Documented Walk - Will Walks 1

The weather channel told me it was only -6* Celsius sadly I didn't pay attention to the windchill which surely was considerably affecting the over temperature. Either way, just a normal under dressed everyday winter walk.

[Song / Poem Thing] ??

I remember I met this girl,
and although we hadn't seen
or heard from the other for all those years between,
she stood still and unfettered
as I tried to learn my place,
how I wanted to look into her eyes and meet her face to face
in my haste however, I made some bad mistakes

until there was nothing left...

I created quite the mess that really fucked my chances
of her greeting me with a smile during all of my childish advances.
I want to tell her I'm sorry and it really wasn't me
but in hind sight had I known this would've happened
I would have gone to sleep,

with nothing left for me...

I wouldn't have held that hand
and made all those neurotic advances
would've kept to myself and not left everything to chances (failed)

when there would be something left.

I would've sat steady and observed the things I said
I didn't mean for all of this to blow right through her head,
and while I feel bad that she won't reply to me
chances are instead she's crying herself to sleep,
until there's nothing left.

Until there's nothing left to hold.



Thinking more on this, I wrote it a long time ago but It's not refined at all, still requires more work.

[Thoughtful] Rhetoric Patterning

Rhetoric Patterning

Rhetorical Patterning:

It's hard to pinpoint at what time I really did wake up last I slept, it's any ones guess what really happened during that night and what is proceeding into day light.

[love/rhyming] Short Poem, possible song

If you were rich
and I was poor
and I had money
and you had more
I'd still buy for you things you adore
because for you I can afford
things that shimmer and do not bore

things to show how much my feelings grown
things for you and you alone
because for you I can safely say
for nothing else I feel the way
should poverty come
should death come too
I'd be satisfied with only you

[Fiction[Whimsy/Fantasy] Paper, Clean That Room!

A short story for a friend, and it turned out to be weird and sorted and why 6 pages? I do not know.

“PAPER, THIS ROOM IS A MESS, I thought I told you to clean it?” Her mom scolds her as she walks in and sees her fondling Kitty.

“You did?”

“No excuses, clean it, NOW!” She exclaims and slams the door.

[Fiction[Comedy/Psychological] King Worry Prince Frantic / Paranoia Hill

^ That is a work title.

This was written last year some time by myself, with insight provided by my friends one of which being my internet spouse.

It's predicated around two insanely unstable people and has further been built upon but this was the first instance, a short story.
ENJOY


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[Fiction[Comedy/Parody] TV Ball

Now for something a little more fun, I was just talking with my friend and internet spouse? Slaren
http://slaren.deviantart.com (and some Tumblr account I can't remember.)

And for some reason I just thought about a bunch of inner-city youths playing a game that I saw in my head as a child kicking a TV while wearing a pair of work boots. And I guess it just expanded from there into some perverse parody of all sports and poverty inner-city areas.

I guess you can read some thoughts on the idea if you want, these excerpts are fairly "rough" in terms of finality.
Comedy is definitely something that comes to me a lot easier than drama and fantasy, but I'm trying to work on that particular area.

Check it out after the jump