RUN.
To escape the world or find it.
RUN.
From failure and to success.
RUN.
From strife and into denial.
RUN.
To inspire and influence.
RUN.
To prove what i am made of.
RUN.
And point back to where i've come from.
RUN.
For no good reason at all.
STOP.
And fall back into all that i've finished half way.
ADMIT.
That my dreams make up what i am.
ACCEPT.
That my words define me and my actions contradict my values.
FAIL.
Yup, just fail, that i can be good at.
Catch up, Start over. In Omnia Paratus.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Poem 1: I Remember....
I Remember Marc Direnzo. I Remember My Katie Doll I Used To Take Everywhere I Went. I Remember Tin Foil Hearts Made Out Of Lunch Sandwiches. I Remember My Talking Tree. I Remember Mud Puddles. I Remember Late Nighters. I Remember My First Training Bra. I Remember Denying I was Christian Because I Didn’t Know What It Meant. I Remember Tree Forts.
I Remember Growing Up.
I Remember My Uncles Tramp, where I learned all that grown-ups knew. I Remember Pain. I Remember Pain From Pressure. I Remember Pain From Pressure To Go The Last 100 M. I Remember Pressure To Fail. I Remember Proving Them All Wrong. I Remember Jesse Wilkinson. I Remember Hurting Him. I Remember Pretending To Be Brave. I Remember My Dreams. I Remember Giving Up. I Remember Picking Myself Back Up. I Remember Deciding To Be Independent.
I’ll Remember What I’d Soon Forget.
I Remember Growing Up.
I Remember My Uncles Tramp, where I learned all that grown-ups knew. I Remember Pain. I Remember Pain From Pressure. I Remember Pain From Pressure To Go The Last 100 M. I Remember Pressure To Fail. I Remember Proving Them All Wrong. I Remember Jesse Wilkinson. I Remember Hurting Him. I Remember Pretending To Be Brave. I Remember My Dreams. I Remember Giving Up. I Remember Picking Myself Back Up. I Remember Deciding To Be Independent.
I’ll Remember What I’d Soon Forget.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Journal entry (Stream of Consciousness) #5
Memories. Please don’t let my mind wander to something embarrassing. Trek. That’s good. Sore. Wet. Cold. Wow why did I think this was good? Hole in my tent. Got a fat lip. Kissing. Ha those shouldn’t be connected. Jumping on new train of thought. Running. Broken toe. Limping, kicking the wall. Richard. Drama. Ex boyfriends. Bad reputation. Must remove self from influence. Losing house. Moving again. 23 or 4th time? Losing count. Strength. Weakness. Give up. Press forward. In Omnia Paratus. Be Tough. Hard working. My Farm. Building a fence. Hot days, swimming. California. Beach. Casey. I date my brother’s best friends. Bad or convenient? Boys ugh distractions. Gotta focus on School. College. Career. Leave impression. Make a difference.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Impluse 2
Menu: What did you say your name was?
Non M: I didn’t. Don’t worry about it just keep reading the menu.
Menu: I don’t want to be apart of this.
Non M: you already are.
Menu: No, no im not. Who is keeping me from just getting up and walking out?
Non M: see that man in the trench coat, not yet sitting at a table.?
Menu: yes
Non M: He is. Stand up and see if im bluffing.
Menu: okay fine what do you want from me?
Non M: I want you to decide if you want an omelet or toast and then wave down the waitress.
Menu: (Signaling the waitress) I’ll have an egg white vegetarian omelet and he’ll have…..
Non M: black coffee, nothing more thank you.
Menu: Now explain, I refuse to go along with this, I will not be manipulated.
Non M: then walk, walk now to the door and see who stops you, but I will warn you, if you do you will not make it past the threshold of the door and all these innocent people will die.
Non M : will you be manipulated now?
Menu: tell me what to do.
Non M: On my cue you will excuse yourself to the bathroom, upon getting there climb out the window and there will be a black Cadillac just around the corner. Get in.
Menu: How can I trust you?
Non M: You can’t but you don’t have an option.
Non M: GO! Now!
Non M: I didn’t. Don’t worry about it just keep reading the menu.
Menu: I don’t want to be apart of this.
Non M: you already are.
Menu: No, no im not. Who is keeping me from just getting up and walking out?
Non M: see that man in the trench coat, not yet sitting at a table.?
Menu: yes
Non M: He is. Stand up and see if im bluffing.
Menu: okay fine what do you want from me?
Non M: I want you to decide if you want an omelet or toast and then wave down the waitress.
Menu: (Signaling the waitress) I’ll have an egg white vegetarian omelet and he’ll have…..
Non M: black coffee, nothing more thank you.
Menu: Now explain, I refuse to go along with this, I will not be manipulated.
Non M: then walk, walk now to the door and see who stops you, but I will warn you, if you do you will not make it past the threshold of the door and all these innocent people will die.
Non M : will you be manipulated now?
Menu: tell me what to do.
Non M: On my cue you will excuse yourself to the bathroom, upon getting there climb out the window and there will be a black Cadillac just around the corner. Get in.
Menu: How can I trust you?
Non M: You can’t but you don’t have an option.
Non M: GO! Now!
Sketch
Jogging, no running, no now sprinting, he was closing in, the cold night air burned her lunges as she raced across the parking lot. Her panicked thoughts consumed her. “This cannot be happening. Not to me. Not now. ” “ How did he find me again?”
A storm was rolling in, Dark heavy clouds hung low on the lamp posts blocking out what little light the harvest moon gave off. This is what she’d trained for. 4:20 mile come to use. Step, one two three four, and push, so close to her car but the footsteps were growing louder, how could he be closing in? Sweat trickled down her forehead, dropping her purse she let all loose. She would not be overtaken, her heaving chest begged to differ. Her stride began to shorten, she was loosing precious steam….he grasps on to her flimsy wrist. Its over.
A storm was rolling in, Dark heavy clouds hung low on the lamp posts blocking out what little light the harvest moon gave off. This is what she’d trained for. 4:20 mile come to use. Step, one two three four, and push, so close to her car but the footsteps were growing louder, how could he be closing in? Sweat trickled down her forehead, dropping her purse she let all loose. She would not be overtaken, her heaving chest begged to differ. Her stride began to shorten, she was loosing precious steam….he grasps on to her flimsy wrist. Its over.
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