"It's not worth going to bed to dream in soft and bittersweet whispers if the nightmares flood back with a roar too loud to be deafening."
The sleeping nightmares
Hit hardest while I
Was still in grade school.
Friends and family
Were lost to, among
Other things, crossfire
In a dark monstrous
Museum; and an
Old farmhouse that went
And turned my own
Mother into a large
Evil son killing wasp.
Over time I learned
How to stop or change
The nightmares mid-dream
It often worked.
the waking night-
mares are less predictable.
more random than a bag of sledgehammers and more precise
than a noose. sometimes they come in long a
I want you to love me.
I know that I am fat and,
I know that I am ugly but,
I want you to love me.
To accept my shortcomings.
To accept my foolish-ness.
To accept my stupid-ness.
To accept me and my failings.
We both have problems
we can solve.
We both have needs
we will meet.
We both have love
we must share.
So please settle for me.
Untitled Writing Assignment 10 by PaulGGmilltn, literature
Literature
Untitled Writing Assignment 10
(HANK will frequently stutter and jumble up his lines. The instances of stuttering, jumbling up of lines, and ad-libing will be at the actors digression, but stuttering and jumbling up of lines must be used liberally.)
HANK
I wasn't ever good enough for her. Oh geeze it was like, like I couldn't do anything right, like I was always messing up. So I'd gone, I'd went to pick her up right? And I'm still in my freakin' work clothes because I didn't don't have time to change and she was, her face got so disgusted. It was just going to be a quick drop by toppers for christs sake. Not the ballet or something and not the…I don't know, not
Draft 5.25
Paul Graham
English 430
417 Tuesdays Ago
I had three memories of Acadia before I lost my voice; the day my parents brought her home from the maternity ward, how dutifully I took her trick or treating, and the day she threw up some tomato juice I gave her.
The day my parents told me about Mom being pregnant with Acadia was a forgettable day, one I didn't treat seriously at all. This would have been something like the third week of August, 1995 because I we'd gotten back from the trip to Norfolk but I hadn't started the 3rd grade yet. We were at a grocery store. Mom and Dad were happy and full of energy, Mom didn't have a fat