W o r k s of W o r d s (original) (raw)

Where's Kelly?	[31 Dec 2008\|10:22pm]
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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[31 Dec 2008|10:22pm]

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]
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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Tears

[26 Mar 2008|08:33pm]

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]
After SanctifyAfter Shiver Use This Above Loathsome A Curse Begins Above Old Worlds Tempt A Dandelion Out To War
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Submissions Call	[24 Jan 2007\|10:30pm]
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 WindCollege of Creative Studies, UCSBSanta Barbara, CA 93107Further information is available at the website.Any questions, feel free to comment here. Thank you.
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Submissions Call

[24 Jan 2007|10:30pm]

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 WindCollege of Creative Studies, UCSBSanta Barbara, CA 93107Further 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]
5 cop carsWent byWhere they go IDon'tKnowI am on my wayToPete's houseIArriveThenWeGoDriveDriving down the streets we've drove down beforePast Irish Pubs we can't (well I can) GetIntoWhy can't there be a FalmouthVersion of Failte?Why can't there be a FalmouthVersionof "Foxy"?BecauseThis is FalmouthAndAsI've said beforeISay againDead endsIs all thisFucking townIs Good forSo we drive on downToThe Fucking British Beer CompanyWhite Blazer voices making a scene"Someone's drunk""YOU'RE GONNA DIE FUCKING FAGGOT!"Screams the White BlazerShades of NYCNoShades of BostonShades of FalmouthAs We are turned down at the doorI really FuckingHateThisPlace.
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Another Deadend Night

[26 Nov 2006|02:19am]

5 cop carsWent byWhere they go IDon'tKnowI am on my wayToPete's houseIArriveThenWeGoDriveDriving down the streets we've drove down beforePast Irish Pubs we can't (well I can) GetIntoWhy can't there be a FalmouthVersion of Failte?Why can't there be a FalmouthVersionof "Foxy"?BecauseThis is FalmouthAndAsI've said beforeISay againDead endsIs all thisFucking townIs Good forSo we drive on downToThe Fucking British Beer CompanyWhite Blazer voices making a scene"Someone's drunk""YOU'RE GONNA DIE FUCKING FAGGOT!"Screams the White BlazerShades of NYCNoShades of BostonShades of FalmouthAs We are turned down at the doorI really FuckingHateThisPlace.

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Dying	[19 Jun 2006\|04:06am]
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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Dying

[19 Jun 2006|04:06am]

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]
What's wrong with theseDamn kids today?Leaving the job When there's still an Hours worth of work left to do Time ago theyWould work 12 to 18 hours a dayAndSometimes they would die workingAndThey were getting alot less then$9 an hour (With a half hour meal break)Now whileNo one is dyingThere's still an hour of work leftSoWhy aren't you working?
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Even Old Watch Dogs Aren't Safe	[02 May 2006\|04:21am]
Old BartThe rottweilerWatch dogLay on the porchOf the home he guardedAsBad meBrokeInAndRobbed, raped, and murdered His familyAndOld BartThe rottweilerWatch dogLay on the porchThinking"What do you want from me?"And Donald TrumpHad only two things to say"You're Fired
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On Scientology....	[25 Apr 2006\|01:43am]
Trying to sleepOh boy3 hours Till workHalf dreaming ofTaxesAnd some otherSilly thingsAnd inThe morningMy fatherWill turn onMy Newborn lightAndAScientologistWith the last name CruiseWillEat my placenta!!!Note: I'd sooner believe in god then scientologyP.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]
2 trillion and 2 years fromNowThe talkersWill talkAndThe listenersWill listenUntil one dayA listenerWill speak!!!AndThat'll be the dayThe musicAndThe worldDies(ButThe ozone will probably fuck up first)
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War Isn't Really Great, For Poets	[17 Feb 2006\|12:42am]
The poet sat down at his desk to writeButThe Great War interrupted himSoThe poet became a soldierAndWent off to fight in The Great War191419151916 1917 1918 SoThe soldier who had been a poetCameHome to a hero's welcomeButHe had lost his writing hand in The Great WarSoNow 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]
Her portrait was easy to paintWhy was her portrait easy to paint?Because she was deadWhy was she dead?Because the painter had killed herWhy 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]
Eating ice cream in a Well of rotten teethMineWill soon bePlaced there.
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And, The Dishwasher	[07 Feb 2006\|12:42am]
Washing dishes at work tonightButThen the dishwasherBrokeAnd, the kicthen was half floodedSoI went Down!Down!Down!(Not really that far down actually)To that crawl spaceBeneath the floorAnd, the dishwasher world aboveOnly down hereThis is a placeWhere a dishwasher would go to...DIE!The valve was brokenUntil I fixed itThe I wentUp!Up!Up!Back to the dishwasher world aboveA so called working class heroAll aloneDoing my jobWashing other people's platesHaving never felt so...ALIVE!Then I had before.11:01 PMWith my work doneI went homeAnd, as I walked to my carLike I had on so many night beforeThe winter hedgerowsHad all grown razorsharp teethAnd, were ready to follow me home.
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And, The Dishwasher

[07 Feb 2006|12:42am]

Washing dishes at work tonightButThen the dishwasherBrokeAnd, the kicthen was half floodedSoI went Down!Down!Down!(Not really that far down actually)To that crawl spaceBeneath the floorAnd, the dishwasher world aboveOnly down hereThis is a placeWhere a dishwasher would go to...DIE!The valve was brokenUntil I fixed itThe I wentUp!Up!Up!Back to the dishwasher world aboveA so called working class heroAll aloneDoing my jobWashing other people's platesHaving never felt so...ALIVE!Then I had before.11:01 PMWith my work doneI went homeAnd, as I walked to my carLike I had on so many night beforeThe winter hedgerowsHad all grown razorsharp teethAnd, were ready to follow me home.

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