio, rock out like you could sing along without a care. Rock out like you got everything done, rock out like you didn't but gave it your all. Rock out like your body is weak, your mind is tired, and you still won't give up. Rock out like it's all you can do not to give up. Rock out like things are getting better, rock out like things did work out in the end. Rock out like you passed your tests, like you made up with your best friend, like you're starting a fresh chapter in life. Rock out like the sun in shining, the car windows are down, and the wind is blowing in your face and hair. Rock out like you're skipping school and going to the beach. Rock out like your team just won in double overtime, rock out like you nailed a performance, rock out like you stole the show. Rock out like you made it to heaven. Rock out like you made it at all. Just rock out.
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