Inspired by "Track 4"

He's running, his muscles aching, beads of sweat running down his face until they meet and form with the liquid running from his eyes, molding a perfect tear. He keeps on running, through the woods, through the main roads, through the park- He cannot risk stopping. His breathing is now heavy and so are his feet. It's getting hard to keep up the pace, the wind pushing against his face, mocking him, trying to slow him down. Maybe fate is against him.

And she's at home. Waiting for his key in the lock, looking out her window, hoping to see his face. After all, there are so many things left unsaid, so many things that she could have said better. Her bags are packed, her passport in her hand. There are so many things she should take back... She didn't mean the things she said when she lost her temper... Why isn't he calling? She's shivering all over, thinking of his touch... Why doesn't he care? He would be here with her if he did... Glancing at the huge clock on her bedroom wall, she puts on her shoes, slowly, reluctantly. One more hurtful glance at the now half empty flat and she bangs the front door shut.

His heaving chest is about to explode, his legs give in and while his mind is still focused, his body refuses to play along and he stops. The rain is pissing down, as if everything is against him, everything is against him getting to her on time. He decides to screw his plan of catching her at home and starts towards the airport. His phone is soaked but the battery died anyway. The frustration and anger almost lifts him off his feet and again, he's off.

She's getting out of the cab and runs for the airport before the rain soaks through her dress. He's running too, but his throbbing heart is ripping at his chest, begging him to stop, to slow down, but he won't. He knows he's running out of time, he knows he has to speed up in order to get to her, not vice versa. He knows he could be too late. She's walking towards the desk now, reluctantly dragging her feet, looking at her watch, She accepts that he isn't going to come and as if a child giving up her favorite toy, she hands over her passport and boarding pass as a tear forms at the corner of her eye. He's at the entrance now, pushing open the door, he looks all around, about to call out her name when he spots her. He would of ran towards her, would have screamed her name, he would have tried to get through the ticket inspectors to get to her, but his heart sank and he knew his was too late. Maybe fate was against him.

Life under the sea

Little Mermaid: (searches for something)
Flounder: (Looks up from 'fishes in the news today')You lost them again, haven't you...?
Little Mermaid: They were around here somewhere.. I haven't lost them, I have simply... misplaced them, is all...
Flounder: ... You've lost them havn't you?
Little Mermaid: (on the verge of tears) Yes. I don't know what to do! I have to go up to see Eric tonight. I, I- Flounder... You know you're my favourite little fishy in the who-
Flounder: Forget it.
Little Mermaid: Ah come on, gimme a break!
Flounder: I am NOT looking for them again, you have to look after your stuff Ariel. (Goes back to reading newspaper)
Little Mermaid: FINE but don't hold your breathe while waiting for me to bring you back more fish food from above! (Swims out of the room in a strop)
(15 minutes later, Ariel swims back in with her head held down)
Flounder: (Not looking up from newspaper) Didn't find them then?
Little Mermaid: (Gives the fish a nasty look) Maybe I would have if I had a decent FRIEND to help me look for them.
Flounder: Ah, alright alright, (Wiggles fins, about to move from his comfy chair of seaweed when he spots them) Erm, Ariel?
Little Mermaid: What? What is it now, what do you want? If you're gonna make a stupid rema-
Flounder: Looked behind the coral reefs?
Little Mermaid: (Turns bright red) Yes well, (clears throat) thanks. I had a feeling they were there all along, I mean, yes, I was going to look there next in fact.
Flounder: Goes back to newspaper
Ariel gathers her belongings and swims up to the surface but reconsiders and swims back towards Flounder
Little Mermaid: (Hugs Flounder and whispers) Thank you, thank you!
Flounder: (Shocked at the sudden show of emotion) Erm, yes, well it's quite alright, now go, off with you! Don't want to be late seeing Prince Eric now do you? Go on! (Goes back to newspaper looking annoyed)
Little Mermaid: ((Kisses her little fish friend and swims up to the surface while clumsily putting on her legs before she reaches land
Flounder: (Looks up at the struggling mermaid/girl and gives a chuckle, then goes back to his newspaper.

Task 22

(A young couple lying on a field on a summers night)

Girl: What do you think they are, all them stars out there? (Looks to the sky with a wondering gaze)
Boy: (smiles) Well, scientists have proved that they're distant planets, and other suns, and that... (pauses) but I like to think they're wishes.
Girl: (Looks at him with suspicion in her eyes) Wishes?
Boy: Yes, wishes.. (closes his eyes, apparently satisfied with his answer)
Girl: You mean, you think, like, if I wished for something, it would turn into a star? (she asks mockingly, sitting up to look at him)
Boy: Yes, and when there's no hope of wishes ever coming true, they fall to earth and crash, or simply burn out, I guess.. Just a theory.. (He begins to blush realising how fantastic it all sounds)
Girl: (smiles down at him) You're weird, but I wouldnt have it any other way
(She bends down to kiss him and they lay on their backs, side by side)
(Long pause)
Girl: So, what do you wish for?
Boy: (Long pause before answering) Mostly, I wish.. Ah it's stupid.
Girl: Ah come on! Tell me
Boy: Mostly I wish for us to last forever (He says really fast, turning red again)
(He steals a glance at her, catches her eye and looks away)
Girl: (Smiles to herself)
(There's a silence)
Girl: Oh shoot! I have to go home! Look how late it is! Oh no, my parents are gonna freak! (She scrambles to her feet) I, I have to go-
Boy: When will I see you again ( He sits up)
Girl: Um, I, Ah I dunno (She starts to walk away) I'll let you know, I really have to go, you know what they're like.. I'll call you, maybe.

(Before he can get to his feet, she's running down the hill, and then out of sight.
And it's as if all the stars had burned out in his heart that night...)

That's life

(An elderly woman sits on a rocking chair by a window, slowly rocking back and forth)
(Spot light on the woman in the rocking chair)
(She notices the audience, stops rocking and looks startled)
Oh! Hello.. I didn't see you there in the shadows, you gave me a fright. (She half smiles) I was miles away..
(She goes back to rocking on her chair, there's a silence)

It's not that I've had a bad life, I have done what every human being was put on this earth to do, I tried to lead as full a life as possible... Oh what fun we used to have when we were young (She chuckles) When we were young... (Short pause) Most of the years gone by seem like distant memories to me now. But still, I have served my purpose I think, to the best of my ability and have had a good life. As for regrets? Well, we all have a few... Would we be fully human if we didn't? (She smiles faintly) To be quite truthful, I have a few regrets too many... Perhaps if I was at the right place, at the right time, maybe if I had been nicer to my mother, not had such awful arguments with my friends, perhaps if I hadn't of let him go...
(There's a long silence and the woman starts to rock back and forth again)

My father, he always told me a life without passion, without love is a life half lived and I can sit here all night and tell you my stories, my fading memories, but I can't tell you of a life spent with someone I truly loved, no... A part of me has always felt somewhat, (She struggles to find the wordsempty, somewhat.. lonely. All alone in a room full of people..
I remember my mother, how beautiful she looked in that yellow summer's dress (She smiles to herself) I remember my father, how he looked at her with such adoring eyes.. You could see him looking at his whole world. He loved her, truly loved her...
(She puts on a deep voice, imitating a man's) "A life lived without love, is a life half lived" , he'd keep telling me.. Oh but I did love... A long, long time ago (she looks out the window) I must have just hit 16, and I remember the day I saw him as clear in my mind as if it was yesterday. I got lost you see, walking up the hilltops in the country side and at first, I was quite taken-aback when a boy- not much older than me it seemed- was running towards me! (She smiles at the memory) I have never seen such a sight, I wondered what all the fuss was about, and when he finally caught up to me, the first thing he said when he cought his breath was "Im sorry miss, but it's just that I've never seen a pair of blue eyes that shine as bright as yours" (She gives a short laugh) He told me he's William, at my service. He had my heart right there and then, I was hooked. We spent the day together, and the whole summer after that. It seemed there was no one else who understood me better... And the deep green of his eyes, ah, it was almost deep enough to drown in. I fell in love instantly, as many young hearts tend to do... But of course, the summer ended and we had to say our goodbyes.. The world doesn't wait for anyone, you see...
I have never told anyone about William, not even my husband, I did love my late husband of course, but it was more of a brotherly love, not a love filled with passion and desire, it was more of ( A pause) a deep friendship, and that was fine, I only married him because it seemed to be what my parents wanted, the finest gentleman around, what a great catch... Indeed he was, and we shared many happy times together but you see, William... (She smiles to herself) William was my first love. After all these years, I have never found a love so deep, so true... I have known passion, I have known such a love that could have been mistaken for obsession even, total adoration for another human being... (A long pause) A love, that lasted for one summer, and that summer lasted a lifetime in my heart. There's a silence
(The old woman falls silently still and glances down at her aging hands)
I have often thought of getting in contact with him, but weeks flew by, and then a month and before I knew it, 50 years have gone by and I haven't managed to pick up a pen and paper!
(She looks towards the audience)
No, I haven't had a bad life, I have done things that most people only dream of doing, but yet I wonder, was my life half-lived? Is a summer romance enough to fill a lonely heart still longing for true love..? (short pause)
Perhaps next life time, I will do things differently...
(She goes back to rocking slowly back and forth, while glancing out the window)

(The room fades to black)

Task 20

(An elderly woman sits on a rocking chair by a window, slowly rocking back and forth)
(There's a long silence before then the old woman stops rocking and looks towards her audience)

(spot light on the woman in the rocking chair)

It's not that I've had a bad life, I have done what every human being was put on this earth to do, I tried to lead as full a life as possible... Oh what fun we used to have when we were young (She chuckles) When we were young... (short pause) Most of the years gone by seem like distant memory to me now, it's all a bit hazy to me... But still, I have served my purpose I think, to the best of my ability and have had a good life, as for regrets? Well, we all have a few... Would we be fully human if we didn't? (She smiles faintly) To be quite truthful, I have a few regrets too many... Perhaps if I was at the right place, at the right time, maybe if I had been nicer to my mother, not had such awful arguments with my friends, perhaps if I hadn't of let him go...
(There's a long silence and the woman starts to rock back and forth again)

My father, he always told me a life without passion, without love is a life half lived and I can sit here all night and tell you my stories, my fading memories, but I can't tell you of a life spent with someone I truly loved, no... A part of me has always felt somewhat, (she struggles to find the words)empty, somewhat.. lonely.All alone in a room full of people..
I remember my mother, how beautiful she looked in that yellow summer's dress (she smiles to herself) I remember my father, how he looked at her with such adoring eyes.. You could see him looking at his whole world, he loved her so..
(She puts on a deep voice, imitating a man's) "A life lived without love, is a life half lived" , he'd keep telling me.. Oh but I did love... A long, long time ago (she looks out the window) I have never told anyone about William, not even my husband, I did love my late husband of course, but it was more of a brotherly love, not a love filled with passion and desire, it was more of (a pause) a deep friendship, and that was fine but you see, William... (she smiles to herself) William was my first love. After all these years, I have never found a love so deep, so true... I have known passion, I have known such a love that could have been mistaken for obsession even, total adoration for another human being... (A long pause) A love, that lasted for one summer, and that summer lasted a lifetime in my heart. there's a silence
(The old woman falls silently still and glances down at her aging hands)
No, I haven't had a bad life, I have done things that most people only dream of doing, but yet I wonder, was my life half-lived? Is a summer romance enough to fill a lonely heart still longing for true love..? (short pause)
Perhaps next life time, I will do things differently.
(She goes back to rocking slowly back and forth, while glancing out the window)

(The room fades to black)

Task 19- attempt 3 xD

I know you said you cared so much for me
But what you did with her, you crossed the line
My heart was locked, and you possessed the key
I wanted to become your valentine...
You thought you saw a tear roll down my face
But you should know, you'll never see me cry.
My tears will fall inside without a trace
It's inside that I hurt, that's where I cry.
Why buy her roses? Better buy a wreath
You'll kiss her lips instead of kissing mine
I'll smile, my feelings buried deep beneath
I wanted to become your valentine...
However hard I try to start anew,
You're holding her, I'm waiting here for you

Your valentine- attempt 2.

I know you said you cared so much for me
But what you did with her, you crossed the line
My heart was locked, and you possessed the key
I wanted to become your valentine...
You thought you saw a tear roll down my face
But you should know, I never cry.
My tears will fall inside without a trace
It's the inside that I hurt, that's where I cry.
Why buy her roses? Better buy her a wreath
You'll kiss her lips instead of kissing mine
I'll smile, my feelings buried deep beneath
But I wanted to become your valentine...
However hard I try to start anew,
You're holding her, and I'm waiting here for you

Your valentine

I know you never cared much about me
But what you did with her, you crossed the line
My heart was locked, only you had the key
And I wanted to be your valentine.
You thought you saw a tear roll down my face
But you should know by now, I never cry.
Sadness on the outside? Never a trace
On the inside I hurt, that's where I cry.
And you'll buy her roses on the 14th,
You'll be kissing her lips instead of mine.
I'll smile, my feelings buried deep beneath,
But I wanted to be your valentine.
Now that I'm sitting here thinking it through,
You're holding her, and I'm longing for you

Task 17 - second attempt

Exercise 1: Iambic Pentameters

I hate the fact that you don't hear my screams
I hate when you are in all of my dreams


Exercise 2: Trochaic Tetrameters

Never before have I hated,
But now this love is out-dated



Exercise 3: Dactylic Trimeters

In a word, I dont care about you


Exercise 4: Anapestic Dimeters

When I cry, I just die
Without you, I can't fly


Exercise 5: Quatrain; abab; iambic pentameters

The sense of longing I feel for you now
Is almost too hard to bere but I live
I know we fell apart, but why and how?
I just want us to forget and forgive

Exercise 6: Quatrain; abab; anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter/anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter.

When I shout, I simply do not care who is near
But I guess I should know when to stop
And I know you must think I am mad, you should fear
I dont mind I have not lost the plot.

Task 17

Exercise 1: Iambic Pentameters

When I look in the mirror I dont see
The person who you think is me


Exercise 2: Trochaic Tetrameters

I dont think that you care
You never seemed to hear


Exercise 3: Dactylic Trimeters

It would be splendidly beautiful.


Exercise 4: Anapestic Dimeters

Basically, I dont care


Exercise 5: Quatrain; abab; iambic pentameters

I have forgotten every single sin
And I have repented all of my own
I found your love letters in the old bin
Perhaps I will pick up my lonely phone..


Exercise 6: Quatrain; abab; anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter/anapestic tetrameter/anapestic trimeter.

Im wrong, Im so wrong, we were never ment to be
When fate tears us apart, try and be strong
Like a sick love song, it is a catastrophe
So I bid you adieu, goodbye and so long.

And thus, I give all of me

What is love but an infectious plague of the mind? And life, what is life but a sexually-transmitted disease?
I would hate to sound despondent or pessimistic but who are we to pretend we spin on this ball of anguish and hate for a reason, a purpose? There is simply, nothing.

And if my views do come across as ones of a pessimist, well, then I must say, for a pessimist Im pretty optimistic. And I can admit, there was a time - all a distant memory now- when I thought there was more to life, more to death even but as I slowly turn my back on the hyperbolic text of the bible numb my mind from any sort of emotional pain, there is nothing here. Nothing here for us on this ecliptic planet. And the 'after-life' is one of darkness and the stench of your own rotting flesh buried six feet under in a maggot-infested coffin. You live, you die, you rot.

I suppose now would be a good time to explain in more detail about my heart-wrenching experience of this overly-used word, Love. And I suppose I should tell you all about the tears I have shed and the horrid pain I carry locked away inside my chest. You would, of course, pretend to be very sympathetic and say "There, there child, plenty more fish in the sea"
I think I'll spare you, and spare myself.

But nothing lasts forever, right? Feelings for a lover usually fade after they've put on a few pounds or if it's a 'deep' and 'meaningful' relationship, it will drag on for a couple more years until you've run out of conversation and/or get sick to death of the sight of one another. Correct me if Im wrong..
And the love and security you get from a stable, loving family? That could all turn sour too. Step out of line a few times and you'll find yourself spending your days shut up in a cold, gloomy room -not by force, but choice- with only the comfort of your own lonely thoughts and the friendly knife that twinkles in the moonlight reflected on it's inviting surface.

That same knife edge haunts me even now as I write. No holy water can save me now and no priest can forgive my sin. I have a secret, it's eating me from the inside-out, if I don't say anything now, I fear madness will devour what's left of my sanity and cripple my soul.
I killed him.
I plunged the knife into his heart. And as he fell to his knees with a sad, desperate look on his face, I felt a smile spread upon my own. The satisfaction of ripping through his still-beating heart gave me pleasure than no other... at a price. The beautiful mistake haunts my once peaceful dreams which are now filled with screams in the dark and illusions of those sky blue eyes that got me high and those lips that made me soar, These taunting nights leave me hollow and senseless in my wake.
This is me. Forced to live with the mind-numbing guilt and the morbidly over-whelming feelings of ecstasy and delight of having killed my love, my only love. I accept my fate and wait for sweet karma to come back around.

Me

Part of me is Bad- Im the devil's little tool
Part of me is Sad- I always play the fool
Part of me's a Drunk- Wasted at sixteen
Part of me's a Punk- Life is just a dream
Part of me was Closed- I can't do that anymore
Part of me is Posed- Just another myspace whore
Part of me is pretty- Or maybe Im just vain
Parts of me I pity-
'cause most of me is Pain.

Part of me is Happy- But only for a while
Part of me is Chatty- Although sometimes that turns vile
Part of me is Craving- But not for what you think
Part of me is Wishing- Hoping I don't sink
Part of me's a Druggie- In need of another kick
Parts of me are Foggy- My mind likes to play tricks
Part of me is lifeless- Locked up with a chain
Part of me is careless-
But most of me is Pain.

Part of me is stupid- I never get it right
Part of me plays Cupid- I hate it when we fight
Part of me is Poetic- Most of my rhymes are in the bin
Part of me is Pathetic- I never seem to win
Part of me still loves you- That part always will
Part of me is Through- There is a hole you cannot fill
Part of me is Hate- don't call out my name
Part of me is Late-
But most of me is Pain.

Part of me is Crying- Mostly on the inside
Part of me is Dying- Swept away by the tide
Part of me is Sick- Twisted and obscene
Part of me's a Trick- Im not nice, Im mean
Part of me's Confused- What is the point to life?
Part of me feels used- It's a never-ending strife
Part of me has grown- But most parts are the same
Part of me has shown-
That most of me is Pain.

Venus and Adonis

Venus and Adonis

Venus:
You hurt me. So much....
But you know that.
You hurt me more than I can put into words,
You know that too.
Everytime you leave, I die a little bit more inside.
But you know.
You know you're the only one who can make it better
You hurt me so much, it hurts so good..
But you know, don't you?

Adonis
I hurt myself by hurting you...
But you know that.
I try my best to pretend I don't care,
You know that too.
I leave for hunting because it hurts to be near you,
beside you,
knowing what you have done,
We are falling apart...
but you know, don't you?

Task 5

I didn't see the play that you're talking about so I just wrote a sonnet about erm... stuff =D


I have become so comfortably numb,
The words you speak, I cannot hear them now.
The night calls my name, tells me to come,
My heart breaks for you, that I cannot allow.

I cut myself from the inside out,
I get scared but I wont crawl on me knees.
My head is always filled with so much doubt,
I get scared but I wont be begging please.

It's hard to keep an open heart and soul,
Open your heart and all you do is bleed.
I'm falling, I feel myself lose control,
On my own pain, guilt and misery I feed.

I know that look I see in your blue eyes
I wont stand around and wait for goodbyes.

Task 16- A friend of mine

The story didn't go the way it should have, it wasn't like in the movies. There should have been a warning. The sky should have turned dark and the wind should of picked up, Depressing music should have been playing in the background and I should have walked slower through the woods, I should have paused before walking into the ruins of the factory- to build up the suspense and create tension.
It wasn't like in the movies at all. The sky was a brilliant blue, There was a gentle breeze and the only music in the background was the sound of the childish laughter and screams of joy coming from the nursery down by the river.

She was a selfish, heartless cow and I started to really hate her. I know it wasn't her fault, really. It was that boyfriend of hers, he wasn't as perfect as she tried to pretend he was and he didn't stand by her when it happened.
Of course we where friends before the drama, but you don't remember the good times once hate fills your head. Once everyone is on your side, you can't stop and say "Okay, Im sorry. Let's make up and be friends again and I'll be there for you, like you were there for me." I should have... But I didn't And I wasn't there for her when she needed a friend.

I heard them by the old tire swing near the opening of the woods. We used to have so much fun there.. The swing went so high, you couldn't help but laugh once you got off. The woods were one of my favorite places to be, Even when I moved 2000 miles away, when I came to my Grandma's for the summer, I loved the woods. The memories, the echos of the laughter..
I heard them arguing, I heard him shove her and roar at her like the animal that he was. Through the muffled sounds of her cries I could make out the threat of suicide and his reply of "I dont give a fuck, do it."

My 'friends' laughed. They laughed when I told them what I saw. They said she deserved everything she got after she abandoned us like that.
"Friends don't just leave you for some stupid guy" they said.
"What did she think was going to happen, she gets knocked up and he stays with her and the baby for ever?"
Of course he wouldn't. She was stupid to think he would, blinded by that sickening disease people call love...
Guess what I did? Not wanting to feel bad about not going after her, and not wanting to look like I care; I laughed too. An empty laugh.

Going home that day, I took a shortcut through the woods and something caught my eye inside the 3 walls and ruins that we still referred to as 'the factory'. My curiosity got the best of me and I went to have a look.
It wasn't like in the movies at all. You see, in the movies, the actors, they never get it quite right. They neck isn't actually snapped and they aren't actually stone-cold dead. In the movies there isn't as much blood all over the walls and floor or, there is too much. In the movies the rope they use isn't the one you held on to and laughed while sitting on that tyre swing you loved so much as a child...
I broke down, and just sat there staring at her. It wasn't the dead fetus hanging off her that got to me the most though, it wasn't even the sound of blood dripping off her corpse. It was the sadness in her eyes. Those eyes that haunt my dreams and make me re-live that moment every night. Those eyes that make me feel more guilt then you can imagine.
I am forever condemned. I don't hear the echos of laughter in those woods anymore. The woods forever mourn the loss of an angel. My friend..

punk-rock-princess

Cold eyes blink through the dirty mirror
Curse this world as I slam my fist
Death is always a step nearer
How do I continue to exist?

COLD eyes BLINK through the DIRty MIrror
CURSE this WORLD as I SLAM my FIST
Death is ALways a step NEARer
HOW do I CONtinue to EXIST?

Task 3

It's snarls and tears at new found flesh,
It's eyes darting, to fix and stare.
Steam rises off meat, so fresh,
Another victim of a mountain bear.

Task 2

That place will always, always be in my heart,
Where the sky and land never part.
And the moon shines so bright,
On a calm and peaceful night.
And as day breaks,
I go by the lakes.
I love the calm,
On that farm.
So peaceful,
So beautiful.

Task 1- The Beast in me

I feel the beast stir, raging to be let out, to break free I close my eyes and wait for it to pass. I got lucky this time and hell is prevented.
I pray the hours would tick by as slowly as possible but at the same time I pray they would stop torturing me and speed past. I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead and close my eyes. I sit here, alone. Waiting, hoping, praying-all in vain.
Maybe the moonlight will be kinder this time, and not devour what's left of my sanity. And perhaps the metal bars, now knowing what to expect, will try harder not to break under the pressure of the bloody claws and inhuman teeth.
... I try not to turn my head to the pile of rotting flesh in the corner of the cell but my neck fails me. Perhaps the beast will feed on the existing corpses and there wont be a need to go out and hunt this time... Somehow I doubt it. I feel my eyes water as I see people down below on the beach. If they only knew, they would run a million miles...
I do a routine check to make sure once locked up, the beast cant reach the keys to escape. I run my fingers across the prison bars, and check the water supply, look around the room and inhale.
As I feel the moonlight getting stronger and my mind loosing grip, I lock myself into the cell and hope for the best all the while knowing, the cell can only hold the animal for a couple of minutes at best.
The moonlight hits.
I feel the beast in me stir, raging to be let out, to break free, I close my eyes and wait for it to pass. This time luck fails me and all hell breaks loose.

Haikus

Atul Dutt
I am not enough
I love my wife dearly
Living as his ghost

Eeshwar Dutt
Maybe its my fault
Whisky drowns my sorrows
Pride is important

Lopa Dutt
They will never know
The secret kills inside
Family is life

Jai Dutt
My father is God
They dont understand me
I can give her more

Vina Patel
I wish he would talk
This isnt working out
I'm not my mother

Laxman Patel
Sense of loneliness
My daughter is my life
The past is haunting

Lata Patel
The love is long gone
Wishing for her to care
I feel defeated