Sometimes I feel empty. Like there is a hole inside of me. An emptiness that seems to burn. I think. That if someone lifted my heart to their ear, they would probably hear the ocean. And did you notice? There`s a circle around the moon this evening -- A sign of trouble not far behind. But I dont care. I dream of being whole one day. Of not going to sleep each night wanting and wanting. But sometimes, when I hear those crickets sing outside of my window and I listen to the rain fall across the roof, I dream of a love that even time will lie down for. I just want to be loved by someone. I don`t know. Maybe I`ve already had my happiness. But ton
LOST
A MONOLGUE
Have I ever told you that I was lost? I figured this out in an empty theatre a month ago, at three in the morning. What a great time for an epiphany… three in the morning. I started asking questions that no one could answer… and no one ever did. Do you know how frustrating that is? I wished there was a target I could vent my frustrations at, but I looked at the guy next to me, who was also trying to figure it out, and suddenly it hit me... He's lost too. I suppose that it's some slight concession to know that someone else is lost, and I'm not the only one. Well great, I now know that I am lost, and not alone. Where's the ben
Sometimes, I stand on rooftops waiting for lightning
But all I get, is soaked with rain
Sometimes, I swim too deep, waiting to be drowned
But all I get, is air to breathe
Maybe if I swam on rooftops …
Monologue: Vampyre
(first draft)
I move with the agility of a bird, on light feet and clear intention. I am of unbreakable bones and unblemished flesh, immortality flows through my veins, and I have no use for air. I am a legend embodied, a myth personified. I live on death and perceive through pain, yet my love for existence is greater than the sun is hot.
You will recall such creatures as myself from literature in the genre of horror, and from motion pictures full with gore and heart-tugging scream. But the truth of my kind is far from horrible. To ignorant minds yes, we are a force to be feared, but to those who are willing to be wise
Love: A Monologue of My Own by Emocinderella, literature
Literature
Love: A Monologue of My Own
Love was never meant to be easy. You'd think it was, the way it's portrayed. In the movies, the boy and the girl always fall in love in the end. They just can't help it. I've always wanted a love like that. I'm sure I'm not the only one, either. We all saw the boy-meets-girl scene, the joy of falling for someone, and the way the characters lived out their dreams. Knowing full well that they were just actors, filling the roles they were given, reading from a page that was written by some starry-eyed writer. But we wanted it too.
I once starred in romance, the most movie-like romance you could get. It was so cleche. But I
What?
Are you joking? Mama, you're joking, right?
No…No…
I just saw him last month…smiling. Laughing. Back-flipping… alive.
It's impossible. You're lying. You're lying!
No! It's not true. It can't be true.
He was my friend. I mean…He is my friend. I love him.
He's… he's him. He can't die. He doesn't die. Nobody I know has ever died, my friends don't die.
Stop telling me. STOP TELLING ME. It's not true. I can't believe you're doing this.
Mama don't…. No it's NOT OK. He's- he's not. I was gonna call him…I was gonna tell him I loved him and I missed him. And-and I'm so glad he's my friend. He means so much to me. You can't take th
(Diana has spent the last several minutes writing furiously at her desk. Shes torn and thrown several pages, obviously frustrated, on the verge of tears. She finally breaks and rips at her hair, crying)
Diana
Ive been working on this for days. Maybe that means itll be good or maybe that means I suck, I dont know. Whoever says this is easy can shove it up their ass, because- (She pauses with a sob) My God, it doesnt go away. Its like this sick, black wave, pulling me down. I cant breathe. I need to cry and I cant, I just- (Thoughtful) Thank goodness I wasnt born a boy. Its harder fo
I cried so hard and so long, that I forgot how to stop crying.
You see, before you, there were others, of course there were, but...
But I just... I just never knew anything could be this real.
I never had anything to hold onto in my life, and then you came along.
You were so ignorant to the darkness around me,
And while it seemed to stop others, you kept moving towards me.
I mean... The way you hugged me, made me feel... It made me feel whole.
It made me think it was fate brought us together, and it was my destiny,
That I was to be with you forever,
And that it was to love and care for you always.
We really did have something didn't