"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Upside Down - a fictional story about a guy who finds himself torn between the present time and past memories of a deceased lover. Will her memories keep him from the point of no return? She can only hope so. I give to you my first short film. A fictional script of heartfelt words spoken …
I have always admired good direction, writing, and cinematography when it comes to movies. Even while studying certain directors and writers, whether they are established, discovering themselves, or brand new, I feel like visual art can touch the viewer in many ways and leave a long lasting impression. Anyone can put words or paint on …
My readers, how I have missed you over the course of the past month! People occasionally ask me 'what is writing to you', and I find myself sticking to the same analogy, a descriptive analysis that I will probably attach myself to until I am no more. Writing, to me, is compared to that first …
Remember when you scraped your knee as a kid? Hit the 'not so funny' bone on your elbow as an adolescent? Delivered a paper cut to your finger as an adult? Had your heart broken, like blind sided shattered, not the type of break when you keep taking back the same waste of time that …
Are you scared to read me? To undress me with your e y e s with each word your brain scans, slowly pinching your f i numb g e r in between your t e electric t h, kneecaps clinched but h e always r t open? . (Life gets harder - the up,) (down, …
This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere else to turn to. The people who have three figures or less in their savings account, much less checking. The people who see more light …
My right knee caps been hurtin all duh time now,and I’ve had a sore throat fer almost two months.Sum days, I have trouble jus gittin off duh floor.I have tuh roll round like an upside down bug.I have tuh crawl on dem knuckles o’ mine.I have tuh make dem old man sounds.I wanna git my …
I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to forget her or her me, but I know I will fail so what am I to do except breathe and curse the air that continues …
Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body between the world and the unwashed sheets of the paper bed that I call my journal? Is this where I can sincerely share my thoughts …
Life has me, well, somewhat frayed. No fault to my family. No fault to my friends. No fault to myself, if we're being honest. It's 'its' fault for the way I feel. I feel like a shy stray dog that has been twice abandoned on the side of the road, hungry, visible rib cage, tired, …
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