Question about language

My question about language... Hmm...
I think my question would have to be, "What makes a word beautiful?"
Many poets say that Cellar-door is one of the most beautiful words, and when I detach the mental picture of a 'rotted, wooden, two-planks over a slanted opening' door... I can see that it is a beautiful word, but why?
What makes a word sound good... are there specific sound, or sounds that make a word beautiful to the human ear?

Found Poem

We are not drawing on your nightmares
So look to the future
and make your own fragile new world.
Is it doomed?
Is another bright spot giving you a hollow excuse
of our Hero?
"He is a man."

Free Poem

Medical Desires


I'm sure it is all fun and games until you close my air ways
And you keep pulling me under
You know it's easier to have fun, when you hold the gun
Still you insist that a forced aneurysm
Has never looked better with that pale blue sweater I always wear
I never did consider the stakes
Of sliding down a snake, after I triumphed over that ladder
But what does it matter
This relation smells like decay and forgotten flowers
And did you forget my forget-me-nots in a matter of hours?

You keep me alive in your basement with buttons and wires
And I'm so fun to play with, in your hospital
Of medical desires
So keep pretending you know what I like
All I ask is that you sterilize that knife
Before you jam it some place, it doesn't exactly fit
But as long as I'm inebriated by your love
I'm okay with it

Tighten my straps because I know I will struggle
I'll fight and attempt to escape
Without any caution to that gun in my face
Please don't get the wrong idea
I love being with you my dear
But one average man, can only take so much abuse
Before he starts to tie his own noose
I'll stand on that chair, and I hope through it all
I can still count on you
To kick it out, and watch me almost-fall
Kicking barely lifeless on nothing but chicken wire
And dreams really do come true
In your hospital of medical desires

Dramatic Monologue

Dramatic Monologue

A Villains Tale


"I don't see why you are waiting for the police...
You know, once you leave and they cuff me
Once they put me in jail, I'll be out in five minutes
I'll back terrorizing everything you hold dear.

You'll stop me again?
What happens when you aren't there?
When you are caught up in something else
And I find your pretty little red-headed girlfriend
She won't even see me coming.
Remember last time you were too late...
That poor family...
You got to that hotel at what time of the party?
Oh that's right, when her feet stopped kicking...
Fuckin' hilarious.
Poor little super-baby, so distraught over that family...
It was a big family eh... Three kids?
And the one was just a baby; I really thought it'd bounce.
Hah! You have to admit
Me writing those offensive statements with that bloke's intestines;
Brilliant!
Simply brilliant.
I got a laugh out of that, how about you?
Ahh never mind!

Awh I love the sounds of sirens in the morning...
Late afternoon?
What time is it anyways...
No I will not shut up.
How rude.
By the way, I love the red on you;
Brings out the seriousness in your eyes.

Hey look over there!
That one is still twitching...
You always come seconds too late
I can't believe I missed that shot though
Just nicked her ear...
Maybe I'll look for it when I get out.

Hmm, so before the mighty police come
Back to that hottie you're dating...
I think, next time I see her
I'll take her with my
Bare hands.
Shooting her just seems so informal.
I mean, since you and I have become so close...
I think she'll kick,
Hell, I'll even count the seconds it takes for her to stop
Just for you.

Awh am I making you upset?
You look a little angry...
Did I offend you in anyway, sir?
You really going to shoot me with my own gun?
How poetic.
You don't have the balls for that, you and I both know it.

Wh-"

An Ode to Almost-You

It could be the way the moonlight hits the water
Or perhaps the way the winters kiss, frosts the pines
But something about this wondrous forest;
reminds me of your eyes
Maybe it's the way the mountain peaks
Blanket the trees with snow
It could be when the wolves all howl
And it chills me to the bone
Something about you, is so aesthetically pleasing
That I'm trying to find one thing
From the curves of your body, to your flowing hair
Or how your voice blissfully sings
When you barely whisper my name
Or when you catch me blushing
Because your shirt is cut low
And some tanned bosom is showing
I wander this forest aimlessly
And everything reminds me of you
Personality is something I can't recall
But you physically, is what I pursue
You have an effect I can't quite explain
Where you do more than please my eyes
Your simple words, and flawless flow
Seem to confuse my mind
And I've come to terms with perfection
And everything you do, it seems
Legs of a dancer, and smile of an angel
Something you see through dreams
Dreams that keep me up half the night
Because I'm thinking of falling asleep
I should confess, nameless love of mine
It is my heart, you unknowingly keep

Lyric: Broken Emotion

One can view my Lyric Poem titled 'Broken Emotion' here

Narrative Poem

I gripped her hand tightly and said we had to walk

She whispered it was freezing, and I said "I'd warm you up."

The snow was barely falling, but the sun wasn't out enough

To warm our bodies and our hearts, so she put on her earmuffs

We left the warmth inside the home and walked beneath street lights

I watched her breath as she was speaking, form in the evening night

We touched on topics such as love, and the meaning of our lives

We had a ways to go; our destination still not in our sights

I had a flask in my back pocket; she spoke of addictions that we had

She said she needed coffee and I replied with "Dear, you got it bad."

We watched the silhouetted snowflakes, then she kissed me on the cheek

I felt warm despite the snow and I swear my knees went weak




Every step we took, left a story in the snow

We gave the story pictures by drawing on car windows

Our Gallivant had started, moments or weeks ago

All time seems to blur, when I am with you so

It gets hard to remember when I'm in this state of limerance

I seem to fool myself into thinking 'everything is permanent'

I mustn't think too much, I'm in love for this instant

It's quite an incredible feelings- 'She looks rather brilliant'

I think to myself, as moonlight catches on her elegance


The first date, always brings out innocence


We round a bend and the wind becomes prominent


But still anything but her, fades from my existence


We noticed the coffee shop could be seen

Through the snowfall and between the trees

It wasn't freezing but there was a breeze

And I knew I was living for times just like these

You said we had to hurry, so you quickened your pace

Each footstep carried you closer to our favorite place

Inside, it had a distinct smell and an amazing taste

You ordered our drinks as I counted freckles on your perfect face

We took our time through our conversation

Each topic an accomplice to our procrastination

The shop was closing soon and we had to head home

But I didn't mind walking, because I wouldn't be alone

Sonnet

I've been praising not success but mistakes
And I don't know who you are anymore
And you're three whole words and eight letters late
I've been cleaning the blood off of our floor
Is all this really worth your addiction?
Keep lying; you won't avoid this issue
Two person trial for your conviction
What's worth more, us or scarlette stained tissues?
Do you think you're beautiful done like this?
Violent convulsions and make up smears
All your clothes are ruined and reak like piss
I've drowned out concern over the long years
You said you'd do it, and I called your bluff
But I think you're not trying hard enough

Lyric

The Shower Scene


I laid in bed, contemplating my life
I thought about the what's, why's, when's and who's
So much that I didn't notice my wife
Leave to go freshen up in the bathroom
My eyes were heavy and my thoughts were slow
And my dear, poor stomache wanted to eat
And so I decided that I would go
To the kitchen to fix myself a treat
On my return I turned up the fire
My wife's return was pleasant and quite nude
Right then I found myself not as tired
And definately not thinking of food

Immitation Poem

A Simple Tavern Wench


I found a tavern on a winter's night
Permiscuity and ale was the stench
A barmaid singing was the best of sights
Sipping; I watched the simple tavern wench
She sang and danced upon a wooden top;
Her skirt was short and her blouse was cut low
The boys called as she did a jig and hop
Her legs kept me warm, despite falling snow
The sky could open, and break the world
No soul would notice a single thing wrong
Busy pinching bottoms of serving girls
Too preoccupied with a wench's song
More ale in my body to take my life
And I swear I never forgot my wife



Immitated from Shakespeare's 'Sonnet III'

http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonn01.htm

Childrens Story Screen Play

98











Woods- Night

The Super-Family is ducking down behind trees as sirens can be heard in the background, spot lights can be seen flashing through the trees. Everyone is out of breath and has obviously been running for a long time.

Hal Allen

Mom why do they keep chasing us? What did we do?

Susan Allen places her hand on Hal's shoulder and looks deep into his eyes.

Susan Allen

Because... Because Hal, they are not ready for us...

They are scared of us.

They think we'll use our powers for evil.

They think we'll try to hurt everyone.

Hal Allen

(Exhausted)

But we saved those people! That isn't fair!

We saved them from that fire mom!

Susan Allen

(Soothingly)

I know honey, I know. You did great.

I've never seen you run that fast before Hal!

I couldn't even see you, you moved so fast. I'm proud of you.

Hal Allen

(Excited)

Thanks mom! You were great too!

I saw you lift that wall off that lady!

That was so cool! I want to be a great hero just like you!

Susan laughs, but presses her finger to her lips to quiet Hal as a voice can be heard in the background yelling. The sirens get louder as more police cars show up.

CUT TO:

CITY- NIGHT

Jared and Todd Allen stand ontop of a tall office building, and look out into the distance. Sirens and a woman's screams can be heard below. Jared seems calm, but a look of nervousness can be seen in his face while Todd is bouncing on his heels, excited to save the day.

Todd Allen

Dad what are we waiting for?

Jared Allen

You'll know when it happens.

We can't act yet... We could get in trouble,

so you just got to trust me... Do you trust me Todd?

99

Todd Allen

Of course Dad.

Gun shots go off in the distance.

Jared Allen

Todd...

(Smiles)

It's time to go to work.

Todd Allen

Yes!

Jared Allen flies off the building while Todd runs towards the door leading to the roof, and takes off down the stairs at superspeed.

CUT TO:

STREET- NIGHT

A deserted street, with police ducking behind their cars facing off against two men in bandit hats, gun shots are being exchanged. The heroes show up in a back alley and wait for the perfect moment.

Jared Allen

(Whispers)

Okay, we need to time this perfectly.

We can't let the police know we're here.

Jared is cut off by Todd running away. Newspapers and garbage get kicked up in the jetstream. The gunshots stop and Todd returns abrubtly with the criminals guns in his arms, and smiling.

Todd Allen

(Happily)

They didn't even see me!

Jared Allen

That was very dangerous and wreckless!

But I am so proud of you.

Jared leans in close to Todd.

Jared Allen

(Cont'd)

Don't tell your mother.

One of the police men walk up to the heroes, with a stern look on his face.

Police Man

I'd like to thank you for disarming these criminals

But, I'm afraid you are under arrest.

You know hero work if prohibited... I'm sorry,

But if I want to keep my job

I'm going to have to take you down town.

100

Jared looks at Todd, then at the officer, then back at Todd.

Jared Allen

(Whispers)

Todd; run. Run as fast as you can.

Go find your brother and mom.

Todd Allen

But dad!

Jared Allen

Don't argue. Run. Now.

Turns back to officer

Okay officer, I understand,

but you do realise, that no prison of yours

can hold me, and that I'm only going

to provide a good example to my boy.

Police Man

Then I thank you, sir.

Todd takes off in a blur.

101

CUT TO

CITY-NIGHT

Todd is running down the street, passing moving cars, and kicking up newspapers; he is obviously upset and begins to run faster. Runs through the city and hits the lake, running across water.

Todd Allen

Holy running across water Batman!

Hah! Always wanted to say that.

End Scene.

Wally vs Inna

The elevator didn't come fast enough for Wally, and before the door could even open- someone else had walked up beside him. It smells like dirt. Glancing to his right, Wally noticed a woman standing beside him; she wasn't ugly but certainly not pretty enough for him to look twice. The elevator's arrival was signaled with a ding; and both Wally and the dirt girl strode inside- her walking in was a lot more graceful than his stumble but he didn't really care if she noticed. She was starring at him. Studying him. What the hell does she keep looking at? The elevator's stereotypical music did nothing to decrease the awkwardness of the standoff between the two. Wally attempted to ignore her by watching the buttons on the elevator wall, light up as it came to each passing floor. 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... Darkness. The elevator stopped with a sickening jerk that sent both people crashing to the floor. The lights hadn't kicked back on yet. Shit, why can't I ever get stuck in an elevator with Kristen Bell?

"Excuse me...?" The girl had decided to say something instead of just stare at him.
"Um, what did you do?"

Seriously? This girl is blaming me for an elevator breaking? "Pardon me?" The girl couldn't see it, but Wally had an eyebrow cocked in disbelief that she actually thought he did this.

"The elevator, what did you do- why did it stop? Why aren't the lights working." Her tone was not angry, or scared- it sounded amused.
Just as she finished her sentence, the lights flicked back on and Wally finally got a good look at her. She wasn't that pretty, and he noticed her hair was red. A ginger. It was cut short and worn straight, and her clothes would have definately stuck out in a crowd... Or an elevator with one other person. She was wearing a white skirt, worn to her ankles with orange and red flower print, and her shirt was more of a white bedsheet she tied around her neck. She's dressed like that and questioning me? It was probably God penalizing her for going out in public like that.
"Excuse me...? Can you hear me?" She was staring at him, her eyes weren't blue or green either but some sort of mix breed. Freak.

"Yeah. I can hear you. I didn't do anything to the elevator but I'm glad you assumed it was me." Wally did nothing to hide the sarcasm in his voice, but she seemed to not take notice- Wally was climbing to his feet, but she sat on the ground, legs crossed. Still staring.

"Oh. You're welcome. Can you fix it?"

Who is this girl? "Oh yeah, I would but I left my tools in the other elevator I was stuck in today. Hey why don't you fix it, I mean red hair and dressed like that- aren't you one of them rare genies or perhaps a leprauchaun?"

"Excuse me? Have I offended you in anyway?" She wasn't looking at him anymore; she was staring at the floor now.

"No... Just my nature." He didn't feel like starting an argument while trapped in an elevator.

"Oh, I understand. Is it also your nature to drink? Sorry but you smell like alchohol..." She was back to staring at him. I wish she wouldn't do that.

"And you smell like dirt." Wally's reply was sudden, and left the woman with a look of shock on her face. I need a drink. Wally knew he had a flask in his back pocket of his jeans, but he didn't want to pull it out and show this 'dirt girl' that drinking was part of his nature. It always had been.

"What's your name anyway?" His tone was less than pleasant and he knew it.

"Inna. And if you want to have a drink- go ahead." She was still staring at him, but her eyebrows were raised higher than before, she was amused, not angry at all. Or offended. How the hell did she know...? Fuckin' genies. Wally pulled the flask out, and took a swig. Whiskey.

"Perhaps one of us should climb out the top and try and get help?" She said, pointing above to a trap door in the elevator roof.

"Good luck with that one, while you're out there see if you can find me a sandwhich. I'm starving." This girl is out of her mind. I'm not James Bond and I don't plan on doing an elevator shaft escape.

"Why would I have to go?" Inna had a completely serious tone.

"It was your idea, plus I left my bat-grapple at home." Wally was frustrated, he was almost maxing out his sarcasm scale and she didn't even beat and eyelash. If he did this with Sara, she'd be ready to chew rocks, and cut him crossways. But Sara has the temper of a wolf starving in mid-winter.

"So, do you have a girlfriend? A wife maybe?" Inna was still looking up at the trap door. She was serious about this.

"Um, yeah... a girlfriend. Sara." This was the first time Wally wasn't aware of the flask in his hand.

"Sara..." "Sara? I don't like that name much." It almost sounded as if she was talking to herself.

"I'm sure she'd be thrilled to know that."

"Know what?"

"Nothing... When is this elevator going to start working... I'm late." Lied Wally. He had nowhere to go, but Inna didn't need to know that.

"Late for what?"

"Getting out of this elevator..." He trailed off, he didn't expect to actually tell her that.

"Oh in that case, so am I." Oh so this one did have some fight in her. Wally was grinning- perhaps he could have some fun with this.

"So I was wondering, why the hell do you smell like-" Wally was cut off by the sound of a mans voice coming from the speaker under the floor buttons.

"Excuse me, we will have the elevator working in no time- is everyone alright?"

"Finally... Yeah we are both fine." Wally wasn't standing up as straight as he wanted, and he was sure Inna had noticed the slur. The elevator's sudden movement sent Wally to the floor. "Shit, I think I left my stomache down a floor or two..." He didn't try to stand up; knowing it wouldn't end up as he planned. The elevator stopped at floor 14; Inna was almost out the door before it opened.

"Are you coming?" She was staring at him, a look of concern infecting her face. He raised an eyebrow at her offered hand.

"Um..." He stammered. "Naw, I think I'm gonna lay here a while... maybe wait till this coffin heads back down- maybe I can retrieve my stomache." He got that sentence out without a slur, despite his head shaking. Inna shot him a saddened look as she walked away, he watched her leave- his eyelids weighed a ton. He wasn't getting up for a while.

Radio Play

Wally: "Come on, come on... Pick up, pick up..."

Emily: "Hello?"

Wally: "Hi... Emily? It's Wally. How're you?"

Emily: "Oh. Hi Wally. I'm fine."

Wally: "I don't really know why I'm calling, but I just, sometimes I text you and you- you don't reply. I just, I miss you... You know I do. And I've been thinking, about you- I've been thinking..."

Emily: "Wally I'm getting married in a month- you know you can't be calling me. You know we shouldn't be talking."

Wally: "But when we do text, your responses are so short, they are barely replys..."

Emily: "What do you want?"

Wally: "I want to talk to you Em."

Emily: "Then talk, but this is the last time."

Wally: "What if you're making a mistake, what if he's not the one?"

Emily: "You called, just to talk me out of marrying Cole?"

Wally: "No... Yes. No. No, I called to talk. Ugh, I've been thinking- what if he is your one person, but you're mine. What do I do then? What about... remember that time we talked for hours-when we went to the cottage, under the stars?

Emily: "Yes... Why?"

Wally: "What if you really are my inspiration for my art, what if you're the only reason I paint, and draw... What if, once you marry him. Cole. I can't seem to paint anymore, and than what do I do... My art is all I have, you know that.

Emily: "Stop, you are much more than just an artist. You select one part of yourself, one piece of the puzzel and you hold onto it. You need to stop doing that, that is one of the reasons I had to leave. You never look at the whole picture, just the frayed and burnt corner and you whole-heartedly believe that, that insignificant edge is everything. Perhaps the reason you haven't been inspired is because you have taken the artist in you, and made it everything you are- and you have held it so tightly in your hand, and squeezed and squeezed until it's turned to ash. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Wally: "You always were so poetic. But what else am I, besides an artist?"

Emily: "Seriously? You are an amazing artist yes. But you're funny, and so sweet, romantic too. You have the potential to be such an incredible boyfriend, and eventually a husband."

Wally: "Do you miss it? Do you miss us."

Emily: "I can't answer that, I'm getting married Wally."

Wally: "Please... Just, answer."

Emily: "Parts. I miss parts of it. But that's as much as I can say. It's not fair to Cole. You know it.'

Wally: "Do you really think I care about what is fair to Cole?"

Emily: "Don't be rude."

Wally: "Emily... Emily, I love you and you're making a mistake."

Emily: "Goodbye Wally, please don't call me again."

Wally: "No, don't go. Will you just stay and talk to me... Don't."

Emily: "I can't stay. I'm sorry."

Wally: "I love you Emily, I lo-"

Operator: "Please hang up, and try your call again. Please hang up. Please hang up, and try your call again. Please hang up. Please hang up, and try your call again. Please hang up..."