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.

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Tourist

SIXERZ. (#9 Sixers)

I want to drink butterfly milk.

If my heart was a house.

You would be the north star.

We are all men of action.

Why over think your every action?

We are but poor circus performers.

The balloon can't be filled with helium.

Do you know the way there?

Yes, I do thanks for asking.

I have the most cherished thing.

A hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy.

"You carry baggage of much value."

People search for air in tunnels.

(Object permanence is not always constant.)

Grains, Of the earth thrive there.

Rain pours happily instead of snow.

She did her best thinking then.

Do you have an animal spirit?

There's a frog in my throat.

There is a frog tied up.

The man in black breathed deeply.

He prepared for the fatal strike.

Only you are frightening me.

How can I soften my weave?

Hammers & tongs, anvils & steel.

No fabric is softer than silk.

Andrea Gibson eats lots of root vegtables.

I am envious of your collection.

You found so many beautiful things

Drink me, I dare you to.

Take me when I've done ( #5 Death)

Take me when I'm old. Or at least old enough to think I'm old.
Take me some time after after I buy a house.
Take me when I truly have nothing else to do.
Take me when all else has died.
Take me after I get a chance to feel more love than I am capable at my parents home.
Take me only after I've tried and failed thousands of times.
Don't take me full of too many regrets.
Take me after I've seen you're face but escaped, cheating death more than once isn't fair.
Take me after I have gotten the pleasure of standing under Tokyo Tower.
Take me when I've lost my hair.
Take me to your domain but please not while it's raining.
It would be too dramatic.
Don't take me with tears.
I do not fear you. When my time is inevitable I will go with you.
Just give me a fair chance. I hope against all assumptions that you are, in fact are fair.
Take me after I've seen my nephews.
Take me after I've taken refuge.
Take me when my hourglass has emptied, just don't tell me when.
Take me after I've bought a 3D printer and been to the wedding of my sister.
Gosh I miss her.
Take me after I've seen them all.
Take me on a soft October night. (i've heard it's your favorite month)
But not in the morning.
Take me after I've taken my toast and tea.
Take me on the equinox.
The equinox not of summer or spring but in winter on a cold night after I have counted my coffee jars.
Take me after I've said what I meant.
Take me when man has reached Mars.
Take me after I've gotten smarter.
Take me after I've gotten fatter.
Take me after I gathered a rose bud or two.

How many calories are in a feeling?

(THE SECRET LIFE OF LETTERS: SCISSOR SISTERS/THE FANTASIST: MAXENCE CYRIN)

How many days are in a sentence?


What is is the full speed of language when there is nothing to say?

Where do words hide unspoken?

How many calories are in a feeling?

I haven't heard.

Have you heard how many dimes add up to the worth of a rhyme?

Or how many years are in a phase?

Do you wish you could skip on past this phrase?

To the next gumdrop bridge?

How many chocolates make up a wrong gift?

How many tears are in a symphony?

But most important how many calories are in a feeling?

I haven't heard.

I'd like to know because because I'm trying to watch my weight.

How many stones does it really take to kill a bird?

104,820 and a 1/2? That's how many got dumped in the meadow. For another city center with windows.

I'm glad its not raining.

How many sorrows make up a sob? How many aches are in a compassion?

How many buzzing bees are in an overheard scorning?

Or how many butterflies are in a performer?

How many words describe a soulmate?


How many calories are in a sensation?

I haven't heard.

Hey

Remember perspective is all that counts so clean you're lenses and if they're still dirty then get som new glasses!

bells

Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell
And by the way you smell

Poetry

I am a poet and I am not even aware of the fact that I can rhyme whenever I wish.

The cooking lesson

Hi, and Welcome to this evening's cooking lesson. Tonight we'll be focusing on desserts.
We will be learning how to bake all the things that you hate in one cake.

So Lets begin.


C is for catholisism
A is for acting, to get people to like you
K is for karly stouffer
E is for eggs, hard boiled

Hm that one tasted like salt and steam and the stink of a broken belief. No, no that's not what i'm looking for.
Let's try that again.


C is for can't do
A is for absence
K is for kiwi, the bird that is nearly
E xtinct

No, that one just tasted like blackness and melancholy like the cake pan was filled on just the edges and it burned all the way through. No, not right.
Let's try that again.

C is for cocaine
A is my addiction to
K illing
E veyone.

Now if I didn't know better I would say that one was baked by H. H. Holme, himself. Now who let him in the kitchen?

C is for cutesy.
A is for american girl dolls
K is for Kelly Clarkson
E is for evergreens the kind made into christmas trees

Really now, you're just letting anybody in. Get my cousin out of the kitchen.
That was nonsense. Now let's bake a proper cake.

C is for carelessness, critisicm
A is for aches
K is for kangaroos in isolation at the zoo. Never having enough room to jump or move. and to think all this trouble just to meet you.
E is for electricity where it doesn't belong. Electric lights when i'm trying to sleep. Neon signs when i need to write.

Yes those are all the things i hate. This cake is marvelous. It tastes of ash and mortar and all the things that boiled over. Yes that is a proper cake. Dig in, bon appétit.

The force that pushed it. (#6 Space)

What my bones say. My bones are malnourished. The last thing they ate was some turkey relish. My bones seem to be thin. Thin enough to just barely not hold my heart in place securely where it belongs. How do I know my insides aren't going to fall out? My bones keep them in but I don't know for how long. My bones are probably whining but I don't hear them. What would my bones say to me if I dared to give them a voice? But I won't give them a voice because I know what they'll say.

So I leave 'em. whining, silently in despair. Does a redwood that falls in a lonely the forest make a sound, when nobody else is around? i dont know. Of course it does. The cry of the redwood will always heard by the force that pushed It.

Thin bones.

Just hardly enough to keep blood flowing through my veins.But I don't need much. It doesn't take a lot to lie in bed.And that's what I'm doin with my life. I'd rather stay in bed with blanket over head consumed in my magic mirror than listen, to my bones. Listen to my bones whine, and ache. Listen to my bones tell me how much I have changed and how damned I've become. I don't wanna   hear    about  my  past   possible  lives. 

shut up bones, I can't take it anymore, I can't bear to listen. Stop it bones stop it. I don't wanna hear your whining, your Begging. I've got the whole world shown to me right here right here in my hands so why on EARTH would I listen to YOU.

YOU. if you're not dead yet you are gonna die soon and crumble and break you're just like that boulevard with the broken dreams. Can't hardy see. So many seams. Breaking. Stop it, stop it you. How dare you keep whimpering at me like this, like you deserve a second chance. When you know you and I both know you're the drunk lover at the barbecue trying to sell photographs or that guy with his heart set on culinary school but isn't willing to chop.

 Don't come back to me and tell me for the twentieth time that all you need is forty-two dollars and a dime  to keep your dream afloat;

 When you know I don't have it. Don't be putting me in a bind. God, sometimes I wish you would just get outta my mind.  You ain't never gonna float so don't be telling me to try your boat. To write a note. To become a poet. Because it ain't never gonna happen. You're all deception and dope when you try to dote. Go home, bones. You're a lazy ass freak that does nothing but dream. Even if someone could hear your screams you'll never rise to the top like cream. You got one hand in the sky the other on your heart. But not one on the prndl. You're a hindrance. You're through. So like I said before, shut up bones. Just do me a favor, you're shattered so deep even I can see you waver. I hate your flavor. You only savor the things that wont last forever. Why is that bones huh? Explain it to me. Life's hard and brittle and you're just too little. You'll soon be in the tombs. and I'll soon be in the boonies, farewell poor bones, thin, Thin, bones. Its been a disgrace to you being so closely tied wish I could get rid of you're taste. Really wish you'd get outta my mind.

Do you have regrets?

Procrastination

Are you good enough?