"scriptwriters" poems
It is an ancient Poet
and he stoppeth me.
“Beware of poetry, my son,
She’s a gold digger.
She’ll chew you up and spit you out,
leave you penniless and lying in a gutter,
drunk on absinthe,
while the rich novelists and scriptwriters
step over you, laughing.”
“Hold off! unhand me, greybeard loon!”
Unheeding, I slunk off to my garret
to compose a villanelle,
heavily derivative of Dylan Thomas.
I only wanted to get girls,
but before I knew it
I was roaming with the Romantics,
bopping with the Beats
and cruising with the Classicists.
Popping some Pope, shooting some Stevie Smith
or hitting up Heaney,
I was hopelessly addicted.
And I never did get the girl.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
Define a full life.
I sleep four-five hours on
Weeknights.
In winter I work in darkness that
Only breaks during mid-day;
With snow blowing sideways,
Finding its stubborn way between
Garments to touch skin
With a thousand needles.
I have one deep scar for every
Week of work.
I've been more cold than warm,
More exhausted than rested,
I've been to death and back; have
Photos of my own heart from
Nearly unsuccessful surgery.
But staying dead was not for me.
With friends and interests like mine,
Heaven held no grounds to hurry.
There is too much music.
Too much wisdom in old eyes, too
Much beauty in brand new ones.
I wake up in a warm bed
Beside a warm woman,
Eat warm food daily. Both my
Parents still live. My brother is
My best friend.
I meet challenge upon challenge
Upon challenge.
Some I win.
But more important than anything:
I laugh. I laugh and laugh
Until my stomach can't move,
And I smile to the skies
With my face still wet from tears
I wouldn't bother to hide
From anyone, saying
*Well played, up there.
Love every scene; every joke; every
Set. The soundtrack is impeccable.
Characters loveable.
Give my best to the scriptwriters.
They crack me up.
Can't wait to see how it ends.
Promise me a
Sequel.*
I'd do it all again.
Define a full
Life.
Then live
It.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
why is it that the zombie can't speak?
why are zombies poor?
why are most vampires rich, educated and always dressed well?
LET'S STRIKE FOR ZOMBIE RIGHTS!
SCRIPTWRITERS AND FILMPRODUCERS HAVE TO MAKE A CHANGE.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
shakespeare once said
“the world is a stage, and we as actors”
but we are not just actors, we
are also the scriptwriters
except things don’t always go as planned:
sometimes we don’t get our happily ever after
and sometimes we find ourselves
in a different dimension altogether where
all you know is pain not because
they decided to rewrite your favourite scene
but because they stole the oxygen from your lungs
as they punch a hole no one else but they can fill
and you are left
gasping for air you can never breathe
as long as they are gone
and you know that you will never be able to breathe again
but it does not stop you from
hoping,
yearning,
wanting
for that one day
when you are in their arms,
and you can finally
breathe again
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
Bringing my
Beautiful girlfriend to watch
My talented brother
Perform on stage
Don't know of
Whom I am the most
Proud
Perhaps
The scriptwriters
That compose my life
The guys at the soundtrack
Department
Deserve an award
Also
Good job, people
I would like to thank
The casting crew as
Well
Female lead this season
Is an adventure of an actor
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC