The place where you were... by musicalgal99, literature
Literature
The place where you were...
I stare out into the blackness of the night,
We used to marvel at it together, remark on its beauty,
now, all seems empty. A sad and never ending space stretching on forever.
The place where you were has left a gaping hole, spiraling with the loneliness.
I will sit here and think of you. Remembering the good times and the bad. The moments of triumphs and of tears. I will sit here until the hurt is gone and I can learn to live again. Enjoying everything life has to offer, laughing, singing, playing and working until my time comes and I can join you, but for now I will live life. I will never forget, I promise.
I love you,
I lov
That was the summer I fell out of the tree,
Angry red gash etched into my skin,
Stinging,
Searing,
Burning,
Climbing in black gumboots.
I fell,
Dad came running.
That was the summer my cousin died,
16 years old,
It could have been me,
Or my friends.
The service seemed surreal,
The town stopped,
Music,
Pictures,
Wake boards.
That was the summer I moved out of home,
Life's possessions packed into cardboard boxes,
Years of memories stripped from my walls,
Good byes,
Into
Life.
The Letter - A Monologue by musicalgal99, literature
Literature
The Letter - A Monologue
[On the stage is a single bed, lit by a spotlight. Lying on it on her stomach is a teenage girl is a simple black dress, stockings and shiny black shoes. In front of her is some writing paper and she holds a pen in her hand.]
[off-stage an adult female voice speaks]
"Shelly!" "The funeral is on in an hour and I want to leave on time so make sure you're ready…"
[the girl speaks in a small quiet voice, speaking more to herself than the audience]
It's kind of stupid when you think about it, writing to a dead person. People would think I'm crazy if they ever found out.
[she lifts the pen and holds it, suspended above the paper]
There is
All I ask is to be loved,
to be held,
close and safe.
All I ask is to be wanted,
to be huged,
wanted for who I am.
All I aks is to be needed,
to be asked,
for something more.
All I ask is to be loved,
as I am,
not something else.
All I ask is to be loved.