Independent #10

So I was listening to Wasted Years by Cold and Numb by Ill Nino. Both have a common emotion so I used it to create this piece. I basically wrote it because it is due and I'd like to pass this class :-D

Looking back on the days past, what, out of everything he did, meant something? What was actually important? Did he change the world?

When he was younger he had hopes, dreams. He would make an impact on the world; he would be worshipped, loved, adored and revered above all others.

Now he sat in his lonely 20,000 square foot mansion on the beach with stacks of empty vodka bottles and piles of naked bodies, all of whom he didn’t know. He had the money, the looks, the women, everything. He was one of the world’s most eligible bachelors. But what was the cost?

She had walked out on him at the very beginning of his upward spiral. She saw his corruption, his demons, his panic, his insanity. He had experienced his fear, anger and frustration.

Looking once more at the picture he kept of her on his desk, he felt that familiar feeling threaten to erupt from him. The tears began to push at the back of his eyelids. Tears of pain, regret, anger, and hatred.

With a swift movement he grabbed the delicate frame and smashed it against the wall.

“Out!! All of you out!!”

Scared and drunk and stoned all the faceless body parts began to run around looking for clothes and sprinted out of the house.

And once more he was alone, with his bottle, his only real true love.

Uplifting Frosh Assignment

Dear Furture Freshmen,

You will rise and you will fall, only to rise once more as you cross that stage for your diploma and throw your cap into the air. Then you will remember every triumph and failure; every heartthrob and heartbreak; every best friends betrayal; every hypocrisy; every loss; every stupid choice you (or your friends) make; every experiment you do (in and out of school); every party you attend. Until that day you will regret every moment that you didn’t make the best of. But don’t worry none of this will haunt you as you cross that puny stage. That single piece of paper with the stamped on signatures of people who never really cared will make it all worth it.

Enjoy!!!

Why Do You Love Me? -Garbage

I'm no barbie doll
I'm not your baby girl
I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes
And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines
I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed
So what if I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word?
Nothing ever smells of roses that rises out of mud

Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me

You're not some little boy
Why you acting so surprised
You're sick of all the rules
Well I'm sick of all your lies
Now I've held back a wealth of shit, I think I'm gonna choke
I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in my throat
Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't feel good?
Nothing ever came from nothing man
Oh man, ain't that the truth

Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me

I get back up and I do it againI get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it againI get back up and I do it, I do it again

I think you're sleeping with a friend of mine
I have no proof but I think that I'm right
And you've still got the most beautiful face
It just makes me sad most of the time
I get back up and I do it againI get back up and I do it again
I get back up and I do it againI get back up and I do it, I do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again

Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy
Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me
Why do you love me

Independent #9

So me and my buddy are sitting here bored and talking. she told me to write about her because we're that crazy. So this is for Michele. <3

So in second grade I met a loud, rambunctious individual who to this day I continue to call me best friend.

When we first met we going through the crazy OMG *NSYNC AND BACKSTREET BOYS stage of our lives. And yes today, to relive old times, we still rock out to them, running down the halls singing “Tearin’ up My Heart”, or “As Long As You Love Me” ignoring the stares and glares.

We’ve gone through so many different and crazy stages during our years together. There was the Spice Girls stage, the Brittany Spears stage, and the Volleyball stage.

We are so different in so many ways now people wonder why we are friends. While she prefers to wear baby blue and listen to Eminem, I prefer to wear black and listen to Marilyn Manson.

She has seen me through my first real crush, my first boyfriend, and my first heartbreak.

My first heartbreak was only a few weeks before my Sweet Sixteen. It was there that Michele laid her eyes upon her future husband. A friend of my brother and three years older. Now more than a year later she is still in love with him.

Independent #8

I was never in this horrible of a relationship, it was more emotional for me so I transferred it into a physical thing. I think that people are more affected by that than mental abuse although the effect is vertually the same and can have the same outcome. So it's based on a past relationship but it is not a true recollection of evens. More of a what could have happened kinda thing.


Running. She was always running. Her fear controlled her life, dictated her actions, ruled her new relationship. Her fear of love, of commitment, of vulnerability. But mostly her fear of Rocky. That boy for whom she would have killed at one point. But not anymore. Not after it all.

“Where are you going tonight?” he asked innocently, sitting on her couch watching her meticulously groom herself.

“The Batcave,” she replied simply.

“What’s that?” he asked inquisitively.

“It’s this really awesome gothic club in the city. Me, Kim and Alex are going to meet a few of his friends there to celebrate Alex’s birthday.”

“Alex is going….” He stated, the tension in his voice rising.

Shit!

“I thought I told you, you can never see him! You’re not allowed to talk to him, see him, or even think of him!” he screamed in her face. Grabbing her shoulders he shoved her. Hard. Into her mirror, shattering it. She fell with the shards, slicing into her. She didn’t feel a thing. Not his heel digging into her stomach, his hands clenching her throat, his knee crushing her wrist until it snapped.

Help.

Hours later she lay naked on the cold floor of the bathroom, her blood pooling around her, tears streaming down her face.

“Kyra?”

No, no, no please leave me alone. Please go away.

“Oh my God! Kyra! What happened to you???”

Blinking through her tears she saw him. Alex, standing in the doorway, staring at her in horror.

Go. Go before he comes back.

She wanted to scream at him to run but her throat ached and burned. All she could do was lay her forehead on the floor and let her sobs shake her body and speak for her.

Without a word Alex knelt before her and wrapped his arms around her, soothing her, cradling her ever so gently.

“What the f***!!!!”

Oh no. God please no!

The rest is a blur. The fighting, cursing, yelling, the blood, all warped into a mess of emotions.

She stood in the cemetery staring down at the dirt at her feet.

“Alex Smith. July 14th, 1982- July 14th, 2007.”

Now almost a year later she still feared him. Though he is locked behind bars hundreds of miles away she froze at the name. He sent her letters professing his love, saying that they’d be together once he got out.

Aiden tried to calm her, protect her, make her feel safe in the home they made. But she could never forget. Never forget his blood soaking her as she lay helpless beneath him. The guilt consumed her, ate away at her.

The pills slowly, painlessly put her into a peaceful sleep.

Independent #7 Intro

Sorry I forgot the intro on the last one. I know it must have distressed you all (*cough* Popken *cough cough*). God Forbid. Will you ever forgive me???

Anyway. Yeah I decided to have a little fun with schizophrenia and people being crazy. Unlike my past pieces, this piece WASN'T based on personal experience....Honest it wasn't! But yeah so it's weird and I once again didn't outright tell you what was going on in it because that would make it too easy for you.

Independent #7

I’ve really f***** things up this time. Why did I have to drink? Why did I have to lie? Now the only guy I’ve cared about since Him, hates me.
Come now, he doesn’t hate you.
Well maybe he doesn’t hate me, but she sure as hell isn’t fond of me.
All is not lost. He said that he had feelings for you.
He had had feelings for me? How could I not have seen it? Because he told me he was falling for his ex again. What would any girl do? Pursue someone who was obviously giving hints that his thoughts were not on her? That’s such a hopeless cause!!
But it wasn’t was it?
No, now he said that just because he was getting feelings for his ex doesn’t mean he didn’t have them for me. How was I supposed to know that? What am I psychic?”
You realize what you have to do don’t you?
No I can’t. I won’t! That’s wrong.
No it’s right and yes we can and yes we will!
NO I WON’T!! THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU THIS IS ABOUT ME!!! YOU DON’T EXIST!
You wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for me! Have you forgotten already all that I’ve done for you, you ungrateful little b****! Remember? Remember HIM?
What are you talking about? You didn’t do anything. I dumped him because of what he did. You didn’t do anything. I dumped him.
And you haven’t heard a thing from or about him since have you.
No, I haven’t. He just disap…..Oh my God. What did you do?!?!?!
What had to be done. He had to learn his lesson. And you were too weak to do it. So I had to. I had to crawl out of the dark and save you.
You horrible, horrible creature. You b****, you f***ing lying b****!!!!
I’m not a b****. I’m you.
No, no you’re not. No leave me alone. Get away from me. Oh I feel so dirty. Oh God I’m going to be sick.
I’m a part of you. You can’t ever escape me. You’re bond to me forever.