Write about a place.

Setting. 

Write about a place.

(Authors use descriptive words to describe a place. e.g. The bricks are brown and his fork was silverish. Setting is an important part of a short story)

It's been three weeks since you last called. douche bag. 

Yeah I'll keep this forever!! Yeah! Lets be facebook freinds!

Maybe it was silly of me to think you were being honest or that we might be best freinds. 

What am I doing here?

I'm not in Paris. 

What happens to a dream differed? Does it shrivel in the sun?

I don't like this place I'm in. It's foreign and different from where I should be. I don't like the icecream and I don't like the TV. 

What happened to Paris?

Paris, where everyday hearts swell, dancing was easy and you only ate things that were good for you. Where inspiration was all around and souls wrapped themselves in the moment and voices were heard. 

What happened to Rachel Barry?

 "Do you have a Facebook? a Twitter? Any favorite shows? 

Well I don't. It is EXHAUSTING being me." 

What happened to her?

Where every second of her day was spend devoted to her dream. 

For the past 3 years all she has talked about was "Dreams""Shine""Broadway""Dreams""Streisand""Broadway""Barbara""Star""Dreams" She woke up at five in the morning everyday to exercise then practice her arpeggios before school. 

Now,

now, you lay in bed because you're too tired to have fun and Your mother never shuts up. Now, 'Best In Me' has no meaning and Marlo Meekins is getting more famous. 

Now cooking dinner feels like something you obligated to do rather than something you want to and you lazily hang around Claire and John because you have nothing better to do, they have nothing better to do, because; their just there because their family I suppose 

You're not living your dreams

Why?

You're not independent, you're not on adderall, you don't drink crystal light, all those red bell peppers are sitting in the fridge. You aren't in Salt Lake City, where your heart quite literally remains,  in a flower pot on a porch overhanging the city of dreams

Let's face it you watch tv there's something wrong with you 

And music is something you only listen to sometimes.  

Write a poem. A poem almost always rhymes and uses figurative language.Here's the structure for an allusion.

Okay. fine. I'll try a tried & true format. The "I'm thinking about you"

             I'm thinking about you like lemons think about lemonade like dogs think about fresh air. I'm thinking about you like kids think about candy like walmart greeters think about 6'oclock. 

Like astronauts think about the dark side of the moon. And it's you! It's you who I'm thinking about!My mind is racing like the solar system spins around the sun and the sun never. stops. burning. 

    I'm thinking bout you like the grill thinks about matches like a professional kickboxer thinks about matches like a color-blind sock searcher thinks about MATCHES! 

      I'm thinking bout you like treasure thinks about boxes like wagons think about oxens like paper thinks about glue and like minivans think about vacations. Like grass thinks about soaking and moping is what I'm doing when I'm not around you. 

     I'm sad because I'm also thinking about you like Ezpernazas mother thinks about stirring oatmeal. Like Mr. Paskett thinks about sundays and poor kids think about christmas.

If objects could speak.

Walls have stories. Every single object has a compelling story. 

All you have to do is ask. 

Hats

     You don't need me, your hair looks fine honey

Headphones

     Rip my rubber again and I'll KILL you there won't always be more replacements!

Mirror

     I am silver and exact. You stare at me too long. I really DO like the words you rub in me after the shower I find them inspirational. 

Shampoo

   You should get that checked. Don't be anxious to talk to your mother

     I don't ENJOY seeing you naked! It just sort of happens every day 

     When I die just please have the courtesy of throwing me in the recycling I don't want to be surrounded by rotting food!

Candle 

     I used to be more than just a Pretty Stalk. I used to be NEEDED. 

Watch 

     I seem to be in the same boat as the candle the boat that drifted from necessity daily to aesthetic object

BPA 

     Hey what's all the fuss?

Tomatoes 

     Don't make me blush

Desk Chair

     I see so many asses covered with cheesy logos

Spoon

     I like your lips. wish I could smell your saliva forever. And stop shoveling me into overcooked rice okay? why don't you take me to your bed with you and hold me under your pillow

Canned Liver

     I'm not that bad, really. Why do people always put me in a box if yknowhatimean and think I'm brown and nasty

Bar Soap

     Stop throwing me in the garbage! For the sake of my brothers and sisters get your mother to stop purchasing

Storage Crates

     Um y'know, I'm dusty

Antiperspirant 

     You KILLED ME!!

Effects of musick.

I thought I saw you. But it was only a daydream 

In the daydream we were eating chicken sandwiches. 

I thought you meant chocolate covered cherries but you were talking about Gavin Degraw.

I thought I had twenty-one freinds but that's only how many favorite albums I have. 

When my vision is clear it's clear only in the limbic system not in the prefrontal cortex. 

I thought I saw god but it was only a bum. 

I thought I saw ghandi but I was only a typo. 

I thought I was happy but it was only a vibration in my ear

I Remember After All This Time (# 14 I Remember)

I remember the mood rings I placed on the swamp cooler vent just to watch them change color. I remember the backyard swings in the sandbox bigger than anyone else's. I remember the mood swings of my mother pacing the floor as she rehearsed her argument then to plaster on the smile he kept in a jar my the door for her. 

I remember the hot summer days. I remember steam. I remember the hot steam from a heated argument.  

I remember Micheal. He's the one that jumped the second story window to the trampoline. I remember bubbles the ones filled wih grey fog. I remember I had no appreciation for music.  Now Micheal Bublè fits the other part of my heart. 

    I remember the candy in the peppermint place the swirls of rainbows and spheres of pink. I remember my dad telling me about telepopmusik in his jaguar. I remember the candy-coated response when I told my mom I'm not lds.

All of your love was all that I needed. 

I remember the needles the pine needles in the tree shaped like a house. I remember the needles I sewed my jeans with. 

I remember the needles. 

From. every. single. immunization

I remember when you told me I wasn't gay Alena is hot and forgot it ever happened. 

Showing kindergarteners that gay people can get married too is wrong.

I remember the moment lana del ray was my only friend. 

I remember Ke$ha. 

I remember Ke-dalluh-sahin-ha. 

I remember when my mind was blown. Blown into my lungs. A breath of fresh air.

thank you Mr. Nelson

I remember the paper airplanes. 

I remember being one step ahead but usually a mile behind. 

  

Paperclip

Give someone a paperclip and see what they do with it. Difference between a creative type and a bored consumerist; a consumerist will bend it into a perfectly straight line, a creative type will bend it into a sculpture.
And the uninspired will clip paper.

Tjdlslgsoyatk