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Simon Woodstock Jul 2015
I've fallen in love with 90's cinema
Where movies looked real and not too HD
The nostalgia of being taken back to that time
Is more then divine
scenes were not CGI
and the make up was not over the top
the message uncensored  
whether offensive or not the movie won't stop
and you see the times how they've changed from uncompromising film making to watered down plots with only stunts to amaze
From reflecting after a movie to not thinking at all
I'm just reflecting that's all
Movies from the 90'***** me they don't feel like movies they speak to me in a different way then the movies today and just older movies in general It's just so different now
sage short Jun 2015
Her name was Mystery
She loved poetry, so I thought I’d write her some

Hangnails always lived on the sides of her thumbs
The same thumbs she used to type up her future book ideas with

Music flowed through her body like waves in the ocean

She fell in love with characters she’ll never meet
But she had so much hope

Optimistic, she was

She danced with the hillsides of mountains
And taught me about aliens

She swore she was from Elsewhere
I guess Mystery is trapped inside a fake reality
A world she created herself

Mystery loved movies
She told me she wanted to be in some, one day
But I told her she didn’t need to be fictional
And she said
“Maybe I already am”
Pluck Jun 2015
Movies. Shows. Clips.
I stare into screens that take me away.
My mind lapses & my mind begins to play.
Every day a screen steals my time.
A robber of thoughts, theft of the mind.
Perri Jun 2015
I hate
that I live
vicariously through
characters
who fall in love
for the first time
in movies.

So innocent, so naive, so pure.
Utter curiosity.
I remember it all too well,
never to experience such a sensation again.

So I am going to continue
to live
vicariously through
characters first love
in movies
so I can
bring that feeling back,
for a split second,
even if it is faulty.
Violet Blue May 2015
Me: take me with yous hahaha jk
Him: yeah sure haha :)
Me: oh yay :p
Him: yay


Movies yay :) :)
it's all so much brighter on the big screen: smoother, prettier, better

they look at each other with twilight in their eyes and a sparkle in their smile, making our worn out eyes and dull teeth look like a joke in comparison

they fight over the little things but in the end he comes back to her and she realizes her mistakes, they aren't stubborn like us, he isn't as resilient and i'm not as carefree

when i see them i realize the fault in our own love, when i see them i don't see any shattered glass or fragments of organs that used to be in you but were squeezed out because of how densely crushing your last love was

i don't see the drops of imaginary red dripping from their chests and suddenly it all makes sense

it works on the tv screen because they aren't broken like us
they don't cry themselves to sleep, they don't hold on to the past tighter than they hold on to themselves
they're characters and they're lines, they're stage directions and sure he may look at her in a way i only dream to be looked at but your brown eyes and worried brow are something i wouldn't trade in for a second

at the end of the day those are the movies and this is reality and when the lights turn back on i'm back to square one

no gleaming eyes, no defied gratitude, just me and you
realized this while at a friends house today
Francie Lynch May 2015
When I close my eyes
I've an IMAX silver screen;
My projection room is stacked
With reels of a re-run dream.

I'm typecast as leading man,
You're the starlet, so it seems.
Today I'm screening tragedy,
That I played like comedy.

Two reels have played,
I'll need three,
To disuade me playing a parody.

I'll need to re-write,
And a location set;
I haven't run
The credits yet.

You protested the direction;
The hero fades out with rejection.
It's a cliff-hanger.
Will the girl return
A fallen damsel?
A chastised angel?
A spiteful devil?
I'm lying waiting
To dream the sequel.
Jaderbug dreams Apr 2015
He came into my life at a summer camp that felt like a prison.
We didn't know each other then; but we do now.
During the first few weeks that fate brought him into my life were the best I've had so far.
We were so deep, so exciting, so vulnerable.
We knew each other more in those few weeks than most married couples know in nine years...

I went back to Colorado, he went back to Oklahoma.
We never left each other really...
Late night phone calls and video chats.
Text messages and snapchats.
We were together even when we were apart.

Then that day changed everything.
That horribly wonderful day...
Those three words people long to hear spilt from his mouth.
I rejected them.
We still talked, yet not like we used to.

Months went by and I realized that I needed that crazy boy in my life.
I flew to him, his presence near my body made me tingle.
Cuddles and snuggles came and went.
I was just about to repeat the three words he once spoke to me when there was a knocking at the door.
There she stood, looking like a goddess...

He stuttered trying to introduce us.
The best friend to the girlfriend.
I was mortified.
I was crushed.
He could see the pain in my eyes and returned the look.
She could care less for the sad atmosphere we gave off.
The next two days were nothing but her.
Then it was time for me to leave.

Another two months went pass.
He called one day crying.
I tried to comfort him even when these tears gave me joy.
She was gone, that I knew.
What I would do, I didn't.
Comforting him as best I could, he stopped crying and started laughing.

I knew my time to tell him was near.
Time stopped when he called.
Midnight chats turned into midnight slurs when I dozed off.
He thought I couldn't hear him when he said the words that make my heart jump.

The next day he called again and again.
Confused I called back in a panic.
Come get me from the airport he said.
I went and brought him back.
A movie marathon was needed when we arrived.
Anchorman was the first choice.
Him in boxers, I in yoga pants cuddling on the bed.
Laughing at the words said.
He dozed off, I mindlessly said those three words in a whisper.
He answered them with the same.

Surprised I looked at the beautiful man laying next to me.
He said them again yet louder and while looking into my eyes.
A spark, a fire, burning inside took over and finally our lips met after all these years.
Marquis Hardy Apr 2015
Maybe I've seen the Notebook too many times, but the concept of 'If You're A Bird, I'm A Bird' keeps growing exceedingly less absurd.
And ever since I saw A Walk to Remember I've always wanted to name a star after you so there would be two of you, and so I wouldn't have to share the original with the world.
Or was it so you could see the light in you that I see everyday and not only at night?
Alas, I can't seem to remember, but I'm certain it was both.
I've never been in a warzone outisde of my own life, but you've saved me from more harm than any bomb or rifle could inflict so I am indeed The Lucky One.
Whether sitting in silence or drowning in chaotic clamor I remember the first time you sang to me, and I recall my smiling like a fool
Let it be known that albeit I'm not actively seeking death, if it may find me I hope for that to be my Last Song.
Oh, and my darling
let your suspicions now come to light,
for  I indeed have always had an ulterior motive in loving you-
in you loving me.
That is for our love to create a Safe Haven to return to when the world has seemed to drain us of the hope we awoke with.
And yes my love,
I indeed am a bird if that is what you are as well,
but in tandem do I vow to be your Guardian on this Walk to Remember through This Bending Road of life.
It was almost 6AM and I had not been asleep yet and had an urge to write something fun, meaningful and light. Thus this work was created! It is a piece using book titles from the romantic mastermind Nicholas Sparks! Cool huh? Haha enjoy, my friends.
Titles used:
The Notebook
The Last Song
Safe Haven
The Lucky One
A Bend in the Road
A Walk To Remember
The Guardian
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