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Where's Kelly? [31 Dec 2008|10:22pm]

crazyjustin1685
Where’s Kelly?


Norah Johnson pulled into the parking lot behind the movie theater at Mashpee Commons. She slowly got out of her gold Saturn Ion because her body hurt all over. She may have looked like she was in her 30’s but she defiantly felt 40. Plus it was getting to be that time of the month, so that wouldn’t help her at all. A light winter rain was falling as Norah made her way past Siena restaurant where she had been trying to have her husband take her for the last month and a half. Arriving at the movie theater she went inside expecting her daughter Kelly to be waiting for her in the lobby. Only Kelly was not in the lobby, the only person in the lobby that Norah saw was a young male floor staff member of the theater sweeping up the lobby. Norah checked the time on her blackberry and saw that it was 7:05. Kelly said the movie got out at 7 didn’t she? Norah though to herself. Norah approached the ticket booth where a guy and a girl in their early 20’s were chatting.
“Excuse me?” Norah asked.
“Yes ma’am?” Said the young lady.
“What time does Yes Man get out?”
“It should be getting out any moment ma’am” Informed the young lady to Norah.
“Thank you.” Norah said making her way towards the hallway where the different theaters were. Norah checked her blackberry again which read 7:08. Any minute now Norah thought trying not to get nervous. A few minutes later after the crowd from “Yes Man” had come out and Kelly was not among them Norah began to get nervous. Well Norah thought maybe she’s in the bathroom, and I hope it’s her time of the month as well as mine. Norah made her way down a hallway to the right of the theaters to the ladies room. Norah noticed the oddly the door to the ladies room was propped up as she made her way in and called out.
“Kelly it’s mom are you in here?” No answer because in her growing nervousness Norah had not noticed that the stalls were empty. Norah did not wait for the silence to finish answering because she quickly made her way out of the ladies room and back to the lobby. Norah made her way into the hallway of theaters to theater #3 where “Yes Man” had been showing. She walked in and looked around the now empty theater only that was a lie on my part because Norah found Kelly’s jacket in one of the rows of seats. Now Norah really began to worry as she franticly called Kelly on her blackberry. She got only the voicemail and left a nervous message asking Kelly “Where are you young lady!?!?” and to “Call me or meet me where you were suppose to!!!!” Picking up her daughter’s jacket Norah made her way back out to the lobby and to the ticket booth.
“Can I help you ma’am?” Asked the same young lady from earlier.
“Yes I’m trying to find my daughter.” Norah asked franticly.
“What does she look like?” Asked the same young man that had been chatting with the young lady. In her nervousness Norah had not even noticed him standing off to the side, but no one ever seemed to noticed him is what he thought at times.
“She’s tall, slender, with brown hair in kind of a butch hair cut and glasses.” Norah said quickly but at the same time noticing a certain kind of shyness in this tall young man with brown hair and thick black rim glasses.
“No Ma’am I’m sorry I haven’t seen her, have you Heather?”
“No I haven’t either.” Heather said with a look of concern on her face.
“I found her jacket in the theater, would you mind if I checked the other theaters for her? I tried calling her but her phone is off.” Norah asked the nervousness really showing in her voice.
“Sure I can have one of the staff escort you with a flashlight. Hey Jack can you go with this nice lady, she’s trying to find her daughter.” Heather called to a young brown haired teenager in the concession area of the lobby.
“Sure.” Said Jack picking up a flashlight from behind the concession counter and making his way out to the lobby to help the lady check for her daughter.
“Well that’s kind odd don’t you think Justin?” Heather asked after the lady and Jack had gone down the hallway.
“Yeah very strange indeed.” Justin said.
About ten minutes later Jack and Norah after having no luck in the other theaters came back out to the lobby.
“I just can’t believe this, this is not like her at all!” Norah said almost yelling now. It was clear to Heather and Justin that this lady was very upset, but being the manager Heather was the one to handle it as she made her way from the ticket booth she said the following.
“Ma’am if you like I could call security to look for your daughter?” Only it would not be necessary because the door to the theater opened and Justin looked up and saw a girl with glasses and brown hair in a butch hair cut.
It was Kelly.
“Kelly!” Norah yelled making her way over to her daughter angry but at the same time somewhat relieved.
“Hi mom…” Was all Kelly could get out.
“Don’t hi me young lady you never leave the theater! Now where were you?” Norah said in a stern angry voice as Justin thought oh boy this lady is going to cause a scene. But Norah handed Kelly her jacket and took her by the arm leading her out of the theater.

Kelly would make up a story claiming that she was outside of the theater because she was on the phone and didn’t want to disturb the other people in the theater. The truth though is that Kelly is a lesbian and was meeting her girlfriend Filly on a secret rendezvous because Kelly has learned the truth that Norah and her husband Joe are homophobes. They believed that Prop 8 was a good thing to vote for and they would be ashamed if their child was gay.
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Tears [26 Mar 2008|08:33pm]

rottsen
I found myself feeling sorry for me again!!
Tears coming from inside out!! like if i am not me anymore!!...
Tears ohh my dear tears... come into my play once again!!
and I tell myself.. don't cry baby don't cry!!
cuz each tear u let go!! u loose urself into a place whr u cannot get out!!
so.. don't cry baby don't cry!!
and my day goes on!! a call, a problem, a smile, a word,
something new, something old.. something..
Something I won't remember tomorrow.. cuz I am not here today!!
Tears, Ohhh my dear tears... don't come out ...
don't come into my play once again!!
So I go, inside out... looking for a path so i can find my way back!!
It is not u, cuz u r not me!
this is about who am i!!
and not what i want!!
Tears, oh my dear tears... don't come into my play once again!!

By: Vianney Cortes
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Cut Up Poem #1 [30 Oct 2007|01:30am]

crazyjustin1685
After
Sanctify
After
Shiver
Use
This
Above
Loathsome
A
Curse
Begins
Above
Old
Worlds
Tempt
A
Dandelion
Out
To
War
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I am new here.. [20 Feb 2007|01:37pm]

she_has_bullets
My name is Danielle Simmons and I am new to this community so I figured I'd post one of my poems to start off with. I'd explain what style of poetry I wrote in but I don't even know. Hehehe. Tell me what you think...

The Crashing of Desolate HeartsCollapse )
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Submissions Call [24 Jan 2007|10:30pm]

teeth_editor
Hi all,

I'm here on behalf of Into the Teeth of the Wind, a student-run poetry magazine of the College of Creative Studies at UCSB (University of California, Santa Barbara).  We're looking for submissions of up to 8 pages of unpublished poems, either emailed to windsteeth @ ccs.ucsb.edu or mailed to the following address:

Into the Teeth of the Wind
College of Creative Studies, UCSB
Santa Barbara, CA 93107

Further information is available at the website.

Any questions, feel free to comment here.  Thank you.
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Another Deadend Night [26 Nov 2006|02:19am]

crazyjustin1685
5 cop cars
Went by
Where they go
I
Don't
Know
I am on my way
To
Pete's house
I
Arrive
Then
We
Go
Drive
Driving down the streets we've drove down before
Past Irish Pubs we can't (well I can)
Get
Into
Why can't there be a Falmouth
Version
of Failte?
Why can't there be a Falmouth
Version
of "Foxy"?
Because
This is Falmouth
And
As
I've said before
I
Say again
Dead ends
Is all this
Fucking town
Is
Good for
So we drive on down
To
The Fucking British Beer Company
White Blazer voices making a scene
"Someone's drunk"
"YOU'RE GONNA DIE FUCKING FAGGOT!"
Screams the White Blazer
Shades of NYC
No
Shades of Boston
Shades of Falmouth
As
We are turned down at the door
I really
Fucking
Hate
This
Place.
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Slick of Seing AlOne [18 Nov 2006|12:26am]

crazyjustin1685
There was this
Dime
Then
This
Pen
Cap
Then
My
Bottle
Of
Apple-Jack

20 shots strong
I got drunk

My
Shoes

Fell on the
Floor

Passing out
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Strawberry Season and an Introduction [09 Jul 2006|07:29pm]

3goodtimes
[ mood | sleepy ]

Hello. My name's Melissa and I'll skip the details and let my writing speak for me.  I wrote this little thing last night. Figured I'd keep it fresh.  Let me know what you think. I like honesty. Hope that's not against the rules. :) 

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30 Days of Chastity #2 [22 Jun 2006|01:45pm]

crazyjustin1685
Behind Cut due to lengthCollapse )
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30 Days of Chastity #1 [22 Jun 2006|12:55am]

crazyjustin1685
Behind cut because this is defiently not work safeCollapse )
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Dying [19 Jun 2006|04:06am]

bite_me_cold
I held you to your promise,
When you said you'd never leave.
Yet here I stand, by myself,
I've bent and now I'm broken.

You told me long ago,
That forever you'd be there.
To hold my hand, in times of need,
To wipe my tears, in times of pain.

So why is it that now,
I'm standing by myself?
Is this just a choice I made?
Or are you gone for good?

I didn't think,
You were one to lie,
But then what do you,
Call this?

Because I'm alone,
And I don't care,
I'm selfish, greedy,
Dying.
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Disgrace of the Working Class [13 Jun 2006|01:51am]

crazyjustin1685
What's wrong with these
Damn kids today?
Leaving the job
When there's still an
Hours worth of work left to do
Time ago they
Would work 12 to 18 hours a day
And
Sometimes they would die working
And
They were getting alot less then
$9 an hour (With a half hour meal break)
Now while
No one is dying
There's still an hour of work left
So
Why aren't you working?
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Even Old Watch Dogs Aren't Safe [02 May 2006|04:21am]

crazyjustin1685
Old Bart
The rottweiler
Watch dog
Lay on the porch
Of the home he guarded
As
Bad me
Broke
In
And
Robbed, raped, and murdered
His family
And
Old Bart
The rottweiler
Watch dog
Lay on the porch
Thinking
"What do you want from me?"



And Donald Trump
Had only two things to say
"You're Fired
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On Scientology.... [25 Apr 2006|01:43am]

crazyjustin1685
Trying to sleep
Oh boy
3 hours
Till work
Half dreaming of
Taxes
And some other
Silly things
And in
The morning
My father
Will turn on
My
Newborn light
And
A
Scientologist
With the last name Cruise
Will
Eat my placenta
!
!
!
Note: I'd sooner believe in god then scientology

P.S. This I think about when I'm awak on night time Robitussin
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Could Make a Good Movie.... [11 Apr 2006|01:17am]

crazyjustin1685
2 trillion and 2 years from
Now
The talkers
Will talk
And
The listeners
Will listen
Until one day
A listener
Will speak
!
!
!
And
That'll be the day
The music
And
The world
Dies








(But
The ozone will probably fuck up first)
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[19 Mar 2006|10:58pm]

breathingmoment
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War Isn't Really Great, For Poets [17 Feb 2006|12:42am]

crazyjustin1685
The poet sat down at his desk to write
But
The Great War interrupted him
So
The poet became a soldier
And
Went off to fight in The Great War
1914
1915
1916
1917
1918
So
The soldier who had been a poet
Came
Home to a hero's welcome
But
He had lost his writing hand in The Great War
So
Now he sits at his desk
Thinking
"Why couldn't I have died taking that trench?"
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Simply complexed portrait [17 Feb 2006|12:17am]

crazyjustin1685
Her portrait was easy to paint
Why was her portrait easy to paint?
Because she was dead
Why was she dead?
Because the painter had killed her
Why had the painter killed her?
Because she had never let him paint her portrait.

The painter hung the portrait in his prison cell.
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[13 Feb 2006|08:44pm]

crazyjustin1685
Eating ice cream in a
Well of rotten teeth
Mine
Will soon be
Placed there.
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And, The Dishwasher [07 Feb 2006|12:42am]

crazyjustin1685
Washing dishes at work tonight
But
Then the dishwasher
Broke
And, the kicthen was half flooded
So
I went
Down!
Down!
Down!
(Not really that far down actually)
To that crawl space
Beneath the floor
And, the dishwasher world above
Only down here
This is a place
Where a dishwasher would go to...
DIE!

The valve was broken
Until I fixed it
The I went
Up!
Up!
Up!
Back to the dishwasher world above
A so called working class hero
All alone
Doing my job
Washing other people's plates
Having never felt so...
ALIVE!
Then I had before.

11:01 PM
With my work done
I went home
And, as I walked to my car
Like I had on so many night before
The winter hedgerows
Had all grown razorsharp teeth
And, were ready to follow me home.
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