Scattered Poetry by spoonthesockmonkey, literature
Literature
Scattered Poetry
The twisted turns of your metal mind,
won't determine who we are inside,
we will not live to fit a standard,
whether me with lies or candor.
We are not created from the fantasies you have, we are not what the planet would burn passion for, we may be hated, loved, or tossed out, but we are our own breed of self, we cannot be defined, attempts to cage us will only end in twisted metal, we are not cookie-cutter fill-ins, we are ourselves, we will not hit your pre-measured moral marks.
The stars sound like wind chimes,
I look at you, your eyes greener than the waves at our feet.
Stars above trees, pointed, green,
blue river below,
life between,
Tattered princess, tattered dress,
rips and wounds does she posses,
with empty eyes she sees her face,
a lonely pond, her thoughts erase,
rust red rivers wander skin,
showing where the blade has been,
but, tattered princess, don't give up,
you shining knight will sure show up,
but be wary of the knight you see,
a frog may your brave prince still be.
A broken stream of lamp light shines short upon the gray-hatted man.
Fog waves by him as he whispers sweet melodies off-key.
"The final end, dry empty stream, wish only once, for another dream."
Mumble melody dances like children, only the children wear masks of thorns.
They prick and poke you as you realize the door opens but a single way.
Bars keep not the animals out, but rather out inside.
Bars.
Bars created from skulls of sewer rats and thrown together with the pain of the sick.
To keep you eternally enclosed, unless you open your eyes.
But then you see the gray-hatted man and his black eyes swallow you whole.
His melody lulls you into a
Medication
By
Serenity Rowland
(At Rise: STEVEN is onstage staring in the direction of the audience as if he is looking into a mirror. STEVEN is a nervous character who becomes more fidgety throughout the play. When upset he closes his eyes tightly and balls up his fists. He is very pale with very dark brown eyes, which look almost black. There is nothing onstage except a sink in front of STEVEN. He has obviously just awoken and stumbled into the bathroom.)
SCENE ONE:
(STEVEN suddenly realizes something and takes a pill bottle out of a drawer in the sink. He counts out two pills and takes them. He swallows, looks at the mirror, and sigh
Scattered Poetry by spoonthesockmonkey, literature
Literature
Scattered Poetry
The twisted turns of your metal mind,
won't determine who we are inside,
we will not live to fit a standard,
whether me with lies or candor.
We are not created from the fantasies you have, we are not what the planet would burn passion for, we may be hated, loved, or tossed out, but we are our own breed of self, we cannot be defined, attempts to cage us will only end in twisted metal, we are not cookie-cutter fill-ins, we are ourselves, we will not hit your pre-measured moral marks.
The stars sound like wind chimes,
I look at you, your eyes greener than the waves at our feet.
Stars above trees, pointed, green,
blue river below,
life between,
Tattered princess, tattered dress,
rips and wounds does she posses,
with empty eyes she sees her face,
a lonely pond, her thoughts erase,
rust red rivers wander skin,
showing where the blade has been,
but, tattered princess, don't give up,
you shining knight will sure show up,
but be wary of the knight you see,
a frog may your brave prince still be.
A broken stream of lamp light shines short upon the gray-hatted man.
Fog waves by him as he whispers sweet melodies off-key.
"The final end, dry empty stream, wish only once, for another dream."
Mumble melody dances like children, only the children wear masks of thorns.
They prick and poke you as you realize the door opens but a single way.
Bars keep not the animals out, but rather out inside.
Bars.
Bars created from skulls of sewer rats and thrown together with the pain of the sick.
To keep you eternally enclosed, unless you open your eyes.
But then you see the gray-hatted man and his black eyes swallow you whole.
His melody lulls you into a
Medication
By
Serenity Rowland
(At Rise: STEVEN is onstage staring in the direction of the audience as if he is looking into a mirror. STEVEN is a nervous character who becomes more fidgety throughout the play. When upset he closes his eyes tightly and balls up his fists. He is very pale with very dark brown eyes, which look almost black. There is nothing onstage except a sink in front of STEVEN. He has obviously just awoken and stumbled into the bathroom.)
SCENE ONE:
(STEVEN suddenly realizes something and takes a pill bottle out of a drawer in the sink. He counts out two pills and takes them. He swallows, looks at the mirror, and sigh
A quiet rustle of fabric very late at night in Angun was nothing to be noticed. Or at least Arvin Zarik hoped so. As his bag caught on the edges of the house, he silently swore to himself and checked to see if anyone in the home had awoken. No. No one. Not one of his twelve siblings or his mother would know that he had gone to be Taken. Not until morning. He whispered, "I will not fail you." before turning to the doorway and exiting. Brushing his tangled brown hair from his eyes he looked silently out at his village. He spotted the Mountain in the distance and started toward it.
Bowing his head low and whispering "I will not fail. You can ha
Society is ugly.
Not you.
Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Scale.
Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.
The girl you see
In the mirror is
Perfect
Just the way she is
Now.
Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Expectations.
Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.
Remember this:
Society is ugly.
Not you.