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A screenplay just developed in my mind...

You know how great that would be? Build the theme around the life of a maid who wants to rap...very nice material!

I loved this! I need to read more of your pieces. I used to write short-fiction and creative non-fiction pieces, I wasn't the biggest fan of writing young adult. I dappled in children's stories, but they are actually pretty difficult to write! Fitting such a big message in little space in a language...

Thanks, saw. Glad you enjoyed it. It's like a vicious cycle, yet the only things that "recycle" are the selfish and bad ideas/choices. Lives in the hands of people no more or less important than the typical civilian. But we certainly don't have our children prepared for when their generation becomes...

the day after the break-up ========================== save the flowery wisdoms for the philosophers and pour me another pint. Those three lines scream Joe. I think you and I share a lot of the same views and philosophies, but express them in our own, unique ways. I think I could pick out your writi...

The happy faces speak while hiding their tongues, spotted like the blue and purple-inflicted hands that are decaying. And as valleys stretch across these poked and prodded hands, they hold on to mine, warning me to turn a deaf ear to those happy faces. I never knew my hands could be colder than the ...

Reminds me of Buddhist doctrine. Our actions and desires add links to the never-ending chain of cause and effect. When we strive to end this cycle, we make the infinite even longer still. Only by embracing the path of non-being can one hope to attain this "unconditioned state." Of course, hope is a...

"laced with slight melancholy" that is not something to cover up, with now some attempt at positive sounding. . It's not really how I see things, it's how I feel them and the melancholy comes from the understanding of the unfortunate way some things can be, but since I'm not the type of person to l...

the one eyed jack winks at the joker they hang out at a tavern called The Confession Booth the priest is the bar tender and he serves a great bloody mother Mary there's another favorite called Psychoanalysis another drink less popular called John Wayne is a Nazi Micky Finnegan's Wake is the special...

[quote="constantine"] i was young, things got out of hand, a victim of some sort of generational glitch a behavioral loop that feeds upon itself with no outlet, no release and nobody was watching no signals or warnings, no signs posted, just do it, squelch it, forget about it and then do it again in...

In Mid-April, as the sun lays to rest the rainy, tropical morning, I sat on the old wooden banister overlooking the lively parking lot. Sitting on last month's layer of pollen and today's polluted rain, the wind threatened my balance. This wind, created by decades of lies, closed eyes, missing goodb...

Thank you. I love this website so far. Over the years I've realized that most of my pieces are laced with slight melancholy, but end in hope and determination. I believe that's how things should be.

This is a very sensual piece. Beautiful, yet eerie all at once with so much melancholy with a whisper of hope, reminiscence, and settlement for the future. Absolutely beautiful.

This is part 2 of "when love is lost and even the birds think you're an asshole." If you wanna read the first part, it can be found here: http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=18163&sid=ba3b1ea58385f5974552570130d2b43d I knew living with my parents again was going to be an insufferable si...

"brave enough to sing" Pow erful words Delight ful words. No thought necessary with this much heart, i'd say. REEEEE lly enjoyed reading this and I also like your name. H 8) Thanks! "Sarong Song" is a nickname of mine because when I'm not working, I'm typically in a sarong--and I have blue eyes. Bu...

good poem, I'm wondering though, is this part of other poems, I'm trying to see through your eyes, I always try to look through the poet's eyes, mine and yours, as a poem like this one took a lot of thought, did it not? You're correct, this was actually two poems I put together. The first two lines...