Here's somthing that axeslinger and I wrote a few days ago. I think it's quite interesting how it turned out. Not like anything I've ever done, that's for sure. But that's the way I like it.
We never did give it a title though. Oh well . . .
Check it out:
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Untitled:
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*Chirping*
He wakes up early. He hears the birds singing, and the sun pours in through the windows. He rubs his tired eyes, and gets out of his bed. Yesterday, though it’s gone, is still today for him. Sometimes he wishes he were brighter. It seems he’s always making trouble for himself. How could he pretend he didn’t love her? When waking up alone hurts like this . . .
In and out;
Back and forth his mind wanders.
*Silence*
He can't hear the birds, through the windows anymore. His head is playing it's own song; throbbing with percussion. The conductor of this symphony, only drowned his feelings for a moment. Now all he thinks about is her. He lied to himself; he lied to her so much. But she’s everything, that he could ever want . . .
Back and forth, over everything;
He wonders . . .
*Sniffling*
Pacing back and forth, his eyes alive with tears. Struggling, to find some peace of mind. He thinks about the promises he made when she was here, and wonders why he gave in to his fear. Was it really so frightening to allow her in his life? Or was he scared to let her go? Was he so sure that she would leave him? He’s been thinking lately, that he might never know . . .
He wonders:
Will he always be alone?
*Sitting down; resting his face in his hands*
He knows he made a choice; he knows he'll have to live with it. Regretting only seems to make it worse. He asks himself now… how could he have let it go this far? [He never really learned from his mistakes] He starts to think it's not his fault; that fate has dealt these cards. But burning deep inside him; he knows what’s in his heart . . .
He’ll always be alone . . .
. . .
He knows that now.
He knows she won’t forgive him after this . . .
*Reaching for the phone, the image drifts away . . .*
[Ringing]
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“Hello?”. . . . . . . .
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“Hello?”. . . . . . .
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Music coming soon, thanks to phantasmagoria . . .
*Edit*
OK - What the hell, here's a few songs too:
Picture Perfect:
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Sour tang of urine,
Bites the nostrils.
Shit stained alabaster floor;
Dishes shattered...
You thought,
You’d gain,
A sym-pathetic glance.
. . .
Like it really mattered.
What I’ve got,
You want,
. . .
A whole lot more.
Sweat slipping into the seems.
Blood pumping furiously,
Through worn elastic veins . . .
I’m a thousand pounds;
A thousand feet tall . . .
And insects,
Like you,
Don’t mean anything at all.
[Festering]
[In my own filth]
[And ugly]
[. . .]
[And so very hungry]
[. . .]
[But you’ll help me]
[. . .]
[Feed me]
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Spiritual War:
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Dragging my heels,
But pushed into a corner none the less.
I’m displeased, and dissatisfied.
With everyone, and everything,
And every other something out there...
I know who I am and how I feel;
I know the deepest darkest secrets,
That lie patiently in hiding.
Waiting for each, and every man,
At the boundary of his brief lifetime.
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And I can’t hold it this in; not anymore...
I won’t hide these feelings; not anymore...
I must try; must fight,
And win this spiritual war...
So I don’t have to hide;
So I won’t have to hide my face...
...
...
...
...Anymore...
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Dragging my heels,
But pushed into a corner none the less.
A dissident, labeled distant;
Compared to everyone and everything,
And every other something, out there...
I know who you are, and how you feel.
I know the deepest darkest secrets,
You think patiently, you’re hiding....
Weighing down each and every man,
Throughout the extent, of his brief lifetime...
Weighing you down . . .
Dragging YOU down . . .
Dragging your heels . . .
. . .
But pushed into a corner none the less.