January 2011
6 posts
Mary's Persons.
I’ll never forget the faces of the individuals I pass daily in the halls of Mary Persons high school. So many kids who think they’re all grown up who’ve hardly even begun. Kids who long to be individuals just like their friends, and kids who stare at the white-tiled floor and never glance up at the busy world around them. Kids who were born with a brain that didn’t work the way it was supposed to,...
Of Greatness
No man ever became great by standing at the intersection of Normal and Average next to Ordinary and Nothing Special. Man becomes great by standing apart! Letting his heart and mind soar free of the chains that held him back. With insanity comes experience, and with madness comes difference. Take up your sword of society’s unaccepted with all the shades of strange in tow! Run it right through...
The Old Man.
He sits in his chair in the front row, clasping his weathered hands and glancing quickly around with the wide, worried eyes of a child who’s lost his mother, occasionally he pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his brow and tucks it safely away as his eyes drop to the floor in a silent prayer. The names of the recently diseased echo to the back wall of the sanctuary and fall heavily on the...
We Whisper in Respect for the Night.
People whisper in respect for the night, one by one they turn on the lights and the darkness outside their windows pulls its curtains of ink. The sun rounds the earth and it’s night time again, out goes the lights and the darkness creeps in, revealing the shadowy shapes it onces held captive behind its midnight curtain. Only can we see what the darkness holds hidden when we turn out the...
The Composer's Painting.
An uncomfortable silence drifts around the room, caressing the throats of the audience, a silence with such a weight that even the bravest of men dare not break it for fear of suffocation. The conductor’s hands hold up the curtain of tension, poised at his sides as he nods to the pianist. Fingers dance across keys in a blur of notes and melodies that throws back silence’s sheet as it...
Lucid Lullaby.
Her feet trudge across the cool floor, exhaustion draped heavily over her shoulders. She just needs some relief, something to calm the dizzying storm in her head, peace. She steps over the threshold of the tub and cringes as the water chills her. As the temperature climbs she sighs and lowers herself onto the floor of the shower and curls up into a ball. She lets the water run over her bringing...