Opening night.
Wow.
Well..
We've made it.
We being the cast/crew of King Lear.
Well...
Sorta.
We still have to do the show.... 9 more times.
Some of us may not last.
I can totally see some killing others...
You know...
Cast members...
disappearing...
Or suddenly going the way of poor Regan...
The funny thing is how that kinda is a reality...
lol.
I think it is funny how you get to know folks in a cast.
I mean, I've met some interesting... I mean INTERESTING people in this cast.
This play has allowed me to continue my relationship with Rosebriar and Manny, who I just think is the bee's knees...
I have met another long lost sister in Danielle who shall never be rid of me now...
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
LOL.
This play has also taken me further into the sick and twisted world of thespianism...
Within this cast of interesting characters, I have seen the gambit of acting ability/experience on display.
I have seen different takes on scenes and characters, different attitudes....
It's been a while since I've been involved with an all adult cast, and I had forgotten how adult actors can be at times.
Another interesting aspect has been observing how these folks have developed their roles and developed into their roles...
If at all...
I myself am still kicking around a few ideas about my character.
The interaction between the actors, not the characters but the actors themselves, is ALWAYS a delight.
Theatre is the best place to see how different folks handle different situations, much like church.
This overall has been a roller coaster ride of craziness that I have... for the most part, enjoyed.
Oh.
BTW.
My scarecrow was awarded second place.
To the Tin Man-wannabe made by some locally owned heating and cooling company.
Such a crock....
I worked my bum off on that thing and rushed it to town hall just so it would be there by the "deadline" of 8 o'clock pm...
Ohmg, only to find out that there were others that were still coming in.
I mean, I saw scarecrows waiting to posted in the alley way as of last Sunday.
WHAT?
Small town.... whatever-ism....
bleh.
Oh, and what was my... "prize?"
(I choke on the word...)
A sandwich bag...
Full of reese's cups and despair...
And a crappy red ribbon on my scarecrow....
I swear the skull was crying tears of shame......
Those people are lucky I like reese's cups otherwise I would've stomped on the freaking bag.
Harlow kept telling me I should be happy I got 2nd place because there were a lot of different scarecrows and I'm not from Groveport....blablabla...
The scarecrow didn't represent me...
It represented Rosebriar....
It was Rosebriar's scarecrow....
Yeah, just popped that bubble...
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Rocky HorrIBLE show...
As an avid theatre go-er and ongoing thespian, I feel a certain obligation to support my fellow thespians and theatre lovers when they themselves are involved with a production.
Such was the case last night when I trekked up 23 to 775 N. High Street, commonly known as the Axis Nightclub.
Accompanying me was my loving mother, my sister, and her friend Chris.
To what show, you may ask, were we going to attend?
Center Stage Players annual production of the Rocky Horror Show.
Ju, Chris, and I have been RHPS lovers for quite some time and were dying to see it.
MOM...
Not so much.
She was going to hang out with us, which is cool.
The night started rough when we drove around for 25 minutes looking for the freaking building.
Turns out Axis isn't actually directing on High street.
You have to turn Left on Hubbard, THEN turn left into the first alley way, as I learned from my friend Ben.
Ben, by the way, was/is playing Riff Raff in this production, and was the main reason for my desire to go.
That and the fact that it's the Rocky Horror Show.
Anyways...
We walk in with 15-ish minutes to spare to find that they have standing room only available.
Ugh.
BUT, this only costs $10 and, as we were all anticipating paying $15 dollars, I pulled out a $20 and paid for mom and I.
We found ourselves a nice spot to stand in front of the bar, and settled in for the show.
I took advantage of our spot and got my first Washington Apple for the night and diets for mom and Junia.
Then the show began....
hah...
The beginning song definitely set the mood for the show.
The gal came out to sing "Science Fiction picture show" and her mic cut out most of the song.
OMG.
Terrible.
OH, and let's not forget to mention the million young gay males that felt soooooooo compelled to yell out drunken and obscene call outs throughout the show...
That was the least of the issues, though, for I expected it.
(It was rather amusing.)
Then, Brad and Janet came out.
T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E.
He was clearly gay.
(DISCLAIMER: NOT BASHING GAYS. JUST STATING FACTS)
When they kissed at the end of "Dammit Janet" I think he gagged a bit.
The transylvanians were interesting enough.
All in black outfits of various sizes and shapes... and one male.
HA.
It became painfully clear that someone, probably the director, decided put the show to a carnival like theme, as Ben popped out of this strange black box-like set piece during "Over at the Frankenstein Place" with a green clown wig, white face paint, and a strange black smile.
He sang it well, but I was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too distracted by his get-up.
Magenta came out wearing an outfit that looked like that of a gothic ragdoll of sorts.
She was walking with a cane, which means they decided to go with the gal they casted instead of their back up.
OKAY...
Columbia was wearing a strange black tu-tu, white skin tight polo shirt, and strange.. clown-ish (?) make up.
UGH.
Both the women couldn't really sing to speak of.......
Go figure.
During the Time Warp sequence, Columbia did a strange "Ballet (?)" dance/jig thing...
You know, instead of the original tapping.
OKAY....
THEN, Frank-n- Furter came out.....
OMG.
First of all, he did NOT have Frank's swagger, the essence.
NO.
He was also obviously gay....
There was none of that transexual/bisexual ego I know and expect from Frank.
His costume was that of a sparkly... gay Ringleader.
Top hat.
Small red, sparkly overcoat.
White undershirt and what I presume was supposed to a corset type deal.
OH, and black boots.
As my conservative mother (Who, back in the day, did frequent RHPS shows, but has grown out of it and became the mom I love and adore) said, "He's not even wearing the high heels!!!"
The rest of the show was just as disappointing.
NO....
it got worse actually.
Rocky was an adorable young black guy who, for whatever reason, was directed to hump EVERYTHING.
Okay....
The came the separate bedroom scenes.
I was on my second Washington Apple and feeling loopy...
Just thought I'd plug that in there...
Now, mom said that she came to the show expecting to feel uncomfortable because all of the talk about... you know, sex.
We all expected it.
It's apart of the show.
HAH.
Well, the curtain opens up and there's a small bed.
And there's "Janet."
Gyrating and moaning and in an interesting position.
OMG.
The scene with Brad was just as bad.
Mom went out to the car.
THEN, the "Creature Of the Night" scene.
Let's just say Janet ended up back in the bed with Rocky and.....
The last position was him standing with his back to the audience, and her, in front of him....
AHEM.
The last lines of the song, "Creature of the night.... Creature of the night..."
She purposely muffled them.
Yeah.
Now, I'm definitely not the most conservative person in the world, but I was very turned off and... yeah, I'll admit it, offended.
I mean, in the original show, at least it was suggested...
It wasn't so tastelessly and blatantly displayed.
I felt sick, but I stayed to watch the performance and support Ben.
I tell you what, though, we high-tailed it out of there the moment the last line of "Superheroes" was hit.
I was done.
And disappointed.
I spent the beginning of the show stating over and over that I was going to try out for the show next year and that I could've done a much better job at acting and singing than the majority of the cast.
However, if this is how they stage the show every year, I guess I'll have to let the auditions sail by once more and hope someone else will do it in a way the rings truer to the original plot...
UGH.
Yeah.
Talk about disappointment.
The highlight of the night was actually getting back to Circleville and going over to Tyler's to watch Robin Hood: Men in Tights, and Jersey Girl....
Yeah.
Such was the case last night when I trekked up 23 to 775 N. High Street, commonly known as the Axis Nightclub.
Accompanying me was my loving mother, my sister, and her friend Chris.
To what show, you may ask, were we going to attend?
Center Stage Players annual production of the Rocky Horror Show.
Ju, Chris, and I have been RHPS lovers for quite some time and were dying to see it.
MOM...
Not so much.
She was going to hang out with us, which is cool.
The night started rough when we drove around for 25 minutes looking for the freaking building.
Turns out Axis isn't actually directing on High street.
You have to turn Left on Hubbard, THEN turn left into the first alley way, as I learned from my friend Ben.
Ben, by the way, was/is playing Riff Raff in this production, and was the main reason for my desire to go.
That and the fact that it's the Rocky Horror Show.
Anyways...
We walk in with 15-ish minutes to spare to find that they have standing room only available.
Ugh.
BUT, this only costs $10 and, as we were all anticipating paying $15 dollars, I pulled out a $20 and paid for mom and I.
We found ourselves a nice spot to stand in front of the bar, and settled in for the show.
I took advantage of our spot and got my first Washington Apple for the night and diets for mom and Junia.
Then the show began....
hah...
The beginning song definitely set the mood for the show.
The gal came out to sing "Science Fiction picture show" and her mic cut out most of the song.
OMG.
Terrible.
OH, and let's not forget to mention the million young gay males that felt soooooooo compelled to yell out drunken and obscene call outs throughout the show...
That was the least of the issues, though, for I expected it.
(It was rather amusing.)
Then, Brad and Janet came out.
T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E.
He was clearly gay.
(DISCLAIMER: NOT BASHING GAYS. JUST STATING FACTS)
When they kissed at the end of "Dammit Janet" I think he gagged a bit.
The transylvanians were interesting enough.
All in black outfits of various sizes and shapes... and one male.
HA.
It became painfully clear that someone, probably the director, decided put the show to a carnival like theme, as Ben popped out of this strange black box-like set piece during "Over at the Frankenstein Place" with a green clown wig, white face paint, and a strange black smile.
He sang it well, but I was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too distracted by his get-up.
Magenta came out wearing an outfit that looked like that of a gothic ragdoll of sorts.
She was walking with a cane, which means they decided to go with the gal they casted instead of their back up.
OKAY...
Columbia was wearing a strange black tu-tu, white skin tight polo shirt, and strange.. clown-ish (?) make up.
UGH.
Both the women couldn't really sing to speak of.......
Go figure.
During the Time Warp sequence, Columbia did a strange "Ballet (?)" dance/jig thing...
You know, instead of the original tapping.
OKAY....
THEN, Frank-n- Furter came out.....
OMG.
First of all, he did NOT have Frank's swagger, the essence.
NO.
He was also obviously gay....
There was none of that transexual/bisexual ego I know and expect from Frank.
His costume was that of a sparkly... gay Ringleader.
Top hat.
Small red, sparkly overcoat.
White undershirt and what I presume was supposed to a corset type deal.
OH, and black boots.
As my conservative mother (Who, back in the day, did frequent RHPS shows, but has grown out of it and became the mom I love and adore) said, "He's not even wearing the high heels!!!"
The rest of the show was just as disappointing.
NO....
it got worse actually.
Rocky was an adorable young black guy who, for whatever reason, was directed to hump EVERYTHING.
Okay....
The came the separate bedroom scenes.
I was on my second Washington Apple and feeling loopy...
Just thought I'd plug that in there...
Now, mom said that she came to the show expecting to feel uncomfortable because all of the talk about... you know, sex.
We all expected it.
It's apart of the show.
HAH.
Well, the curtain opens up and there's a small bed.
And there's "Janet."
Gyrating and moaning and in an interesting position.
OMG.
The scene with Brad was just as bad.
Mom went out to the car.
THEN, the "Creature Of the Night" scene.
Let's just say Janet ended up back in the bed with Rocky and.....
The last position was him standing with his back to the audience, and her, in front of him....
AHEM.
The last lines of the song, "Creature of the night.... Creature of the night..."
She purposely muffled them.
Yeah.
Now, I'm definitely not the most conservative person in the world, but I was very turned off and... yeah, I'll admit it, offended.
I mean, in the original show, at least it was suggested...
It wasn't so tastelessly and blatantly displayed.
I felt sick, but I stayed to watch the performance and support Ben.
I tell you what, though, we high-tailed it out of there the moment the last line of "Superheroes" was hit.
I was done.
And disappointed.
I spent the beginning of the show stating over and over that I was going to try out for the show next year and that I could've done a much better job at acting and singing than the majority of the cast.
However, if this is how they stage the show every year, I guess I'll have to let the auditions sail by once more and hope someone else will do it in a way the rings truer to the original plot...
UGH.
Yeah.
Talk about disappointment.
The highlight of the night was actually getting back to Circleville and going over to Tyler's to watch Robin Hood: Men in Tights, and Jersey Girl....
Yeah.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Paper or plastic????
I've always like this planet.
I can't imagine living anywhere else.
It's perfect.
Not to far or close to the sun.
Ample living space.
Great place to raise a family.
Well... it used to be anyways.
It still has potential to be as it once was.
Really.
And with all this hullabaloooooo about being earth-friendly and yadayadayada I felt now was a great time to start "doing my part."
As I wasn't quite sure what "my part" really consisted of, I decided to grab an old Steve and Barry's bag in which I started putting all our used water bottles and pop cans.
YAY!
I'm helping!
Then, mom and I went to Half Price bookstore and purchased one of their oversized shopping bags in which you could fit a small country.
THEN, mom came home a couple weeks ago with a couple of those black Wal-mart shopping bags.
YAY!
More helping!!!
Tonight, while killing time after the musical theatre classes, I trekked over to the dollar tree to purchase a couple of trivial items.
As I was paying for said items, I noticed that this store also had its own form of the earth-friendly shopping bag.
I handed my money to the cashier (friendly thing she was...), and asked, "Oh, are those a dollar???"
"YUP" was the gruff reply I received.
"May I have one of those as well please?"
Plus tax, this bag was $1.14.
Life goes on.
As I paid for the bag, I held in several delicious comments as I watched this woman take the earth friendly bag and place it in the PLASTIC BAG THAT HELD THE PREVIOUSLY PURCHASED ITEMS.
Are you KIDDING ME??!?!?!?!!
FOR WHAT FLIPPING PURPOSE DID I BUY THE FREAKING EARTH FRIENDLY BAG IF NOT TO CARRY OTHER ITEMS IN WAY THAT WAS EFFICIENT AND EARTH FRIENDLY????
WTF?
On the outside, however, I calmly said, "You can go ahead and put the other items in the green bag and I'll just take them like that."
She just said, "Works for me."
OMFG.
I know I was in the Circleville Dollar Tree where common sense and smarts don't really account for much, but COME ON.
I just felt my mind begin to swell and explode as I walked out the door.
I truly had a "THAT JUST HAPPENED" moment.
Today just wasn't a good one overall, so that moment just topped it all for me.
I lost my cell phone to the bottom of the bar sink at work today.
I was hugging a friend and the phone slipped from my back pocket and gently splashed into the sink full of soapy water only to softly thud at the bottom of the metal sink.
I was hysterical.
Utterly hysterical.
John, the gentleman I was hugging, has generously offered to purchase a new phone for me, being the fabulous human being he is...
Luckily we had an extra phone here at the house that dad purchased several months ago, and it was in good enough shape to put to use.
Ugh.
Now I have to go phone shopping tomorrow.
I can't imagine living anywhere else.
It's perfect.
Not to far or close to the sun.
Ample living space.
Great place to raise a family.
Well... it used to be anyways.
It still has potential to be as it once was.
Really.
And with all this hullabaloooooo about being earth-friendly and yadayadayada I felt now was a great time to start "doing my part."
As I wasn't quite sure what "my part" really consisted of, I decided to grab an old Steve and Barry's bag in which I started putting all our used water bottles and pop cans.
YAY!
I'm helping!
Then, mom and I went to Half Price bookstore and purchased one of their oversized shopping bags in which you could fit a small country.
THEN, mom came home a couple weeks ago with a couple of those black Wal-mart shopping bags.
YAY!
More helping!!!
Tonight, while killing time after the musical theatre classes, I trekked over to the dollar tree to purchase a couple of trivial items.
As I was paying for said items, I noticed that this store also had its own form of the earth-friendly shopping bag.
I handed my money to the cashier (friendly thing she was...), and asked, "Oh, are those a dollar???"
"YUP" was the gruff reply I received.
"May I have one of those as well please?"
Plus tax, this bag was $1.14.
Life goes on.
As I paid for the bag, I held in several delicious comments as I watched this woman take the earth friendly bag and place it in the PLASTIC BAG THAT HELD THE PREVIOUSLY PURCHASED ITEMS.
Are you KIDDING ME??!?!?!?!!
FOR WHAT FLIPPING PURPOSE DID I BUY THE FREAKING EARTH FRIENDLY BAG IF NOT TO CARRY OTHER ITEMS IN WAY THAT WAS EFFICIENT AND EARTH FRIENDLY????
WTF?
On the outside, however, I calmly said, "You can go ahead and put the other items in the green bag and I'll just take them like that."
She just said, "Works for me."
OMFG.
I know I was in the Circleville Dollar Tree where common sense and smarts don't really account for much, but COME ON.
I just felt my mind begin to swell and explode as I walked out the door.
I truly had a "THAT JUST HAPPENED" moment.
Today just wasn't a good one overall, so that moment just topped it all for me.
I lost my cell phone to the bottom of the bar sink at work today.
I was hugging a friend and the phone slipped from my back pocket and gently splashed into the sink full of soapy water only to softly thud at the bottom of the metal sink.
I was hysterical.
Utterly hysterical.
John, the gentleman I was hugging, has generously offered to purchase a new phone for me, being the fabulous human being he is...
Luckily we had an extra phone here at the house that dad purchased several months ago, and it was in good enough shape to put to use.
Ugh.
Now I have to go phone shopping tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
We hang petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office- Aesop
So, I was driving home tonight and I actually had acouple of rants going through my head.
Politics.
Theatre.
They aren't MAJOR rants, but I believe they are relevant to publicize.
Okay.
Politics.
Now, since I turned 18 in 2005, this will be the first presidential vote where my opinion will matter.Of course, I'm one of those young americans that has always wanted to vote and make my opinion matter.
I know.
Anyways, I personally think this election has been and will be one for the history books.
I mean, no matter the outcome, no matter who is elected, the next presidency will change history.We'll either have an African American President with a regular white guy VP, or a regular white guy President with a female VP.
CRAZY!
Anywhoo...
It's important that whomever we as individuals decide to vote for, we need to make sure we are doing so because it's the right decision.
Don't vote for McCain because you've always voted forthe Republican candidate.Really explore what both candidates have to offer.
Don't vote for McCain because you think Obama is aterrorist.
DON'T vote for McCain because Obama is a black man.
DON'T vote for Obama because Obama is a black man.
Don't vote for Obama because you've always voted forthe Democratic candidate.
Don't vote for Obama because McCain has a female VP.
Now I say all this knowing full well that the majority of Americans WILL vote on at least one or more of these midsets....
Which is sad.
Personally.
I'm voting McCain.
I was going to vote for Obama.
I really was.
I like Obama.
I get a good vibe from him.
I think he is truly concerned for the country.
Unfortunately, the small part of my mind controlled by the "moral Values" voter in me took over withinthe past two months.
SO I'm voting McCain.
Don't hold it against me.
At least I've chosen a standpoint.
Oh, another thing I love about politics is how peoplewill turn on you for your views.Hello.I'm in a play right now with a somewhat diverse cast.
Different strokes, different folks...
And the majority of the cast is for Obama.
However, none of us go at each other's throats when politics come up.
It just shouldn't be that intense.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm just one of those people who can see both sides of the story.
Whatever.
............................................
So that's basically my rant on politics.
A little worn out by that.........................
Give me a minute....................
Okay.
Theatre.
IF you cast someone and you know, casting them, that this person has an illness or has any conditions that may hinder their performance in any way, you should find an understudy.
JUST TO BE SAFE.
HELLO.
IF one of your cast members is injured and, physically, can't or shouldn't do their part, and you have someone else who CAN do it, you should let the second party step in and fulfill the character untilthe original is able to do so.
HELLO.
DO NOT throw people on the stage, ON BOOK, opening night.
DO NOT throw your original actor onstage with crutcheswhen you know you are doing a musical show that requires a bit of movement from that actor.
HELLO.
I've only been doing this theatre stuff for...a little under 10 years, and I get it.
I don't know why people 15, 20 years my senior do notseem to grasp these simple concepts and solutions...
I don't get it.
Common sense I guess.
Politics.
Theatre.
They aren't MAJOR rants, but I believe they are relevant to publicize.
Okay.
Politics.
Now, since I turned 18 in 2005, this will be the first presidential vote where my opinion will matter.Of course, I'm one of those young americans that has always wanted to vote and make my opinion matter.
I know.
Anyways, I personally think this election has been and will be one for the history books.
I mean, no matter the outcome, no matter who is elected, the next presidency will change history.We'll either have an African American President with a regular white guy VP, or a regular white guy President with a female VP.
CRAZY!
Anywhoo...
It's important that whomever we as individuals decide to vote for, we need to make sure we are doing so because it's the right decision.
Don't vote for McCain because you've always voted forthe Republican candidate.Really explore what both candidates have to offer.
Don't vote for McCain because you think Obama is aterrorist.
DON'T vote for McCain because Obama is a black man.
DON'T vote for Obama because Obama is a black man.
Don't vote for Obama because you've always voted forthe Democratic candidate.
Don't vote for Obama because McCain has a female VP.
Now I say all this knowing full well that the majority of Americans WILL vote on at least one or more of these midsets....
Which is sad.
Personally.
I'm voting McCain.
I was going to vote for Obama.
I really was.
I like Obama.
I get a good vibe from him.
I think he is truly concerned for the country.
Unfortunately, the small part of my mind controlled by the "moral Values" voter in me took over withinthe past two months.
SO I'm voting McCain.
Don't hold it against me.
At least I've chosen a standpoint.
Oh, another thing I love about politics is how peoplewill turn on you for your views.Hello.I'm in a play right now with a somewhat diverse cast.
Different strokes, different folks...
And the majority of the cast is for Obama.
However, none of us go at each other's throats when politics come up.
It just shouldn't be that intense.
I don't know.
Maybe I'm just one of those people who can see both sides of the story.
Whatever.
............................................
So that's basically my rant on politics.
A little worn out by that.........................
Give me a minute....................
Okay.
Theatre.
IF you cast someone and you know, casting them, that this person has an illness or has any conditions that may hinder their performance in any way, you should find an understudy.
JUST TO BE SAFE.
HELLO.
IF one of your cast members is injured and, physically, can't or shouldn't do their part, and you have someone else who CAN do it, you should let the second party step in and fulfill the character untilthe original is able to do so.
HELLO.
DO NOT throw people on the stage, ON BOOK, opening night.
DO NOT throw your original actor onstage with crutcheswhen you know you are doing a musical show that requires a bit of movement from that actor.
HELLO.
I've only been doing this theatre stuff for...a little under 10 years, and I get it.
I don't know why people 15, 20 years my senior do notseem to grasp these simple concepts and solutions...
I don't get it.
Common sense I guess.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Bllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
I'm too tired to rant, so lemme just say this...
We open in a week.
C'mon.
At this point we should know lines and stage directions, ja?
Just checking.
The sad thing is I'm not talking about one production.
I'm involved with a couple of productions and they share the same epidemic...
God help us now...
That's it.
That's all I've got.
For now...
you have caused the pain
when I have the need
you increased the stain
when I start to bleed
I find my self sinking
into this dismal dream
I know it's why I'm drinking
But it's not as bad as it seems
Sinking into the darkness
Trying to hide the past
I know this high is hopeless
but I wish that it would last
I can't see the light
I can't think about today
I know what is right
but where it is, I can't say
We open in a week.
C'mon.
At this point we should know lines and stage directions, ja?
Just checking.
The sad thing is I'm not talking about one production.
I'm involved with a couple of productions and they share the same epidemic...
God help us now...
That's it.
That's all I've got.
For now...
you have caused the pain
when I have the need
you increased the stain
when I start to bleed
I find my self sinking
into this dismal dream
I know it's why I'm drinking
But it's not as bad as it seems
Sinking into the darkness
Trying to hide the past
I know this high is hopeless
but I wish that it would last
I can't see the light
I can't think about today
I know what is right
but where it is, I can't say
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Berry Picker's Triumph
Brush and briar
criss cross,
as if sentinels
guarding a secret treasure.
As I charge past their station,
they cling to me,
almost begging me
as a last ditch effort
to leave their precious wares
be…
Victorious, I ignore
the sting of the tiny barbs
and smile.
Slowly I search,
turning over leaves;
desperate for a glipse of a jewel.
Green….
.......Green…....
................Green…....
AH!
There sits my reward.
Purple, lush, gleaming
in the afternoon sunlight.
Despite the snag and snare
of the small thicket
I stretch and, AH, grasp
the small berry
with my fingers.
I draw back within
my newfound glory.
The sound of the purloined purple
bouncing
on the bottom of my pail
widens my smile.
Greedily,
and with more bravado,
I grab and claw for more
of the royal colored beauties
hidden under the foliage.
Several vicious fights later,
I emerge from the small forest
my bucket full;
my hand and arms scarred from the hunt and battle;
my fingers stained by the blood of my victims…
I am triumphant.
I am the Berry Picker.
criss cross,
as if sentinels
guarding a secret treasure.
As I charge past their station,
they cling to me,
almost begging me
as a last ditch effort
to leave their precious wares
be…
Victorious, I ignore
the sting of the tiny barbs
and smile.
Slowly I search,
turning over leaves;
desperate for a glipse of a jewel.
Green….
.......Green…....
................Green…....
AH!
There sits my reward.
Purple, lush, gleaming
in the afternoon sunlight.
Despite the snag and snare
of the small thicket
I stretch and, AH, grasp
the small berry
with my fingers.
I draw back within
my newfound glory.
The sound of the purloined purple
bouncing
on the bottom of my pail
widens my smile.
Greedily,
and with more bravado,
I grab and claw for more
of the royal colored beauties
hidden under the foliage.
Several vicious fights later,
I emerge from the small forest
my bucket full;
my hand and arms scarred from the hunt and battle;
my fingers stained by the blood of my victims…
I am triumphant.
I am the Berry Picker.
It's because of you
I see your name
I hesitate to answer
I feel the pain
I thought I had
moved past it
Yet here I am
again agonizing
trying in vain
to pretend
that I'm not overly
curious about you
It's because of you
that I write heartbreak love songs
It because of you
that I think twice before letting go
It's because of you
that I can't give myself
the chance to fine something new...
Because of you
I hate these days
of going crazy
Just because someone
said you're doing fine.....
by the way
It's so hard to makebelieve
you don't exist
when it obvious
you're so real to me
It's because of you
that I write heartbreak love song
sIt because of you
that I think twice before letting go
It's because of you
that I can't give myself
the chance to find something new...
Because of you
I hesitate to answer
I feel the pain
I thought I had
moved past it
Yet here I am
again agonizing
trying in vain
to pretend
that I'm not overly
curious about you
It's because of you
that I write heartbreak love songs
It because of you
that I think twice before letting go
It's because of you
that I can't give myself
the chance to fine something new...
Because of you
I hate these days
of going crazy
Just because someone
said you're doing fine.....
by the way
It's so hard to makebelieve
you don't exist
when it obvious
you're so real to me
It's because of you
that I write heartbreak love song
sIt because of you
that I think twice before letting go
It's because of you
that I can't give myself
the chance to find something new...
Because of you
A mantra to get me through the day...
Never let them see you cry
Never let them see you cry
Never let them see your pain
Never let them know the caused it
Never let them open your heart
Never let them see you cry
Never let them see you cry
Never let them touch your soul
Never let them see they won
Never let them know they won
Never let them see you cry
Never let them read your mind
Never let them see you crumble
Never let them know you love them
Never let them see you cry
Never let them see you cry
Never let them see your pain
Never let them know the caused it
Never let them open your heart
Never let them see you cry
Never let them see you cry
Never let them touch your soul
Never let them see they won
Never let them know they won
Never let them see you cry
Never let them read your mind
Never let them see you crumble
Never let them know you love them
Never let them see you cry
everytime i lie... (it's a song)
low voltage warning
coming tomorrow morning
i found the cure for aids
i forgot what it is
in the darkness I see sunlight
hand me the spotlight
sold myself on Ebay
i'll meet my new friend next Tuesday
i'll never stop dreaming of the moonlight
i wonder why I cry all the time
everytime I'm lying longer
everytime you're getting stronger
everytime I'm getting better
everytime you getting closer
everytime I screaming louder
everytime we running faster
i am miss independent
i read a book but I never can end it
keep trying to wake up
can't seem to put on my makeup
i'll never fall in love
i can count the stars above
my grammar gets better over time
these sunglasses are messing up my mind
everytime I'm lying longer
everytime you're getting stronger
everytime I'm getting better
everytime you getting closer
everytime I screaming louder
everytime we're running faster
everytime we're running out of time
coming tomorrow morning
i found the cure for aids
i forgot what it is
in the darkness I see sunlight
hand me the spotlight
sold myself on Ebay
i'll meet my new friend next Tuesday
i'll never stop dreaming of the moonlight
i wonder why I cry all the time
everytime I'm lying longer
everytime you're getting stronger
everytime I'm getting better
everytime you getting closer
everytime I screaming louder
everytime we running faster
i am miss independent
i read a book but I never can end it
keep trying to wake up
can't seem to put on my makeup
i'll never fall in love
i can count the stars above
my grammar gets better over time
these sunglasses are messing up my mind
everytime I'm lying longer
everytime you're getting stronger
everytime I'm getting better
everytime you getting closer
everytime I screaming louder
everytime we're running faster
everytime we're running out of time
..my mourning..
I threw a lily on the water this morning
praying you knew who it came from
I cried so hard
the pain from my heart
moved to the front of my head
Getting letters from a child
praying for my health
I found myself
tormented praying for myself
As my migraine grew stronger
I prayed it would go away
I went to townto find some joy
all I found were withered hearts
The cemeteries were
full of listless souls
I had to bury
a simple joy todayas it had died
smothered by it's warming home
I didn't bother to brush away the maggots
It was already gone
I looked for another lily
for my lost joy
I found a daisy
but I just couldn't tear it away
praying you knew who it came from
I cried so hard
the pain from my heart
moved to the front of my head
Getting letters from a child
praying for my health
I found myself
tormented praying for myself
As my migraine grew stronger
I prayed it would go away
I went to townto find some joy
all I found were withered hearts
The cemeteries were
full of listless souls
I had to bury
a simple joy todayas it had died
smothered by it's warming home
I didn't bother to brush away the maggots
It was already gone
I looked for another lily
for my lost joy
I found a daisy
but I just couldn't tear it away
lol... old timey-esque song inspired by.... old timey songs...It’s a love song...yeah...
Maybe it was because
I felt this way before
Maybe I shouldn't
have let myself get
caught up in what
was really going on
But...
I'm falling asleep
falling in love with you
Keeping time til it's time
To spend again with you
Falling asleep falling in love
and I don't know how
to keep my heart down
Falling asleep in love with you
Perhaps my conscience told me
perhaps I already could see
but maybe a lie can be good thing
when try to resist reality
And really where is the fun
being just one in love?
So now I'm falling asleep
Falling in love with you
Falling too deep
into love with you
And I'll just have to keep
my heart down
Everytime you come around
'cause lord knows you never
can know
That I've fallen asleep
Falling in love
With
you
I felt this way before
Maybe I shouldn't
have let myself get
caught up in what
was really going on
But...
I'm falling asleep
falling in love with you
Keeping time til it's time
To spend again with you
Falling asleep falling in love
and I don't know how
to keep my heart down
Falling asleep in love with you
Perhaps my conscience told me
perhaps I already could see
but maybe a lie can be good thing
when try to resist reality
And really where is the fun
being just one in love?
So now I'm falling asleep
Falling in love with you
Falling too deep
into love with you
And I'll just have to keep
my heart down
Everytime you come around
'cause lord knows you never
can know
That I've fallen asleep
Falling in love
With
you
This is what you do to me.
Another conversation.
Another one night stand.
Another drink.
Another tear-filled week.
Another pretty word.
Another false hope.
Another moment of you.
Another breath wasted.
Another week of wishes.
Another time of broken dreams.
Another frustration.
Another conversation.
Another one night stand.
Another drink.
Another tear-filled week.
Another pretty word.
Another false hope.
Another moment of you.
Another breath wasted.
Another week of wishes.
Another time of broken dreams.
Another frustration.
Another conversation.
Ah, what it is to love a heartless woman...
Ah,
what it is to love a heartless woman
to always bear the pain
to hurt
To give
without getting
to wait for hours on end
until you go insane
to love
without living
to feel the sickness
of standing in the rain
To hope to say you'll always love her
to hope
she feels the same
To wishing
you knew what to expect
to never expecting what it is you get.
To work hours on end
To try and stake a claim
To hope that she would be your friend
yet always bear the pain
Ah,
what it is to love a heartless woman
what it is to love a heartless woman
to always bear the pain
to hurt
To give
without getting
to wait for hours on end
until you go insane
to love
without living
to feel the sickness
of standing in the rain
To hope to say you'll always love her
to hope
she feels the same
To wishing
you knew what to expect
to never expecting what it is you get.
To work hours on end
To try and stake a claim
To hope that she would be your friend
yet always bear the pain
Ah,
what it is to love a heartless woman
Blatant Contradictions
I'm in the state of mind
of being out of my mind
I can't think as I dream
thoughts reversing my musings
trying to breath
as I inhale the smoke
Too many faces
on the bodies all around me
I hold onto my drug as I O.D. again
Pushing the needle,
Breathing the seed
Who are these people
who own the bodies?
Do they know they are dying
as they live?
They kiss their tears away
as they laugh
and kill in their times of love
the caresses in a hug
hold so many lies
as truths carry notes
of satirical melodies
The players are puppets
Dancing mercilessly
to a forgotten song
They can cut the strings
but they forgot how
Do you see their tears
as they sing of Jesus?
Preacher and the choir
listen to my speech playing
Check your timepiece still ticks
Don't yawn as you fall asleep
Don't contradict yourself
the congregations eyes see all
We evolve as we regress
into our childlike thoughts
and mentalities
Use the pacifiers
God presented us
the day we first took the high
Take orders from
our heavenly father
to use Mother Nature
against herself
Hypocrisy thrives
in this world
of lunatics
Pinch yourself of dreams
and what they could mean
Wake up screaming lets you know
you're alive
Don't worry about me
I'll haunt you when I'm dead
of being out of my mind
I can't think as I dream
thoughts reversing my musings
trying to breath
as I inhale the smoke
Too many faces
on the bodies all around me
I hold onto my drug as I O.D. again
Pushing the needle,
Breathing the seed
Who are these people
who own the bodies?
Do they know they are dying
as they live?
They kiss their tears away
as they laugh
and kill in their times of love
the caresses in a hug
hold so many lies
as truths carry notes
of satirical melodies
The players are puppets
Dancing mercilessly
to a forgotten song
They can cut the strings
but they forgot how
Do you see their tears
as they sing of Jesus?
Preacher and the choir
listen to my speech playing
Check your timepiece still ticks
Don't yawn as you fall asleep
Don't contradict yourself
the congregations eyes see all
We evolve as we regress
into our childlike thoughts
and mentalities
Use the pacifiers
God presented us
the day we first took the high
Take orders from
our heavenly father
to use Mother Nature
against herself
Hypocrisy thrives
in this world
of lunatics
Pinch yourself of dreams
and what they could mean
Wake up screaming lets you know
you're alive
Don't worry about me
I'll haunt you when I'm dead
Padded room
In my mind, I stand alone in a crowd
you walk by not noticing
Everyday I scream away
thinking about the sky
energy is leaving me
I pace back and forth
weaving a new kind of dance
the pillows and soft textures
tell a story of insanity
in my padded room
you are my reason for breathing
I walk around in my padded room
breathing in the peppermint
I feel the prick and the love your medicine
You leave me your card and a stain
on my heart
Kissing promises on my forehead
How do I find the differences
between your hello's and goodbye's
if you never leave?
The birds always sing your name
the trees carry thoughts of you
the breeze gives me new perfume
you are here
in my padded room
There is danger in the safety
Of you lingering in my nose
in my mind
I eat my apples and continue my pacing
Praying through the silence
in my padded room
you walk by not noticing
Everyday I scream away
thinking about the sky
energy is leaving me
I pace back and forth
weaving a new kind of dance
the pillows and soft textures
tell a story of insanity
in my padded room
you are my reason for breathing
I walk around in my padded room
breathing in the peppermint
I feel the prick and the love your medicine
You leave me your card and a stain
on my heart
Kissing promises on my forehead
How do I find the differences
between your hello's and goodbye's
if you never leave?
The birds always sing your name
the trees carry thoughts of you
the breeze gives me new perfume
you are here
in my padded room
There is danger in the safety
Of you lingering in my nose
in my mind
I eat my apples and continue my pacing
Praying through the silence
in my padded room
My deadly friend
My deadly friend
Hanging from this noose
I fashioned myself
keeping my sanityon the shelf
pushing myself to the end
this rope becomes my friend
cradles me and holds me close
as I become another ghost
swing me gently as I snap
watch me slipping into the trap
see me writhe in the silky web
watch my memories... away they ebb
the night begins to overcome the day
as I begin to fade away
Hanging from this noose
I fashioned myself
keeping my sanityon the shelf
pushing myself to the end
this rope becomes my friend
cradles me and holds me close
as I become another ghost
swing me gently as I snap
watch me slipping into the trap
see me writhe in the silky web
watch my memories... away they ebb
the night begins to overcome the day
as I begin to fade away
And it kills me that I need you more
Now I know
you'll never lose me.
You need my inspiration
to feel free.
You need me close
to feel miles away.
I'll never be
your Fairweather friend.
You will always need me
to feel the satisfaction
of self worth.
You will always need me
to fill the empty void
others leave behind.
You need me to gratify
that you aren't alone.
I am the drug
That helps you fly.
You need me....
you'll never lose me.
You need my inspiration
to feel free.
You need me close
to feel miles away.
I'll never be
your Fairweather friend.
You will always need me
to feel the satisfaction
of self worth.
You will always need me
to fill the empty void
others leave behind.
You need me to gratify
that you aren't alone.
I am the drug
That helps you fly.
You need me....
Crooked smile, blackhole
Crooked smile blackhole
Raven hair, pale skin
Just shoot them that look
everyone lets you in
Crooked smile blackhole
stealing the spotlight
Taking up space
Breaking girls hearts
with that pretty face
Crooked smile blackhole
I bet you don't care
that you break my heart
with your icy stare
Crooked smile blackhole
at it again
Going around, all over town
spreading your sin
Crooked smile blackhole
Have you got no soul?
You'll destroy us all
as you take control
Crooked smile blackhole
coming around
you contaminate the air
and never touch the ground
Crooked smile blackhole
how do you see
when choke me up
and make other bleed?
Crooked smile blackhole
with your heart of stone
why do you always come back?
Why won't you leave me alone?
Crooked smile blackhole
what will you do when everyone is gone
and no one is left to play games with you?
Raven hair, pale skin
Just shoot them that look
everyone lets you in
Crooked smile blackhole
stealing the spotlight
Taking up space
Breaking girls hearts
with that pretty face
Crooked smile blackhole
I bet you don't care
that you break my heart
with your icy stare
Crooked smile blackhole
at it again
Going around, all over town
spreading your sin
Crooked smile blackhole
Have you got no soul?
You'll destroy us all
as you take control
Crooked smile blackhole
coming around
you contaminate the air
and never touch the ground
Crooked smile blackhole
how do you see
when choke me up
and make other bleed?
Crooked smile blackhole
with your heart of stone
why do you always come back?
Why won't you leave me alone?
Crooked smile blackhole
what will you do when everyone is gone
and no one is left to play games with you?
Your role, your fantasy
Move on
with the show
Keep them laughing as you go
Don't let the mask fall
Can't show the tears
til the curtain call
With every role that you play
You can feel your sanity decay
Just give in, don't you fight
And you'll make it through another night
Everyday
The feelings still the same
Even after your name has changed
Life is never as light as the farce you wish it could be
You can try to hold on to your fantasies
But you'll just get crushed by reality
With every autograph you may sign
you feel you gave awaya piece of your life.
One day
The medication will help you to relate
to your reality
but until then
Just keep sinking into your fantasy...
with the show
Keep them laughing as you go
Don't let the mask fall
Can't show the tears
til the curtain call
With every role that you play
You can feel your sanity decay
Just give in, don't you fight
And you'll make it through another night
Everyday
The feelings still the same
Even after your name has changed
Life is never as light as the farce you wish it could be
You can try to hold on to your fantasies
But you'll just get crushed by reality
With every autograph you may sign
you feel you gave awaya piece of your life.
One day
The medication will help you to relate
to your reality
but until then
Just keep sinking into your fantasy...
A new blog!!!
Ah, the start of a fresh blog.
Yummm...
I already post a blog on myspace (go ahead and plug that right now... that's myspace.com/rtpgurl... yep) but I figured another website to blog on makes life so much sweeter.
Most of the time I just post poetry.
Other times I just go on and on about whatever....
yeah.
Yummm...
I already post a blog on myspace (go ahead and plug that right now... that's myspace.com/rtpgurl... yep) but I figured another website to blog on makes life so much sweeter.
Most of the time I just post poetry.
Other times I just go on and on about whatever....
yeah.
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