Thursday, November 15, 2007

Scene 2

Scene 2
The Bull Fight
This is a scene with almost no dialogue. It opens with three people scattered, in the roles of Bull fighter, and the other 3 forming a "bull" but more like a caterpillar instead. The "bull" runs around, trying to run down the bullfighters. Gradually two of the fighters are run down, and as they are defeated, they add themselves onto the bull. It comes down to the final fighter
Bullfighter
Wait! (they both freeze) If I can't win the fight, who'll be left to stand againt the beast?

end scene

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

new series

So, for those who don't know (meaning pretty much everyone), I wrote a Group performance art play to submit for State Drama. And it's ok, but not up to its full potential yet. But I digress. I figure, since I barely post on this blog, I should take advantage of this and make it into a series. So I'm going to post my play, scene by scene, including any revisions that I make. Group Performance Art plays are insanely different from typical plays, so it might not make much sense at first to people who've never seen it performed. But I'm doing it anyway, and if you don't like it, too bad.

Against the Grain
by Me

Act One
Scene one
Scene One - Patty Cake

Open scene with the cast divided into groups of 2, sitting cross-legged on the ground across from each other (profile to the audience).

Couple 1
(unison) Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man

Couple 2
(unison) Bake us a cake as fast as you can

Couple 3
(unison) Peas porridge in the pot, nine days old

Couple 1
(hesitates, giving couple three an odd look with couple 2, then continues) And pat it

Couple 2
and mark it with a "B"

Couple 3
Some like it in the pot, nine days old!

The first two couples groan.

Boy 1
(whiny) Why won't you guys do it right?

Girl 1
Seriously, you guys ruin it for everyone!

Girl 2
Everyone would like playing with you more if you'd just do the same rhyme as everyone else.

Boy 2
Yeah, besides, who'd want to sing about peas when you could sing about cake?

Girl 3
Everyone always does patty cake. It's so boring now.

Boy 3
Yeah, don't you guys ever want to mix it up?

Couples 1 & 2
(gasp, then in unison) And stop being normal?

end scene

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Possible senior quotes: And the winner is...

Even though only ONE person ever left any feedback on my list, I finally managed to choose a quote. I may or may not change it, seeing as the "official" deadline for them isn't until December. But, seeing how poetry is one of my few passions in life, I chose one pertaining to that. The quote who was finally selected is: "Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind." BUT this does have a certain aura of lameness around it, so I am hotly debating mentally whether I should replace it with the colored pencil one, which seems to be a favorite. Or, as Jason so rightly pointed out, possibly the great deeds quote by Albert Camus. that's all. any opinions would still be greatly appreciated.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Lullaby

Back...forth...back...forth...
First this, then that,
Back...forth...back...forth...
polarized dancing, repelled, attracted
Back...forth...back...forth...
one end up, then it's down
Back...forth...back...forth...
First love, then it's hatred
Back...forth...back...forth...
I'm on the ground, into high as a kite
Back...forth...back...forth...
Your indifference buries, your smile grants flight
Back...forth...back...forth...
First cold then hot,
it's You are, then you're not
Back...forth...back...forth...
I'm frozen, I'm burned
once looked up, down I turned
Back...forth...back...forth...
Turned left, faced off right
bright as day, dark as night
Back...forth...back...forth...
Brim with passion like fire
empty, grave cold, ashen pyre
Back...forth...back...forth...
maybe chilled? maybe warm...
might be clear, it might storm
back...........forth...........
kind of fast, kind of still
then it all starts to build
back...
once was liquid, now as stone
forth...
and the rocking starts to slow..
back...
drowsy question
forth...
muffled answer
back...
fading music
forth...
statued dancer
back...
forth...
balanced...
peace

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Products of a dissolving society

Wow, that title could be a poem title. But it's not. The television is on quite frequently in the evenings at my house, and as a result I have ingested a generous portion of commercials. And there are some new items and toys meant for the market of children that quite frankly leave me severely worried. Here a couple examples:
The Barbie Fashion Fever Shopping Boutique Play Set
Has anyone else seen the commercial for this? In our world today gross credit card debt is already a huge problem, but now we're getting kids addicted too! Here's an excerpt from the description at Amazon.com: "The Shopping Boutique Playset comes with three outfits, including shoes and sunglasses, and the rotating pole can hold up to 20 clothing and accessory pieces. Also included is a display stand that doubles as the cashier counter where you "buy" your clothes. Swipe the Fashion Fever credit card to "pay" and find out the remaining balance on your account. But don’t fret. Once the balance hits zero, it will reset so you can continue to shop. Barbie dolls not included." Here it is again in case you didn't catch it: "Swipe the Fashion Fever credit card to "pay" and find out the remaining balance on your account. But don’t fret. Once the balance hits zero, it will reset so you can continue to shop." And the girl on the commercial joyously cries: "You never run out of Money!" I could rant and rant about this, but I'll just leave it here. anyone else worried?

And here's the other one that just disturbs me: the Barbie Stable Styles Playset. Here's a toy horse that you can brush, and groom, and get ready for a "horse show." It's all so innocent sounding. BUT here's an excerpt, again from the amazon product description: "Girls love to glam up this beautiful horse! For a totally new look, remove the blonde horse head and replace with a gorgeous brunette head." Anyone else getting a Frankenstein vibe? What kind of sick corporation lets you DECAPITATE your horse and give it a shiny new head cause you don't like it's hair? Kind of creepy, don't you think?
I realize these are both Barbie toys, and I fully believe that Mattel is an evil organization headed by a cliche evil villain bent on destroying our world as we know it. and he's succeeding. but it makes me wonder what they'll come out with next. I guess all we can do is embrace the approaching apocalypse. Anyways, that's my rant against the increasingly dominant rule of global corporations.
Hope you enjoyed it!

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Possible Senior Quotes

"All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible." William Faulkner

"It's only when you look at an ant through a magnifying glass on a sunny day that you realise how often they burst into flames" - Harry Hill

"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." Berthold Auerbach

"Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory." Oscar Wilde

"All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door." Albert Camus

"Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling." Gilbert K. Chesterton

"There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction." Salvador Dali

"Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes." Oscar Wilde

"You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone." John Ciardi

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." --Abraham Lincoln

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891

"Flying is easy, just throw yourself at the ground and miss." Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy

"If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing." --Sir James Barrie

"The poet doesn't invent. He listens." Jean Cocteau

"Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful."

To be great is to be misunderstood.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." Robert Frost

"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." Gray, Thomas

"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind." Thomas B. Macaulay

I'm Not Sure which one I should pick. So assuming anyone ever actually reads, Give me an opinion on the best one.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

The time has come

So I've finally convinced the queen to link my blog to hers, meaning that (hopefully) it will actually be visited by random people more tan once a month. With that in mind, I have resolved to post more often, and post actual stuff instead of my random crappy poetry. So here's my first actual blog since I started this thing.
I tagged along with my parents to Utah for the Evergreen conference, and had a blast over the weekend. While I didn't actually go to the conference itself, I did go to dinner with everyone Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I met tons of people and got to see some old friends, and it was pretty much just awesome. It was kind of amazing to me, because I'm pretty sure that at any other time and/or place, with any other people, I would never even consider talking about the things we discussed this weekend (ok, I might consider it. But in Cowtown, Wyoming, most people I mention it to would probably run away screaming.) So the weekend was kind of therapeutic. Ever since I found out about my mom's (Sam) and my friend's SSA, I haven't really talked about it to anyone except my mom, and it took me a few minutes to adjust to the openness of everyone at the conference. I loved it.
I think to avoid too much confusion, I'm just going to call my mom Sam in my blog from this moment on. Sam has insanely good gaydar, and I being her son, wondered how she did it. So I asked, and she gave me a quick seminar on recognizing family (f.y.i. I'm not a member, just a member's son. But I'm pretty sure I could pass for one. I think I'm pretty flamboyant. And have pretty metro tendencies. Thought you might like to know.) Anyways, turns out that I have pretty awesome gaydar as well. We went to Costa Vida for dinner on Friday, and I wanted to see how well I could spot. I nailed 2, and found a third that We couldn't confirm cause he left too soon. I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty pleased with it. It's almost like having a superpower, which I've always wanted. I think I'm going to end this post here. I'm sure there's a ton of stuff I could blog about from this weekend, but I'm not going to because I'm still trying to get used to normal blogging. And I still plan to post any poems I write, hopefully to receive any critique from people who read them (assuming anyone ever does). So that's all for now.

Friday, September 07, 2007

new song...not about me

A friend of mine had a Really rough day a little while back. And there was this huge storm that night. One thing led to another, and this came out.

The road to life is filled with stones
and glass to cut your heart
the potholes catch and twist my heels
and tear my life apart
sometimes I want to stop and wait
for a bus to run me down
to end it all, to kill the ache
but then it comes around

Rain, rain, sings my name
Weeps drops of hope to numb my pain
a melancholy balm for soul
to heal my heartache, leave me whole

The game of life's a game that's played
by someone on their own.
Sometimes it feels like life is cheating,
I just can't pass go.
I'm Body in the parlor with
the rope, all set to swing.
Again it comes, I hear its words
that shower down, and sing:

Rain, rain, sigh my name,
caress my heart, rinse out my pain.
Weeps crystal tears to hide my own
remind me that I'm not alone.

Come laugh with me
in the rain
Come cry with me
in the rain
Come dance with me
in the rain
We'll fly away...

...in the rain.

Rain, Rain, breathe my name
come shower stars to light the way
to guide me home, grant healing sleep
on bed of cloud, in sky so deep...

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Warning! The doom of childhood approaches!

come, won't you come
take a swim with me
in the crystalline lake of dream
the amnesiatic ambrosia
rinsing away these newly accuired
cares, responsibilities, and stress
a break from carrying the monumental yoke of adulthood
that has replaced the pretend-cape of childhood.
just a short break, take it with me,
let's color, or mold the play-dough of sunny memories
between our newly-"mature" hands.
let the crayons of nostalgia rub against the
construction-paper of still bright youth,
presenting a picture of things that were, happiness,
innocence, with things that are coming, satisfation, responsibility,
and a new bliss completely bleached of all naivite.
Ahhh, what a break that was, a fresh waft of our lives' springs,
quickly dissappearing to be replaced be the dawning summer.
thank you for your company!
now, back to growing up...

cause it's time for a new song!

don't get too close
you might get burned
just hide within
the lies you've learned
stay safe within illusion sound
don't try to see,
to break new ground

though truth can hurt,
while it can scare
you know it's best,
though it can tear
to see the truth
within your soul
can shred your mind
or leave you whole

accept what's there
or make a change
it's up to you
how life's arranged
but only when
you know what's true
can you be free
to love what's you

so ditch the coward
leave the mask
desert the throng
the hiding mass
accept yourself
and be what's right
acceptence only in your sight
is all for which you
need fight

chorus
Let thunder roar
let lightning flash
if you think you see
it's just the mask
it's hard for anyone to be
the them they want for world to see
but if the masks and lies were gone
it be easier to leave them off

Sunday, July 15, 2007

I missed writing poems

Separated together

Together
Heartbeats synchronized
thoughts mingle
blood pounds and boils
together, we feel

Separated
Face to face
brushing hands, hugs
comfort in person
impossible

Together
phoned voices, laughter
crying, silence,
new esperience, life
shared through tech-transported sound

Separated
swinging, singing, talking
in person, next to each other
chasing, teasing, helping, carrying
impossible

Together
written love,
doodled experience
sealed off glimpses of life
delivered by urban hermes'

Together
highs, lows,
sobs and giggles
we hold hands
despite hundreds of miles
between, we will always be
together

Monday, April 23, 2007

(insert maniacal laughter here)

TREMBLE PUNY MORTALS!!!!! FOR I AM LICENSED TO DRIVE!!! (I know, it's not as intimidating as license to kill, but it's still very impowering) Prettry much, despite the lack of rememberances and lame gifts, this was pretty much the best b-day ever (yes it's my birthday. See, you forgot too!) just because I got my license, ONE YEAR AFTER i SHOULD HAVE. In case you can't pick up on it through my inadequate attempts to express it, I was REALLY sick of being a license-less junior. And I got a man bag. I LOVE YOU ALL!

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

It's a song...Dig it!

Pretty much it's a song, so some of the lines depend on rhythm to fit the scheme. I wrote it, and it made me wish I could play the guitar just so I could sing it. You will all probably think it's more emo-chris-writing, but I DON'T CARE CAUSE I'M NOT! that's all. I hope you like it, but if you don't, I don't care cause I do, and in the world of art, the artist's opinion this the final word. at least in his world.

(chorus)
let the mist take me
take me away
to far off lost place
and I'll laugh all the way
let it carry me, bury me,
grant me new life
with a smile for my ticket to dream...

Normalcy eats at the wings of my soul
Apathy binds me and deepens my hole
And imprisoned by infinite worries and care
I weep hollow tears as the world strips me bare...

Chorus

In fevered despair my heart
whispers a scream,
desperate to flee from this death.
In answer it comes, blessed
mist made of dreams
and ehals my heart with it's breath

Chorus

And I'm gone...I escape...
on a journey of dream, joy and light...
I escape...and I've found...
I can fly

(new chorus)
Let the mist take me
and carry me home
to the dream now my truth
with a light of my own
let it heal me, reveal me
and bring me to life
The dream now my ticket to be...

Monday, February 05, 2007

The Key

I am a box, filling up
with worries, fears, and
heartache. I am locked,
Isolated, alone with myself,
unable to open and let go
of the caustic emotions and
thoughts. You come, the key,
and unlock me with a radiant
smile. With a sheltering
embrace you open the box,
and your friendship burns off the
acidic pond of self doubt,
loneliness, and sorrow. In
their place you leave comfort,
warm thoughts and truths,
and with a golden laugh you
vaporize the lock, leaving me
comforted, open, filled with
love, joy, no longer alone
and never again to be left
in solitude.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Explanation

I imagine that my last post raised some questions, so here's the story that explains it. Every other Friday I have to turn in 10 news questions for my social studies class. I, being the scatterbrained geek that I am, totally spaced out about them, and promptly remembered about them right before lunch. Unfortunately, the computer lab is not open during lunch, so I used a computer in the library. Strangely enough, the computers in the library don't have a convenient word-processing program, so I typed up my questions and published them on my blog, and then printed them. I ended up coping them down by hand, after realizing halfway through math that she might accuse me of just printing random question from a random blog. I planned to delete them after school (as in right now) but now I think i'll let them stay, typos, bad grammar, and all.

news questions of the day

Q: A woman was found guilty of selling what to the Pepsi company?
A: Coke company secrets (CNN.com)

Q: Scientists recently proved that who was to blam for global warming?
A: Humans (go figure) (CNN.com)

Q: How many people so far have been killed in powerful Florida storms?
A: 14 (cnn.com)

Q: What book is already a bestseller but won't be released for 6 months?
A: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (cnn.com)

Q: A mayor in Georgia recently converted to what religion?
A: Islam (cnn.com)

Q: What major sporting event takes place this Sunday?
A: The Superbowl (ESPN.com)

Q: What show is set to air after the superbowl this Sunday?
A: Criminal Minds (CNN.com)

Q: The seventh Harry Potter book is set to be releases on what date?
A: July 21, 2007 (CNN.COM)

Q: Apple is setting up to release what in June?
A: The iPhone (CNN.COM)

Q: Scientists and doctors are setting up what to be used for health improvement?
A: The Nintendo Wii (Time.com)

Monday, January 22, 2007

Tears

Tears, too long welling up
Tears, unreleased, restrained
by a collar of hope you were
too kind to cut. Tears of fears,
tears of doubt, tears of anxiety,
tears of worry. Bitter tears of
regret, biting tears of despair,
caustic tears pressed from
now-crushed dreams, all
now freely flowing, hope,
sliced away by you, too kind
to leave it wasting there. But
a cut meant to free bit a little too
deep, and while diamond tears
gush from agonized eyes, dark
crimson drops pour from my
soul. Released, the tears must
run their course, cleansing the
wounds torn by your liberating
bluntness, disinfecting them of the
wasted love and hope left to
fester in the lacerations you
had to make so I could let
you go. The tears flow until
I am left hollow, ready to heal,
to carry on with new scars,
and new hopes…

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Snow

The sentinel clouds lumber in,
ominous, grey titans, they roll
untill they encompass us completely.
From all sides, the begin their
gentle barrage, an assualt of soft,
feathery flakes. They descend
with a kiss, not of affection
but of frigid death. The miniscule
wraiths fall from their mother clouds,
strangling out all sound leaving us
stranded, alone in an etherial world,
Nature instilling an unnatural silence.
A soundless scream of nothingness
thunders as crystalline invaders
freefall down, attack, and swallow
the ground, burying the world
beneath a soft, frozen, white
blanket of death. They sedate life,
sending creatures and perennial
plants into a coma of survival for
the duration of the Lord Winter's
reign.

The door

Frozen, I contemplate,
my candle casting out
flickering illumination.
Varnish glistens, wood
grained patterns spiderweb
across its surface, the
rectangular gaurdian of
mystery, unknown. A
brass orb juts from its
middle, a gleaming eye,
staring, mocking, asking,
Do I have the courage to
grasp the ball, to twist, to
push forward and face what
lies beyond the portal? Can
I swing it on its hinges and
expose myself to a yawning
chasm of uncertainty? Where
does it lead? To a warmly lit
chamber, inviting me,
welcoming me, a safe shelter
of peace? To a dungeon of
horrors, cramming my mind
with nightmare, freezing me
with biting chains of doubt
and fear? Perhaps an
unknown world lies behind
this gate, waiting for me
to push forward and discover it.
Wait, I think I might know...
If I open this door, I will find
you, another soul like me,
sitting alone, candlelight wavering,
wondering what waits on the
other side of your door,
gathering the nerve to
investigate, to thrust open
your barrier, and confront
what lies beyond. We sit,
alone,each on their side,
waiting, struggling,
the candle burns down...

Friday, January 05, 2007

Why do I suck so bad at life?

I stand against the wall,
not a flower,
an invisible stain on the paint.

Invisible I watch you,
the true flower,
opening you blooms
and showering everyone around you
with your radiance.

I, a mere shadow,
stay back, contentedly
basking in the beautiful
light you give off.
Not a coward.

But a pacifistic admirer
a seed sitting on the rocks
still putting out tender shoots
preparing to break past the
crust of earth, my roof
to my safe zone.

As your beauty and confidence
nourish me, letting me prepare
to expose myself, to take the
plunge into maybe, to go up
and ask my greatest wish,
it ends.

Too late. Too late.
The dances are done,
leaving me in the muck
of my hesitation,
denied my innocent desire:
one dance. One dance
alone with you. Too late.

Too late, my tender roots
shrivel, the seed dries up
and I am once again
waiting. Waiting for the right time
to cast up my own stalk,
and to reveal my own face.

Face you, take the risk.
Let you choose whether
to share your glory with
me for one song, or
to burn me down with your
blazing smile, and scalding
refusal.

Too late, and all I
can do now,
is wait.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Kite

Each day I try to fly it
cast it up to catch the wind.
Each day it rises, a splash of color
against a monochrome canvas,
a plain sky.

As I fly my kite, you come.
You cut the string and send my
hope into a deranged frenzy,
bent on a Kamikaze mission
to the earth. It crashes and dies,
demoted to shards and splintered fragments
of a painting that was, and I,
I drag my way home through a haze
of tears, and sink into a coma of
apathy.

And when the new dawn
gently lifts me from my slumber
I find it waiting there, reborn,
string mended, and shards now
magically reassembled, whole.
Daring me to fly a kite
once more