I went to a Harry Potter party tonight and I saw this woman that was so incredibly fake that I decided to observe her for a few minutes. This poem is about her.
Simple green skirt
With crisp white polka dots
Perfect pearls lay around her neck
She clutches her brown bag
Fake wide smile
Eyes are squinted
Revealing her true age
Caked make up and little wrinkles
She missed a tiny spot
Oblivious
Eyes scan the room
Through her thick mascara
Plastered grin is still on display
Catching a glimpse of him
He's uneasy
Stupid comment
No reaction received
She's making a fool of herself
Yet she's so persistent
How pathetic
Adjusts herself
Her husband hovers near
Unable to confront his wife
He inaudibly sighs
And holds her hand
Friday, July 20, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Fur Elise
I really don't have the patience to update the other blog anymore so this is presently my primary blog I suppose.
I have an idea for a story but I haven't written in so long I fear I'll do the concept injustice. It would told from the point of view of a nurse in a juvenile mental hospital/insane asylum. She'd be talking about her experiences with a 16-17 year old boy. He would constantly confide in her that he really wasn't insane and that his father was royalty in a European country who placed him there for protection. The story would come to her in bits and pieces from him but she would remain unconvinced and just wrote him off as mentally ill. There would be little events here and there such as her discovering a ring with a royal-looking crest on it.. etc. which would make her think for a moment that it was true. Towards the end she has a glimmer of belief that this young boy is telling the truth and finally sits down with him and he tells her everything about his father and the riches in his family etc with great enthusiasm. A a week or so after speaking with the boy he commits suicide in his room. The nurse wants to see if everything the boy told her was true so she consults whoever is dealing with the body and such. He pulls up his file and tells the nurse that the boy was born in New Jersey, that his mother died soon after he was born, his brother was killed in a car accident, and his father's occupation was a historian. So none of it was ever true.. the boy was quite normal.
I have an idea for a story but I haven't written in so long I fear I'll do the concept injustice. It would told from the point of view of a nurse in a juvenile mental hospital/insane asylum. She'd be talking about her experiences with a 16-17 year old boy. He would constantly confide in her that he really wasn't insane and that his father was royalty in a European country who placed him there for protection. The story would come to her in bits and pieces from him but she would remain unconvinced and just wrote him off as mentally ill. There would be little events here and there such as her discovering a ring with a royal-looking crest on it.. etc. which would make her think for a moment that it was true. Towards the end she has a glimmer of belief that this young boy is telling the truth and finally sits down with him and he tells her everything about his father and the riches in his family etc with great enthusiasm. A a week or so after speaking with the boy he commits suicide in his room. The nurse wants to see if everything the boy told her was true so she consults whoever is dealing with the body and such. He pulls up his file and tells the nurse that the boy was born in New Jersey, that his mother died soon after he was born, his brother was killed in a car accident, and his father's occupation was a historian. So none of it was ever true.. the boy was quite normal.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Higgins Returns
The last week and a half has been incredibly strange. There is this hovering feeling that something is slightly off yet somehow it feels really good. I guess I'm just enjoying a change for once, even though the change came suddenly and painfully. A lot of people came out of the woodwork for me this week to cheer me up which I really appreciate. I seem to be finally getting exponentially better everyday. Horray and such.
My birthday is in two days which is really unbelievable. Time is moving so quickly now that I've stopped religiously keeping track of it. I'm going to New York City with Dan. I'm not exactly sure what we're doing but I look forward to whatever he has planned. I like Dan.
My birthday is in two days which is really unbelievable. Time is moving so quickly now that I've stopped religiously keeping track of it. I'm going to New York City with Dan. I'm not exactly sure what we're doing but I look forward to whatever he has planned. I like Dan.
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