xeusalmighty

I know painters paint it, composers play it, actors can act it...but what can writer's do? Well, we can tell it in a story, we can convey it in a play, we can sing it in lyrics, and we can illustrate it in poems. But, for the moment I am not a painter, a composer, an actor, or a writer...but I can explain it the only way I know how... Love is: Frustratingly magnificent while also terribly unique. Confusing and intriguing, and can also leave you weak. Menacingly wonderful if not also specially designed, All emotions put together, but right now they are all mine. Rivaling with a person whom I've never seen before, knowing that no ma

A sunny day in the park.  There is a single bench CENTRE  stage.  GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench.  He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe.  He is reading a newspaper.  Enter PETER from the RIGHT.   He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie.  He is carrying a paper bag.  PETER sits on the bench next to GOD,  setting his bag next to him.  He folds his hands and admires the weather. PETER.  Beautiful weather today. GOD  [focusing on his newspaper].  Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter. GOD  [shaking PETER's hand].  God. [GOD re

It will be easy to forget you... I just can't look to the sky or even remember the sea... I'll just have to stop dreaming and learn how to be alone... I know I'll forget you.. I just can't remember your smile.. your beautiful eyes, your sweet mouth... I can do it, I know I can... I just can't look to anything, I just can't remember, I just can't live... or love... I'll forget how important you are on my life... I'll just have to forget myself...

"Why do you like, dress in black all the time?" "You look like you're going to a funeral." "Why do you wear black?" You look at me like I'm a freak from accross the street, But you're the real freak, FREAK, In fact, Your polo shirt and Capri pants scare the shit out of me, Why do I wear black? I wear black because fuck you, that's why. I wear black because I'm in mourning, I mourn you, Your pathetic existence as another nothing person, I mourn your poor soul, What it could have been and what you turned it into, I mourn the fact that you take directions from glowing boxes, Stapled pieces of paper and radio transmissions, I mour