I hope you find this blog is worth the time it takes to read it. I won't be posting the same thing every day, but i do want to post SOMETHING every day. The reason I have started writing again is because I find it to be much more healthy and positive than succombing to my addiction again. So here goes nothing! For this first post i'll leave you with a "monologue" that i wrote for theatre class 3+ years ago. I think its pretty good. Feel free to edit and comment!
“I calls it the Black Snake Moan”
The lyrics of the song made a home in my brain,
as my eyes visited the pages of my school book.
Alas the visit was over,
time for the next trip,
to my organizer and chaos of my mind.
Chaos is a simple word
for the smorgasbord of
thoughts, images, and sound-bites that reside
forever in the crevices of my mental cave.
The lyrics of the song made a home in my brain,
as my eyes visited the pages of my school book.
Alas the visit was over,
time for the next trip,
to my organizer and chaos of my mind.
Chaos is a simple word
for the smorgasbord of
thoughts, images, and sound-bites that reside
forever in the crevices of my mental cave.
A greeting drags me out of my sea
of thoughts and onto the solid,
yet shifty ground of communication.
Sounds swimming back and forth,
I laugh,
she laughs,
and brilliance shines from our smiles.
A moment is all I need,
a moment I escape.
Life is just a pattern of escapes.
I escape from
people
work
thoughts
the wild and rambunctious insanity
that this world provides daily.
Beep Beep Beep
Smokes me out of my thought-filled abyss.
Time for class.
I gather my thoughts and my books
and shuffle on to my next escape.
“I… I’m still alive.”
Word.
of thoughts and onto the solid,
yet shifty ground of communication.
Sounds swimming back and forth,
I laugh,
she laughs,
and brilliance shines from our smiles.
A moment is all I need,
a moment I escape.
Life is just a pattern of escapes.
I escape from
people
work
thoughts
the wild and rambunctious insanity
that this world provides daily.
Beep Beep Beep
Smokes me out of my thought-filled abyss.
Time for class.
I gather my thoughts and my books
and shuffle on to my next escape.
“I… I’m still alive.”
Word.
"Catch ya on the Flip flop, LATER!"
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