Stage fright

this piece was written shortly after 'vivid dreams of the longing' i went for the theatrical and dramatic with this one. 

the stage 

My heart pulses, synchronized to selfish agony,

Hollow despair writes the melody To my implosion, the soundtrack to my life.

Each line imbedded in my past disappointments, a lyrical massacre.

i take the stage, looking to find only shadows,

applauding my demise as they beg for an encore. The blackened crescendo draws my act to a close,

My final bow draped in sadness as the curtain seals my fate, a life sworn to failure, a life I lead 

I got a feeling....

yes maybe the title of this post was a black eyed peas reference... looks like i ran out of witty titles..
this piece is one of my few short stories, if you can call it that. its a piece all about the pros and cons of love and emotion


Feel

In life we feel many emotions,

From the simple joy of looking at a star lit night sky to a laugh shared among friends.

Everyone feels. But there comes a time where you meet someone, someone who makes those feelings more powerful.

 Who with a smile can make your heart sore among the clouds, someone who makes life seem perfect yet real.

 But what if these feelings fall of def ears? You give your heart only for it to be given back. What do you do then?.

The perfect world of your hearts disire does not come to furistion. The happiness turns to tears with every memory. 

What if you had your time back again? What would you change? Judgement is blinded by passion as your heart aches. 

Maybe there's a second chance somewhere.

You seem to be shrouded by a black cloud until, one day, the emotional storm passes and your ready to love again.

 Everyone feels but it's those who make us feel weather high or low that make life worth while.

A short story

this is a short story i wrote off an idea ive had for a few years. written in early 2010, its one of my only short stories to date.


I’m taking the long walk where every step feels like a mile, where the only one who walks beside me is my shadow. I’m about to step into the fire not knowing if I’ll leave the same man. The cage door slams behind me as I enter my steel prison. The doubt, the nerves run through my mind but not once do my eyes leave my opponents gaze. I can smell his fear and he smells mine. Or faces show no emotion for once that bell rings, all that was human about us would have vanished. The bell sounds and the desire to win now drives my every move. We exchange punches. With each blow we land, our fire burns brighter. My hunger for victory heightens. I land a punch that sent my opponent crashing to the floor. My chance is now. I throw punches like bombs with each one hitting the mark. For that moment time stopped. The crowd was in black and white. I turn my head and gaze apon a little girl. Sadness marked on her face and tears in her eyes. I try to stop my onslaught but it’s too late. “Daddy!!” The little girl screamed. I won the fight but at what cost? Did my thirst for victory consume me? After all what good is a win when you lose your humanity in the process. I sat in the locker room looking at my swollen scraped knuckles. All I could see was that little girls face. I didn’t just hurt her father, i hurt her even more.