The Red Jumpsuit Alliance2024-03-28T22:33:57ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/353076608?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/group/writers/forum/topic/listForContributor?user=1ythsip2lhbzm&feed=yes&xn_auth=noThis is not a poem, it's not a song, the only thing i can think of it is true.tag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2009-10-05:1523676:Topic:2049012009-10-05T18:30:07.974ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
A broken heart will hurt for ever,<br />
Unless touched by an Angel<br />
And weather or not the lov eis true,<br />
It is better to loved and lost all,<br />
Then to have never felt the wermth of faild love.<br />
Brith, Death, Hate, Love they are all life, and yet,<br />
You will never live till you've felt them all<br />
You where born, you have hated and when,<br />
You have found love, soon all to soon you will see<br />
The face of death,no one will truely die,<br />
'Till they are lost and froe gotten<br />
Tears are falling for all those how are…
A broken heart will hurt for ever,<br />
Unless touched by an Angel<br />
And weather or not the lov eis true,<br />
It is better to loved and lost all,<br />
Then to have never felt the wermth of faild love.<br />
Brith, Death, Hate, Love they are all life, and yet,<br />
You will never live till you've felt them all<br />
You where born, you have hated and when,<br />
You have found love, soon all to soon you will see<br />
The face of death,no one will truely die,<br />
'Till they are lost and froe gotten<br />
Tears are falling for all those how are lost.<br />
My heart has been broken by death, cuz of life,,<br />
I hate the fact of death and still, I WILL DIE<br />
Never look to ''then'' Never say ''what if?''<br />
LIVE FOR NOW Never look to the past,<br />
Never look to what will be I WILL DIE but,,,,,<br />
I LIVE NOW What if there is no answer?tag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2009-03-14:1523676:Topic:1626462009-03-14T02:52:10.219ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
not a song, not a poem, not a story, just something.<br />
i wrote this recently in about 15 minutes, it just came out all at once. and now i dont remember what a lot of it means. but i do remember having all these huge ideas when i was writing it. maybe its just rubbish, i dont know. interpret it however you like<br />
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they say its best to take a stand and stand for what you believe in<br />
but how often do we forget respect as we hold a…
not a song, not a poem, not a story, just something.<br />
i wrote this recently in about 15 minutes, it just came out all at once. and now i dont remember what a lot of it means. but i do remember having all these huge ideas when i was writing it. maybe its just rubbish, i dont know. interpret it however you like<br />
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they say its best to take a stand and stand for what you believe in<br />
but how often do we forget respect as we hold a sign of opinion?<br />
what if there is no answer<br />
<br />
everyone makes the decisions of the moment right or wrong<br />
but it was always right at the time<br />
so in the end<br />
we're all doing our best<br />
fly or fail<br />
if everyone were to wait<br />
for the voice of another<br />
nothing would move<br />
and nothing would stimulate<br />
single out a fault<br />
and the fault is shadowed<br />
switch the colors and you build again<br />
infinite directions that never return<br />
what if there is no answer<br />
<br />
rely on the perplexed and rely on the voices<br />
rely on the silent and rely on choices<br />
some things never change<br />
because change moves and stays<br />
what if there IS no answer<br />
<br />
some seek truth and some seek an answer<br />
those are one and the same<br />
it depends on the journey<br />
some prefer not to seek and listen<br />
some prefer to choose and repeat<br />
every word has a meaning for each mind<br />
what if there is no answer<br />
<br />
fight for peace solely for one<br />
but beautiful intentions can never succeed<br />
other stories exist with equal reason<br />
choices are always right in creation<br />
pacify with contentness<br />
everyone never will<br />
everyone accepting makes no acceptance<br />
circle<br />
still no answer<br />
<br />
words at the end of a story<br />
tell you to enjoy<br />
never shun another<br />
you will, like all yet for your choice<br />
you will shame for shame..<br />
if your choice be not to shame<br />
no advice<br />
everyone is forever choosing and succeeding<br />
unknown chemicals strive to perfection<br />
infinite journeys with nothing alike<br />
we will forever survive on questions<br />
one word of universal<br />
enjoy and live<br />
? Lyrics that I wrote... Tell me what you think.tag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2009-02-09:1523676:Topic:1516482009-02-09T22:37:09.312ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
The song is called "Behind These Walls" It's a slow song but not like overly. Let me know what you think pleasee :]<br />
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These walls know my secrets<br />
that no one could keep<br />
They've seen all the times<br />
the times I would weep<br />
For you, for you<br />
<br />
This book holds the words<br />
that no one would say<br />
the story I wrote<br />
I wrote everyday<br />
for you, for you<br />
<br />
Your words won't change things<br />
They can't rearrange things<br />
These wounds won't heal overnight<br />
I just wish you would hear this right<br />
<br />
[Chorus]<br />
Please don't leave me…
The song is called "Behind These Walls" It's a slow song but not like overly. Let me know what you think pleasee :]<br />
<br />
These walls know my secrets<br />
that no one could keep<br />
They've seen all the times<br />
the times I would weep<br />
For you, for you<br />
<br />
This book holds the words<br />
that no one would say<br />
the story I wrote<br />
I wrote everyday<br />
for you, for you<br />
<br />
Your words won't change things<br />
They can't rearrange things<br />
These wounds won't heal overnight<br />
I just wish you would hear this right<br />
<br />
[Chorus]<br />
Please don't leave me alone again<br />
Can't find my way home again<br />
You are my guiding light<br />
But now you're fading out of sight<br />
You leave me, memories and all<br />
Behind these closing walls<br />
<br />
[Verse]<br />
These walls have seen the nights<br />
that I spent dreaming of you<br />
They've seen every fight<br />
Every struggle I went through<br />
For you, for you<br />
<br />
This book just can't be read<br />
The meaning is too strong<br />
Not even when I'm dead<br />
I've done it all wrong<br />
For you, for you<br />
<br />
Your words mean nothing<br />
They won't change a damn thing<br />
I'm so sick of this fight<br />
I can't see who's right<br />
<br />
[Chorus]<br />
<br />
Behind these walls<br />
You'll find me<br />
Running through these halls<br />
You blind me again<br />
I just can't win<br />
<br />
So don't leave me alone again<br />
Can't find my way home again<br />
You are my guiding light<br />
And you've never been so bright Moving Forward in Reversetag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2009-01-05:1523676:Topic:1354182009-01-05T16:10:08.168ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
This is one of my lyrics. I play it on accoustic guitar. It's a really slow song, and the intro is even slower. Let me know what you think of it plz ^^<br />
.x<br />
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-Intro:<br />
What have you done<br />
Where did you go<br />
Where are you now<br />
I’ve got to go<br />
<br />
It’s too late now<br />
We’re over and done<br />
The sun is gone<br />
The rain will come<br />
<br />
It’s been too long<br />
<br />
-chorus:<br />
Like a lullaby we cry at night<br />
Life is so hard now you’re out of sight<br />
I don’t see how to come this day through<br />
When I lay in bed I think of you<br />
Is it over now…
This is one of my lyrics. I play it on accoustic guitar. It's a really slow song, and the intro is even slower. Let me know what you think of it plz ^^<br />
.x<br />
<br />
<br />
-Intro:<br />
What have you done<br />
Where did you go<br />
Where are you now<br />
I’ve got to go<br />
<br />
It’s too late now<br />
We’re over and done<br />
The sun is gone<br />
The rain will come<br />
<br />
It’s been too long<br />
<br />
-chorus:<br />
Like a lullaby we cry at night<br />
Life is so hard now you’re out of sight<br />
I don’t see how to come this day through<br />
When I lay in bed I think of you<br />
Is it over now or just a dream<br />
I know this isn’t what it seems<br />
<br />
- verse:<br />
I’m moving forward in this life now<br />
In the air that I can breathe<br />
Suffocating when you come down<br />
Hey, is this now what you mean<br />
And I don’t know what I’m feeling<br />
This life without you feels so good<br />
And I know I gotta, I gotta throw it all away<br />
<br />
-instrumental<br />
-chorus<br />
<br />
Suffocating in a dream<br />
You know this isn’t what it seems<br />
Suffocating in a dream I want to become a author/writer.tag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2008-12-18:1523676:Topic:1329872008-12-18T08:44:21.700ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
and i would absolutely love if any of you were to read my book that i am in the process of writing, the problem is that i am too lazy to copy it and paste it on here.<br />
but if you were to be less lazy then i, i will copy and paste the link to my myspace and you are more then welcome to add me on there (i check my myspace more then i check this) and criticize my book-in-making.<br />
add me.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/blackxknight13">http://www.myspace.com/blackxknight13</a><br />
<br />
last name: M
and i would absolutely love if any of you were to read my book that i am in the process of writing, the problem is that i am too lazy to copy it and paste it on here.<br />
but if you were to be less lazy then i, i will copy and paste the link to my myspace and you are more then welcome to add me on there (i check my myspace more then i check this) and criticize my book-in-making.<br />
add me.<br />
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/blackxknight13">http://www.myspace.com/blackxknight13</a><br />
<br />
last name: M Teaser for a Story I'm Working On(Kingdom of the Immortal)tag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2008-12-15:1523676:Topic:1326402008-12-15T19:51:08.355ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
Hello all, I just wanted to show you what I've been up to in this down-time I've been having. Recently, I sent my final proof of Twins off to be put into production, so I've had a lot of time just to come up with new ideas, and this one has been cramming my thoughts for the past week. I only just now have put my pen down and actually come up with something, and this is what I've got. I am really intrigued with Greek Mythology, and I've tried integrating as much as I could into Twins, but to no…
Hello all, I just wanted to show you what I've been up to in this down-time I've been having. Recently, I sent my final proof of Twins off to be put into production, so I've had a lot of time just to come up with new ideas, and this one has been cramming my thoughts for the past week. I only just now have put my pen down and actually come up with something, and this is what I've got. I am really intrigued with Greek Mythology, and I've tried integrating as much as I could into Twins, but to no avail. So, finally, I've done some work with it and what I hope to be the end-product is a fantastic fairy-tale about a mortal named Soren falling in love with a higher being.<br />
Enjoy,<br />
<br />
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The Kingdom of the Immortal was almost as splendid as the Immortal themselves. From the Kingdom, they lived—though they knew no time—they ruled—each god over his or her own—and they loved.<br />
And love was the start of it all.<br />
The earth was perfect, at first, as was all made by the gods from the Kingdom. But like all the gods made, it had its weaknesses.<br />
<br />
And that was where those from the Underland came into this fairytale. Gods ruled the Underland also. Those who despised all goodness and righteousness and light. Those who lurked in the shadows waiting to strike at the Kingdom of Immortals. Those who also ruled the mortals above.<br />
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It was an unwritten law that only the blood of the gods would ever open the gates of the Kingdom of the Immortal unlawfully; and that was the one thing that was unattainable for the evil gods—or the bullgods, as I later found they were named—out of all on this good earth. You see, the gods were immortal. Not “immortal” as humans understand it to be. Immortal. The Immortal. A sword would rather cease to exist than to penetrate the skin of a god. They relied on nothing to exist, not air, not warmth, not food, nor time. They just <i>were</i>.<br />
And nothing but the unattainable would ever give the bullgods victory over their enemies.<br />
Unattainable, however, changed when Gothima took command.<br />
No one, mortal or Immortal, could compare to Gothima, for she had eaten the golden fruit of the Tree of Life. She was damned by Zeus and all in the Kingdom of the Immortal, for she had made herself a god by eating. And in so eating, she had realized the one weakness of Zeus and the Kingdom of Immortals.<br />
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Humans.<br />
<br />
Six times she had tried to corrupt the innocent human race with each of the Forbidden Sins, and five times she failed. But the sixth sin was committed by a human, and thus was the human race tainted with knowledge beyond itself. The gods watched as sin spread through and throughout the population below and soiled them as dirt upon snow, but nothing could be done. And as Almighty Zeus watched his’ creation corrupt, a teardrop of blood fell from his eye to be lost in time and space. Not from sadness; from the purest love only a creator can grasp.<br />
And love was the start of it all.<br />
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<br />
<br />
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A single drop of blood.<br />
That was all.<br />
All that it took to spin my life upside down, twist it inside out, rip it in two, and then make something of it greater than any normal mortal could comprehend.<br />
This was my life.<br />
<br />
I had grown up in the only carpenter shop Vience had to offer. The shop was the first thing I came to hate; for it robbed my father from both me and my family. When I was just seven years old, my father took me into his’ shop, and picked up a wooden sledgehammer. “One day, Soren, you’ll grow up to be a carpenter just like me and take over my shop when I am gone.” A carpenter. And it made me hate the tools, the word, the shop even more. On that day, I swore to myself that I would never devote my life to the trade...<br />
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<3 Nick Fensterman yaaatag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2008-08-16:1523676:Topic:1102252008-08-16T17:49:51.453ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
Great re-awakening.<br />
<br />
what are you waiting for?<br />
<br />
its easy to blame someone else.<br />
<br />
what are you looking for? u already have it ALL. IN YOU!!<br />
<br />
heres the thing-those things dont matter anymore-see you are only soul.<br />
<br />
if (God)(Divine)(Life) is the only thing then there is nothing to be scared, afraid, worried, furious about.<br />
<br />
I experienced it! away with preprogrammed self and YEAH only expansion of whole qualities.<br />
<br />
People in awakened mind can stick-come together and create change.<br />
<br />
I think we are…
Great re-awakening.<br />
<br />
what are you waiting for?<br />
<br />
its easy to blame someone else.<br />
<br />
what are you looking for? u already have it ALL. IN YOU!!<br />
<br />
heres the thing-those things dont matter anymore-see you are only soul.<br />
<br />
if (God)(Divine)(Life) is the only thing then there is nothing to be scared, afraid, worried, furious about.<br />
<br />
I experienced it! away with preprogrammed self and YEAH only expansion of whole qualities.<br />
<br />
People in awakened mind can stick-come together and create change.<br />
<br />
I think we are at a medium stage of using our senses and emotions.<br />
<br />
use your emotions-how you can!<br />
<br />
dont wait another second to tell them you love them.<br />
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all bliss!! is in the air!!<br />
ITS (God)(Divine)(Life) AIR. all the time. (God)(Divine)(Life) is in the air-see this! (God)(Divine)(Life) in the air all the timel. is the whole air. see its all in the air. LIFE. all in it all there is!<br />
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in relationships, soul communication, commitment.<br />
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its great to be all about your life. FOCUS into it. no negativity. but see you are them.<br />
<br />
its so happy! exciting! all joy every 2nd! omg each-LIFE IS (GOD)(Divine)(Life)<br />
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send lil blessings to them. thats all there is.<br />
<br />
so love happy. heaven. (God)(Divine)(Life)(Earth) love, all the time. people will see it. oh ok. share.<br />
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Yea so life is love LIFE is LOVE! (God)(Divine)(Life)! Each second of bliss, each. its nice. its just all there is. (God)(Divine)(Life) -YOU IN IT. feeling/good. feeling peace.<br />
<br />
love yourself first. and love to alll.<br />
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YOU ARE ALL THE POSITIVE QUALITIES. ALL> COMPASSION.....ALL<br />
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THIS IS YOUR TRUE SELF.<br />
<br />
the second you think about material (poof you are gone-in magic terms) or (you are out of sync-THIS IS REAL. THIS IS REALISM. i am a realist<br />
<br />
seeing other inspired, most incredible thing. you see it in them!!!!!<br />
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what i love about you is that ur heart will always stay the same.<br />
<br />
see moment!! live in the moment<br />
<br />
im so glad people have the same issues as me. TEACHING-you dont want to learn the nothing!!<br />
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wake<br />
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nothing matters excpept love. we are all love. all other thoughts are illusions.<br />
<br />
anybody who blox beauty , blox their wholeness, truth, way, existence, (being)--are you?<br />
<br />
you can say no! (God)(Divine)(Life) will make you ever more capable of this<br />
<br />
SHARED-THAT IS (God)(Divine)(Life). WITH OTHER. THIS IS ENTIRE (God)(Divine)(Life). Share, see this. Elation. (God)(Divine)(Life) Most.<br />
<br />
Giving<br />
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We are all one soul. we are all one. we are all one. seriously, you ache, they do. and your happiness is rheres, so we are all one! you are them and ur happiness and wholeness is also what they are.<br />
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love-(God)(Divine)(Life) feeling is the same for everyone<br />
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peace. it can be called love, tranquility.<br />
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(God)(Divine)(Life) talks all the time<br />
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Im here to tell you that ur true self has nothing to do with body.<br />
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see them as they really are! soul I had to get this out of my brain.tag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2008-07-04:1523676:Topic:1047792008-07-04T12:54:38.967ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
Writing while thinking.<br />
There are people. This is a fact. I see them, in every mirror, and everywhere.<br />
We consume, produce, and advertise. Three things, linked in a process constantly unfolding, with no defined beginning or end.<br />
By our own estimate, we run this game. It is ours, and we are waiting for some other competitors. However, without them, we are more than content to run it on each other.<br />
We are in the seas of this enterprise, and it is sink or swim. Bobbing and swept along in it, we…
Writing while thinking.<br />
There are people. This is a fact. I see them, in every mirror, and everywhere.<br />
We consume, produce, and advertise. Three things, linked in a process constantly unfolding, with no defined beginning or end.<br />
By our own estimate, we run this game. It is ours, and we are waiting for some other competitors. However, without them, we are more than content to run it on each other.<br />
We are in the seas of this enterprise, and it is sink or swim. Bobbing and swept along in it, we connect and form tenuous, symbiotic relationships, both empirical and ethereal.<br />
Converting the empirical into the virtual has become the defining obsession of our species. "What is "IT" truly worth?", we ask ourselves, and to answer we look into both our souls, and our coffers, equally. Everything has its price.<br />
The numbers that define our real lives, and the lives of others, are, largely, imaginary. Yet, out of these numbers, are made every price and service, everything produced, consumed, destroyed and reborn again. And not just these things, but all of the things created for the things, themselves. Entities, advertisements, promotional items, events. Articles and even entire books worth of information, on any thing or person you have ever heard of, available on every media.<br />
And more of this than anything else on the Earth; at times, itself, covered in media of and about people and things, plastered on every page and surface, moving in giant light and spectacle, on the sides of every skyscraper, entire cities covered with it. They pulse with money and energy, weaving threads of connection, that stretch out into every corner of nowhere. Yogi Barra would point out that it's all free, if you can afford it, as practically anyone who wants to has means to access them. The infinite metropolis extends itself, covering us all like a umbrella. Just look up and you will find it.<br />
And now, for the News. Literally referred to as "Feeds," they are broadcast in every direction; they rain down from across the planet, filling every upturned pot and cup, they leak and stream across every screen, overflowing, rushing from right to left, dumped off the edge of the flat earth of the TV; don't panic until we tell you to, keep watching, you will see it again..<br />
As I write this, here is a memory, of a Buddhist story, the gist of which is a concept that I find reassuring. Something about sitting and watching a river run by, until you have seen everything float past, through drought and flood. Buildings and bodies of both family and enemy, the body of Buddha itself, everything come and gone, until anything becomes ordinary; you have seen it all before. With calloused and jaded ubiquity, more information than you can process is beamed at you 24 hours a day, at a maddening speed, and with incredulous hype.<br />
Almost all of it bought and paid for by the people who create the reported events.<br />
The people who also own those signs, and TV shows. The people who build, destroy, and re-build the cities. They are, after all, not necessarily the individuals who live there. Technically, they are not people at all, except for legal purposes. These entities can own vast properties, wield enormous influence, incomprehensible power, and live hundreds of years.<br />
Every Art or entertainment, whether live or reproduced, now. Is nothing more practical than a vehicle for soapy propaganda, and promises of new formulas or smoother rides?<br />
You are reading this, by virtue of an advertisement medium, just as much as I am writing it by the same virtue.<br />
This is a repeating pattern in every area of our lives. Imagine the scale of it, the enormity of this system, and the way it permeates every level, down to the personal experiences of individuals.<br />
Interpersonal experiences as public relations; putting spin control on your latest debacle, or missed opportunity.<br />
But we, you and I, mere mortals, are connected by this intricate, spiraling fractal that is woven from their interactions as much as our own. We are enabled, the revolution of the new movable type, our presses reek with new ink, and progress. Interconnecting at various levels, each separated by a vacuum that is a comma, separate realities, like plates; spinning on a single thread made of tightly spun choices, consequences, trends, brands, ideas, pretenses and artifice. The onion that unfurls, layer by layer, each one a tightly bound lotus bud, whose unfolding petal points are the statistical peaks of Bell Curve medians; whose numbers swell, in a geometric proportion, relative to the level of interest and examination of others.<br />
The Universe swells, with every definition a new creation comes forth, every piece of information creates more information; more stuff, more people, to make more things, to think about, to trade with, and, to die for. Pure statistics, and endless measurements, these will keep us busy forever, when we are finally tired of war. Untitledtag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2008-04-28:1523676:Topic:925202008-04-28T18:03:16.576ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
This is a short story I'm working on. I chose this passage becasue I think it shows the plot pretty well..... tell me what you think, or if you want to read the res!!<br />
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Walking into the first-aid trailer was less than fun. Everyone in there, a face I had encountered previously in the mosh pit. My four foot ten inch frame jumping and trying to get out of the way, failing miserably, and getting pushed constantly. I slowly worked my way to the closest nurse, a blonde wearing one of the band's…
This is a short story I'm working on. I chose this passage becasue I think it shows the plot pretty well..... tell me what you think, or if you want to read the res!!<br />
<br />
Walking into the first-aid trailer was less than fun. Everyone in there, a face I had encountered previously in the mosh pit. My four foot ten inch frame jumping and trying to get out of the way, failing miserably, and getting pushed constantly. I slowly worked my way to the closest nurse, a blonde wearing one of the band's t-shirts.<br />
"Where is he?"<br />
"No fans allowed near him"<br />
"Fuck you! I'm not a damned fan, where the fuck is he?"<br />
I looked up, a mixture of tears, mud, and mascara running down my face only to make it more dirty. a guy I recognized from behind the scenes came to me when he heard the yelling, as soon as he saw me the slow walk became a sprint with a jolt. His picked me up with a quick swift and took me to the back of the first-aid trailer where he lay.<br />
"Fuck! is he okay?"<br />
the sobbing started again filling my throat with knots of concerned questions, and hate for the out-of-control fan that had somehow gotten on the stage to hurt my one and only.<br />
"Yeah, he's just asleep, broken leg and a deep wound on the right arm."<br />
He sept through the night as the band mates and I sat near his bed like idiots, waiting for the moment of his precious waking. Coffee cups burnt out cigarettes, beer cans, and anxiety drowned the room. What lies Beneathtag:redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com,2008-04-08:1523676:Topic:870482008-04-08T14:08:16.076ZCAROLYN GERTRUDE ROSEBUSHhttp://redjumpsuitalliance.ning.com/profile/caroline41
What lies beneath the girl you see on the outside? What lies beneath the empty smile, the forced laugh, the shining eyes that you seem to see and hear everytime you are near? Take a guess. You will never guess right I bet. What lies beneath is a girl struggling to find a place in this hellhole she has to call a home. Shes trying to find a place in her mothers heart, while enduring the coldness her mother puts upfront. Shes lost...confused....exiled. This girl is trying to deal with the confused…
What lies beneath the girl you see on the outside? What lies beneath the empty smile, the forced laugh, the shining eyes that you seem to see and hear everytime you are near? Take a guess. You will never guess right I bet. What lies beneath is a girl struggling to find a place in this hellhole she has to call a home. Shes trying to find a place in her mothers heart, while enduring the coldness her mother puts upfront. Shes lost...confused....exiled. This girl is trying to deal with the confused mix signals shes recieving by the one shes falling for without giving up completly which she is so close to doing. Shes trying to deal with the confusion and the stress that school has made, trying to make decisions that will help her along the way. This girl is still dealing with the pain, mourning for her loss, which seems so long ago yet is still freash in her mind. Everyone seems to have moved on. But noone understands the way she feels every day that passes when she cant talk to him, or even think of seeing him again for hes passed into heaven. Nobody sees the tears she sheds which crash down around her like hail in a storm. Nobody sees the anger boiling within her veins making her want to get rid of herself in the most harsh and painful way. People think they understand but heh im sorry to say but they think wrong. They got the mist of the idea but not the whole. All they see is the girl. Hiding her inner self so that noone she cares about is harmed. She bottles it up inside and is very cautious at letting anyone in. Noone really succeeds in doing so by the way. They see the girl who takes in her friends issues while she gots her own, yet she is still able to support them and give them advice and try to make them better. But nobody sees that her heart. Her heart once filled with so much love, once was whole, was settled with joy and peace.....is now slowly being ripped apart. Its amazing how she hasnt lost her sanity yet. She still has a levelhead.......at least thats what she makes it out to be. Its sad seeing how this girl who has done so much, and is having to go through more than she can endure. This my friends....is what lies beneath the girl you see.<br />
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Jennifer Brady 2-15-08