Dialogue: Happiness by shattered-minds, literature
Literature
Dialogue: Happiness
Dusk. Mark is sat on a bench looking sad. Sam joins him. Both men are wearing suits
Sam: whats wrong?
Mark: ah nothing
Sam: doesnt seem like it
Mark: ......are you happy?
Sam: what?
Mark: are you happy?
Sam: what kinda question is tha-
Mark: just answer me, are you happy?
Sam: well, yeah course I am
Mark: are you?
Sam: whats got into you? yeah I'm happy
Mark: why?
Sam: what?
Mark: why? why are you happy?
Sam: well, I've got a high paid job,I have a big house, a beautiful wife who loves me-
Mark: and that makes you happy?
Sam: well, yeah why?
Mark: I have the same job as you, same salary, I live in the same area. I also have
Looking back,
Its funny how,
I still remember meeting.
Sat across,
From the table,
Where we sat.
And here we are
Severn years wiser
It's a shame
that it's the end
Of an era.
Walk with me,
We'll talk, for the last time
The years we took for granted
The times we used to laugh,
It's the end,
My friend,
Let's talk, for the last time.
It will be,
A funny day,
Complete with mixed emotion,
Shed a tear,
For the leaving,
Say goodbye.
So look at me,
This could be your last chance
It's the shame
That It's the end
Of an era.
Walk with me,
We'll talk, for the last time
The years we took for granted
The times we used to lau
Converse with the dead. by shattered-minds, literature
Literature
Converse with the dead.
Pay respects to the dead
And plant a flower and shed a tear.
Converse one sided
With a voice in your head,
A comfort in imagination.
I'm always thinking of you,
I'll never forget,
The things you said to me,
I'm forever in debt
Repaying you with words,
At your place of rest.
Question Everything by shattered-minds, literature
Literature
Question Everything
Question Everything
The only way to learn about yourself
Is to question who you are
Are you;
Happy?
Sad?
Proud?
Ashamed?
What really were your motives,
When you said that to them?
Have you ever sat down and wondered,
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Why am I doing this?
When will things change?
Even the things you are most sure about
Question it, you could find something new
If I could leave one thing in this world
For people to think about
It would be the two words.
Question Everything…
Ever felt so detached from emotion
When you feel it, it feels forced?
Ever wanted to cry
But couldn't find the tears?
Ever felt so frustrated
You felt destructive?
Ever felt so lost
You want to curl up?
The world continues to spin
And I continue to fall
I stand on the edge of a cliff
Stare down and just wonder,
"what if…?"
Ever waited for darkness
To consume you
So you can feel safe?
Ever felt so awkward being happy
You wonder if its for you?
Ever spent the day thinking
Of ways to escape reality?
Ever wasted a day of your life
And not even cared?
No? then you don't know me
People change like the seasons
No one ever knows why
No one ever sees it coming
Or sees it happen
You only ever notice once its gone
And when you're the one changing
You never really know it
Or admit it to yourself
Everyone else has changed
The hardest things to say
Are the things you mean
They are said in every day life
But never really meant
We're separated by Ims and Pms
Txt and email
That reduce these things to words
And words alone
Send an email to a friend
And tell them you love them
And then try to say the same
in front of their face
We end up saying sorry
To make ourselves feel better
So we can think to ourselves
"I'm not such a nasty person"
We're living in a dampened fantasy
An attempt to protect our ego
Shrouded in gadgets
To make it seem we care
Sometimes I wish the net would crash
And the phone companies ruined
Just as a way to make people co
I am the god of peace
I will lead you into stability
You must remember that all other countries are wrong
And that those who do not agree with us are a potential threat
You must remember that democracy IS the only way
Anyone who thinks differently is a traitor and unpatriotic
We must stand against all threat that don't despise killing
But although in some states we have death row, this does not matter
In order to create peace, we must start wars
Wars with counties that are of no potential threat
And remember
A peaceful world, is a world run by America
What Mystery This Vision... by LaurieDionne, literature
Literature
What Mystery This Vision...
Honey
Do you ever talk to the people in your cab?
Cabbie
Yeah! I usually don't have a lot of time to chat, you know. They have somewhere to be, and when I get them there, whether the conversation's over or not, they're gone.
Honey
What's the most interesting story a fare ever told you?
Cabbie
I don't know. Your boyfriends' story tops the list though.
Honey
I don't have a boyfriend. (They smile at each other.) So what's another good story?
Cabbie
Well, I had this guy earlier this evening. What a guy, three piece suit, leather briefcase with the gold snaps. But what a character...
Man in SUIT gets into back of cab (to be played as i
Current Residence: Uk Favourite genre of music: Pop-punk, punk, post-hardcore Favourite photographer: rainbowblossom :P Favourite style of art: natural photography Operating System: XP MP3 player of choice: PSP Shell of choice: erm...those big fancy ones =P Wallpaper of choice: well in my room its blue.... Skin of choice: didnt really choose..i was born with it Favourite cartoon character: Homer
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dahli
Favourite Movies
I Heart Huckabees
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Green Day
Favourite Writers
Billie Joe Armstrong and/or Ace Enders
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy / Metal Gear Solid
Favourite Gaming Platform
Ps2
Tools of the Trade
My ability to talk bollocks and sound like I know what I'm talking about.
Hello to all. I'm officially pulling the plug on this page. I've not used it in a long time and it's a bit messy, so I'm saving all that I want to keep and deleting the rest. But fear not! As I have a new page; ChrisLanePhotography (https://www.deviantart.com/chrislanephotography) It's a bit bare bones at the moment but things should start to trickle in soon.
I re-wrote Act One so if you're interested check it out. Not a lot changed, after reading back through I realised that there were a few things I didn't like and had to change, nothing majour just things that were said.
Currently working on Act Two. Scene One finished and the plot is starting to take shape.
I've found that although it was suposed to be an analogy, comparing romance to a game of russian roulette, that my focusses have changed on what it is about. I'm more questioning the way we percieve ourselves in relationships and each other. So there is only a small reference to russian roulette that I might cut out, and so change the tit
Ok ive started writing again. Read my Russian Roulette Act One and comment... a fave would be nice too :)
its a short screen play about love i supose, based on my poem of the same name.