drama

What I thought was true, wasn't
What I thought we could be, wasn't
What I thought we had,
Or what we could become,
Wasn't
Nothing is what it seemed
To be
Nothing is as it should
Always be
Just like we use
To be
Why can't we be
Those people
Anymore?
Why has our friendship
Escaped us?
When was it exactly,
That you and me
Became you and me?
When was it exactly,
That you and me
Weren't what we use
To be?

Why does life
Have to be such a
Stupid guy running
In the middle of the road
On the side of an
Intersection?
Why does life
Have to be a
Book without it’s
Pages-
Without it’s words
And even if you think you know,
It’s not even close
Even when you think you’ve figured it out-
Figured out how
Such a world like ours
Even exists...
You’re not even close
But how would anyone know
What a book was about, if that book
Had no pages
Had no words?
How would anyone know
How this world
Became what we know as
Earth?

Why does everything have to suck all at once?

I mean:

I know life isn't all bad. I have friends who make me smile; I have the best S.O. in the world; my family loves me; my teachers care; we have Barack Obama for freakin' president elect!

But I can't ever focus on those things - not when all the sucky things just mob you and take you down. It's like they shield you from all the good things in the world so that you... I don't know.

Damn it.

I hate when people are fake and start drama it’s really annoying. I could write a book with all the drama that is caused in high school. The sad part is you can’t even believe what you hear from other people. Half the time they stretch the truth or they just make it up because they think they are being all cool by trashing a person you don’t like. News flash for all of the high school drama starters, you’re not cool when you start stuff and no one even cares what you guys say. For all the fakers you should know by now that you should be yourself, I mean come on we are in high school not in preschool. Let’s just put an end to all this drama and just be real. That’s what is so annoying to me.

(I'm doing this theater "class" a few towns over, and we were supposed to write monologues and the perform them. I finished this last night, and it won't be performed for a few days. I would love feedback on it. I really thought it would go in a different direction than it did in the end.)

When did it first start? Uhh… Well, ever since I was a little kid, I had seen things. They weren’t terrible things, no. They were little flutters of motion in the corner of my eye, or heat distortion when it was cold enough to see your own breath. I told my mom about ‘em, but she laughed me off, claiming to her friends that she had a son with a very strong imagination. At first I was confused. My mother had always been there for me, but this time she obviously couldn’t tell just how concerned I was. I was afraid of something, and I wasn’t quite sure what. I would often fall asleep with the lights on, simply because I was so scared of what I couldn’t see.

The Wake-Up Call
By Sarah DeBouter

Characters: (Gender’s and names are adjustable)

Margaret Peterson- the therapist

Renee Winslow- the daughter

Evelyn Winslow- the mother

Peter Winslow- the father

Stage set: a 3 person couch and a chair facing each other. Both adjacent to a plain wall with a crooked clock.

Curtains open to a tension filled room. Renee, Evelyn and Peter sit on the couch.
Margaret walks in with files in her hand, sits in the chair.

I wrote this poem in April (I think):

stressed
been working
so hard

the pain
it's almost
unbearable

my life
a drawing
erased
redrawn
started over

switching interests
can't make up
my mind

nothing stays the same
everything keeps
changing

i learned that
she's leaving
soon

no word on
whether or not
he'll stay

the emotion
the drama
too much
all at once

i need things
not to change
all the time

i'm growing up
getting older
my body tries
to catch up with my brain

everyone says
i'm mature
they trust me
to be perfect

but i'm still
learning
believe it
or not

they both
trust me
i need
them both

help

she said
she'll give me
her email address
but that's
not enough

i pray
they'll always
be there

and they won't

already
i've lost him
once

will i be able
to recover
if he's lost
again

we're closer now
than ever
before

we think each others
thoughts
we speak each others
words

It's unrealistic the way things can go
From perfectly fine,
To a compelete train wreck
In just a few hours.
It's depressing, exciting, scary, and dramatic.
It sucks

And then you try to fix this puzzle,
But sadly enough for you,
You haven't got all the pieces right at hand.
You have them somewhere,
But where only you can find them.

DRAMA
My mom says I am pure DRAMA
She says I could play a lead part
In a Broadway show.
Broadway is my dream.
Even though my mom
Says my dream can come true,
My dream has yet to come.
But YET is the key word.