Practice Makes Perfect

That look in your eye reminds me I am alive

for what?

I’m hanging on to what never was

and you’re hanging onto the maybe just because.


Nothing is as what it seems,

but it never has been.

Maybe it’s all in my head?

It might be nice if you’d choose to believe it instead.


Who would it be easier for,

me or you?

One of us is a fool

to think we can walk down this road

soon.


I’ll dry my eyes,

fix a smile, leave the sidelines.

I’ll face the crowd

My voice never aloud

You can see it in my eyes, for you I am not alive.

Lungs

Lay me down

In my best sunday dress, ruffles all around

The cold beneath romances itself down my spine

I breathe in, I know I’ll be fine.

The sparkle in your button brown eyes ignites a fire

You hold me under

Your spell

This isnt a spark I care to fuel

Suddenly this became a duel

Your grip on me isnt welcomed

I’m in love with the wrong one

Water fills my lungs

This is no longer fun

Holding me under your spell

I can’t recall when you fell

My dress swims the tide line

My last breath crosses the finish line

my chemical romance

I know..
you are my world
you are the person I want to grow old with
I see myself in your eyes
You are not perfect
But neither am I.

I know..
You’re a poison running through my veins
I don’t know when it began.
A thousand li(f)es won’t break this smile
To be with you all the while.

I know..
I live like this because you’re not around
I try to get up but I fall to the ground.
Breathe life back into me so my heart can beat again.
I don’t want this to be my end.

professional unprofessional or just creatively challenged? Time will tell

So, I am writing a couple of script outlines. My 'unofficial better half' has demanded that I focus everything on outlines first rather than jumping into actual script, which is my bad habit. He's right and I know this, because as a writer I know my faults and bad habits. I also know when an idea works and I stick with it no matter how many rewrites it takes to nail it. (or how much it kicks my butt)

One feature is about a young photographer with AIDS set in 1980s New York, which is proving to be a battle for me. But a good one. The story is about a young straight male who contracts HIV, developing into AIDS and how little was known about the disease back when it was first discovered. I think people have a big misconception about HIV and AIDS to understand that it can effect anyone who has shared needles, has unprotected sex or a housewife whom contracts it from a blood transfusion as a result of childbirth. There is a stigma about the disease and thats one of the reasons why this story nags me to write it. Not to change everyone's opinion on the matter, but to show people that it doesnt efect a slim group of people. After ten years on the story, I havent given up just yet and I know I wont.

I started writing this story when I worked as a hotel front desk clerk for The Holiday Inn and the nights were so slow that I snuck my notebok out and wrote for at least 4 hours. I can seriously thank Tom Hanks for his performance in 'Philadelphia' for this script. The story of a succesful, intelligent, educated man with AIDS suing his boss for wrongful dismissal was facinating to say the least. Not to mention, this movie is brilliant. The writing, directing and acting is fantastic and if you havent seen it, you simply must.

Another script I am working on is about teenage bullying bewteen a shy girl and a popular girl. Its a side story which will be written into my teenage book series called Wallflower. You can find two snippets that will be in the book on this blog and my other blog leeleewoods.wordpress.com.
The idea for this story, I actually performed as a solo piece when I was 17 for my acting final in high school. I also performed this in an acting showcase when I was 18. I got an A for it, and I'm proud of the script I wrote, so Im extending the material.
The whole scene revolved around the shy girl whom had accidently killed her bully with a gun the other girl was holding. The scene took place in a church as the shy girl spoke to god whom she asked for forgiveness. At the time, Romeo and Juliet had just came out and I took the end scene setting from that movie with the candles in a church and worked it into my story. It was great, so I'm writing this as a feature.

I also want to write a script that explore the music scene because I like all types of music. light, dark, poppy, opera, punk, dance, country. its all good.

Only thing now to do is finish both stories and get them out there.
B.

Poem #26

Open my eyes
to my surprise
nothing is as it seems

Below my feet is the cold ground
where to turn but follow the sound

of your voice calling my name
throw me like a dice
in this neverending game

You bleed my heart so easy
remove these thorns and release me