Living Versus Surviving

Surviving

The wind rises, dust surrounds me.
I'm in a desert of emotions that I can't name or touch.
My happiness is a mirage on the horizon.
I keep trying to reach it, but I lose my sense of direction.
Caught here in this land not living, just surviving;
The sun beats down on me like a depressive state
Pulling me into myself, lost, I see nothing.
The darkness of night engulfs me in my loneliness.
Tears well up like a rain storm causing you to take cover,
But they disapate before they have time to be acknowledged.
A tornado of feeling swirls around me,
Threating to throw me like a doll from a house.
It moves too quickly for me to react.
And it leaves as quickly as it came.
For now I survive, but for how long?

Old Poems

Alone (circa 2004)

Silently crying,
In a room full of people,
Alone.

My love has left me,
And my tears fall,
All around me,
Alone.

I wish you where here,
Holding me close,
But here I am,
Alone.

Lonely (circa 2004)

One heart,
Beating softly in the night.
Waiting for her lover,
She holds his pillow tight.

Waiting, wishing, wanting
For his return.
Alone in thier bedroom,
Oh, how she does yearn.

One heart,
Beating softly in the night.
Waiting for her lover,
She holds his pillow tight.

The Bride

(A single spot comes up on a young woman in a wedding dress)

WOMAN

I, Jeff, take thee, Lisa, to be my lawful wedded wife to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer. And forsaking all others, be faithful only to you as long as we both shall live...BULLSHIT! How can you sit through a wedding and listen to these bogus words and think: forever? How can you stand across from anyone and think that these words will keep you both honest until death do you part? Or would we rather honesty? I, Bradley, take thee, Shanna, to be my wedded wife. I promise to try to love you for the rest of my life, but if I don't I'll give you half, in accordance with our pre-nup. I know that people want romance and love that lasts...a fairy tale. A fictional story told to keep boys and girls in line. But why do we need this...this big ceremony...this show? When did 'I love you' stop being enough? Three little words with so much meaning...I love you. It's the hardest thing to say to another person, yet we stage entire productions based on them. Oh, you don't think a wedding is a production? Well it is...right down to set and costumes. Everything is scripted, there's even an audience and a director...father of the bride: the producer...the stars: the Bride and Groom...supporting cast: brides maids and grooms men...Shit, there's even comic relief: the flower girl, spinning in her dress, and the ring bearer, playing hide-and-seek with the best man...I'm not saying I don't believe in love...I just don't know how I feel about forever...

(As lights fade to black)

MALE VOICEOVER

You may now kiss the bride.

(BLACK OUT)

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