You know how I know
I'm not a pessimist?
Because I love the rain.
You may see gloom
And soaking misery.
I see the world
Being washed clean
One drop at a time.
It all adds up,
Collecting in puddles,
To reflect back the sky.
Try to break free
The more you fight
The more delight
For you see
The more tangled
In her web you’ll be
I am a Gemini.
Sign of the Zodiac;
Symbol: The Twins.
Duality is part of my nature.
There is a side of me the world sees,
And a side only I know is there.
Duality is present in all things, I believe.
Good and evil.
Dark and light.
Yin and yang.
And the only way
To preserve who we are
Is to choose one
Or the other.
This is a quick draft (not quite script format) of a story for hannahbee’s thoughts on self-fulfilling prophecy.
PATRICK and his sister, RACHEL, are walking along a street fair on their way to have lunch together when Rachel spots a palm reader.
Patrick leaves the store, embarrassed. He walks back to his car with his head down, ashamed to lift his eyes after behaving irrationally. A woman's voice causes him to look up.
She wrote a line across my forearm with her roll on perfume,
For stems' sake, and to add a few notes, here are the lyrics in a separate RECord. Listen to the song here, and let's do this, female singers!!
THE BALLAD OF MOLLIE THE SECONDHAND DOLLIE
I used to be, if I say so myself
The envy of all other dollies [maybe "dollies" should be quarter notes instead of eighths?]
Girls came in droves to grab me off the shelf
And put me in their parents' trolleys
I traveled the world; made its leaders my pals
And appeared in a few moving pictures
A beacon of class and a role model to gals
I was the perfect mixture
Soon I was paired up by marketing teams
With the tall, dark, handsome Victor®
He took me places of which I'd but dreamed
No wonder they called him an "action figure" [raspiness on "action" is key!]
Not long after that, people turned and they flocked
To some little trollop named Carlie® [figured I can't say "Barbie" ;) , also eighth notes again?]
They pushed me aside and cast me to the dark
In a chest with the stickers and lollies
Now I gather dust in this secondhand shop
Girls pass by without a clue
And to the first choices all sitting on top:
The second hand's tickin' for you
-The year is 2077. A dying inventor finishes his greatest creation-a giant mechanical man named Herbert.
-The old man lives in a bunker with Herbert. He shows Herbert old movies and teaches him about life
-Through Voice Over narration, we discover that war has been waging outside for many years and the old man has retreated to this bunker to finish his research before he dies.
-One day the old man starts coughing. Herbert comes over to him and holds him in his arms. The old inventor dies in his arms saying "you, my son, are the last of us"
-After a few weeks, Herbert ventures out of the bunker.
-The world has become a mountain of rock and ash. There is no sign of life anywhere.
-Herbert buries the old man just outside of the bunker
-Herbert decides to walk on, unsure of what to do. What can he do?
-A brief montage of shots of Herbert walking fading into one another to show the passage of time
-Cut to Herbert leaning up against a large black stump. Looks like once upon a time it would have been a very great tree
-We hear the sounds of a bird chirping in the distance
-Herbert looks up slowly
-Cut to Herbert POV-looking out at the wide empty dead remnants of an Earth that was. A small faint shape presents itself, flying towards Herbert
-Slow track shot in on Herbert as he looks up
-The bird flys in and lands on Herberts shoulder
-Herbert is shocked to see this strange creature. He slowly reaches his hand up to his shoulder.
-The bird walks off his shoulder onto his hand. He pulls his hand down and looks at the bird.
-The bird looks up at him
-Cut to Herbert walking through the forest with Isle on his shoulder. Similar montage as before to show time passing.
-The pair comes up to a thicket
-Herbert decides to trudge on through, but Isle tries to stop him
-Herbert puts Isle aside and goes on through
-After struggling to get through, Herbert ends up getting caught up in the vines
-He struggles in the vines and tries to escape.
-Isle watches his friend struggle and decides to get involved. He flys over and strarts tugging at the vines, trying to untangle Herbert.
-The struggle takes a lot out of Isle. He finally is able to loosen enough of the vines that Herbert is able to break free
-Isle flies away a little bit and then falls down out of the sky.
-This gives Herbert the strength to bust out of the vines. He moves as quickly as his giant body will allow him over to where his friend has fallen
-Isle is on the ground and breathing extremely slowly, his eyes slowing closing.
-Herbert picks Isle up into his arms and looks down at him.
-We cross cut back and forth between Herbert holding the dying Inventor in his arms and Herbert holding little Isle in his hands.
-Finally Herbert lays down his little friend on the ground and hands his head.
-We cut to a Close-up of Herbert. He buries his metal head in his large hands.
-Suddenly, we hear the sounds of a bird chirping.
-Herbert takes his hands away to reveal Isle standing up on the ground, looking up at him quizzically
-Herbert reaches out scoops up his friend and throws him on his shoulder
-Cut to Close-up of Isle looking out proud
-We pan out to reveal he's sitting atop Herbert's shoulder
-The pair walk off together, ready to take on the world
**No idea if this is too long/broad in scope to work, but I just had the story idea and wanted to write it up. I really fell in love with these characters and can't wait to see more contributions to this awesome collaboration!**
Time is a curious pattern of incidents.
Everything that came before impacts everything that comes after. Yet history itself is malleable. As they say, the winners write the history books. How does documenting history change it? How much does it change our future?
Light in my life,
Darkness in my soul,
Humanity and Holiness,
clashing like the Waves
against a single Palm Tree,
on a Journey,
not to find
That Which Is
the Wave to break to,
but a Journey
for Journey's sake;
to open Ourselves
to the Creation,
not concerning Ourselves,
with the After;
to do Good
for Those who need it;
to be as One
for Love's sake,
that We can feel
the Blessing of Life:
In That Which Is Now.
your soft, smooth skin
can't hide the
tips of your
that jut out
along your arms
are impossible to ignore
as you walk on the street
and turn in your
is it hard to
inside that stretchy
skin of yours?
why don't you
we all see
*spacing how help