Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
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Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid
Christmas Part II
Later, Christmas Eve Eve
A few minutes I got to my car, a Mitsubishi Diamante with an awesome paintjob that was a sweet hybrid of black and dark green. The car was in near perfect condition, but for one long white scratch on the right side. My dad was sitting in the passenger seat, reading a magazine. My Dad is a tall stocky guy in his fifties. But the most distinctive thin about him is his hair- or lack thereof. My dad is completely bald.
I got in the car
" Hey" he said. I responded in kind.
" How do you think it went?" I asked.
" Pretty good. You got a couple best times, I think" I nodded, buckled
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part2 by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
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Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part2
Christmas Part I
6:00, Christmas Eve Eve
This is the story of a boy, a girl, and a dinner. As with most stories, it all started with a swim meet.
A team of teenagers, clad in swimsuits and towels stood on bleachers cheering, shouting out things like "we won" The swim team had just gotten our first double win (both boys and girls) of the season. A one of them took his phone and keys, and Van Osten was dragged, protesting loudly, towards the pool and thrown in. One of the girls had brought a digital camera, so Jenna, I, and a bunch of other chlorine soaked, bedraggled teammates bunched together for a picture.
*Flash*
"I'm gonna ta
D.M.V
Origin Poem
A long time ago
Not far from here
There were two great warriors
Mighty bringers of woe
Both of them sure
Of their superior might
That they tested each day
In a glorious fight.
Then one night
Amid a fierce struggle
The trickster appeared
Disguised as a puggle
"I know of a way,
A challenge, a Quest
To prove that, among warriors
You are the best."
In a wasteland called Randolph",
Said the devious whiz
"A Huge labyrinth,
The D.M.V, it is
The people inside,
Most unhelpful they are
But if you survive
You get to drive a car."
Both wanted so very
Badly to drive
That they rushed straight there
And
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part1 by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
Literature
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part1
"Jenna and me"
A Memoir
By
Dillon Campbell
2011
I drew in a breath, and went for it.
"So what you listening to?" i asked awkwardly. She removed one of her ear buds and said "what"
"I was wondering what you were listening to?"
"Oh.... um, Eminem" she said, kind of put off "do you know what event they're on?"
"Like seven i think. Mind if i sit?"
....i guess. I sat down on the edge of the blanket.
So what events are you doing? I asked
She put her hand up. The event number was written in red pen on the back.
"Soutter only put me in the one event, like usual." She said with a sigh.
"Well that means you've got
Late
by
Dillon Campbell
The action takes place in an airport lounge
Characters:
Dale Winston
Shelly
Setting: Lounge. A table, and a few chairs.
At Rise: A man sits in a bar, with an empty glass. A waitress is wiping down a dirty glass behind the bar.
WINSTON: Yo, waitress!
SHELLY: Yes, sir?
WINSTON: Can I have another . (Looks at empty glass)
SHELLY: Sure, hon. I'll bring it right out for ya.
WINSTON: I ain't got all day, lady.
SHELLY: I'm coming; I'm coming (under her breath) jerk
WINSTON: What was that?
SHELLY: Nothing sir. Here's your drink
WINSTON: 'Bout time, dang it.
SHELLY: Well, excuse me sir. I h
Captain Trips
Death walks the streets
With human feet
Diseased winds carry death
On human breath
Dark final embrace
With human arms
Like a fire consuming
Human lives
It Spreads
Blank: a Tale of Writers Block by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
Literature
Blank: a Tale of Writers Block
Blank
Pantoum
I sit here passin' time
No poems in my head
My pen don't move cross the page
'cause my hands feel full a lead
No poems in my head
My minds totally blank
My hands feel full of lead
'cause nothin's there to write
My mind is totally blank
Like a gas tank on empty
Cos nothin's there to write
I didn't fill 'er up
Like a gas tank on empty
No poems in my head
I didn't fill 'er up
'cause my hands feel full a lead
Blind
Pantoum
Oh no! I cannot see
How in the world can this be
I was arguing with a leaf
The conversation was not brief
In a bar called the Big Red Hand
From which I had been banned
So to it I did say
"Either let me stay
Or I'll just stare up at this light
Wow that's really bright"
He said "you'll go blind if at the light you stare
But go ahead I do not care
Oh
Robber's Paradise by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
Literature
Robber's Paradise
Robbers Paradise
By
Dillon Campbell
The action takes place in an old West town.
Characters:
BILL FALSTAFF: thirty-year-old outlaw
JAKE STONE: U.S. Marshal, sent to hunt down Bill
CASHIER: nineteen, a cashier, has job ambitions
Settings: A Bank in a town called Paradise.
At Rise: A man walks into a bank. He gets into a conversation with a man who, unbeknownst to either man, is the U.S. Marshal hired to hunt him down.
BILL: (walks up to Stone) Howdy
STONE: (Looks up from solitaire game, nods)
BILL: You new in town?
STONE: (no answer)
BILL: (sarcastically) good talking to ya
STONE: Nah, Genius. Been here the whole time, in a t
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
Literature
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid
Christmas Part II
Later, Christmas Eve Eve
A few minutes I got to my car, a Mitsubishi Diamante with an awesome paintjob that was a sweet hybrid of black and dark green. The car was in near perfect condition, but for one long white scratch on the right side. My dad was sitting in the passenger seat, reading a magazine. My Dad is a tall stocky guy in his fifties. But the most distinctive thin about him is his hair- or lack thereof. My dad is completely bald.
I got in the car
" Hey" he said. I responded in kind.
" How do you think it went?" I asked.
" Pretty good. You got a couple best times, I think" I nodded, buckled
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part2 by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
Literature
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part2
Christmas Part I
6:00, Christmas Eve Eve
This is the story of a boy, a girl, and a dinner. As with most stories, it all started with a swim meet.
A team of teenagers, clad in swimsuits and towels stood on bleachers cheering, shouting out things like "we won" The swim team had just gotten our first double win (both boys and girls) of the season. A one of them took his phone and keys, and Van Osten was dragged, protesting loudly, towards the pool and thrown in. One of the girls had brought a digital camera, so Jenna, I, and a bunch of other chlorine soaked, bedraggled teammates bunched together for a picture.
*Flash*
"I'm gonna ta
D.M.V
Origin Poem
A long time ago
Not far from here
There were two great warriors
Mighty bringers of woe
Both of them sure
Of their superior might
That they tested each day
In a glorious fight.
Then one night
Amid a fierce struggle
The trickster appeared
Disguised as a puggle
"I know of a way,
A challenge, a Quest
To prove that, among warriors
You are the best."
In a wasteland called Randolph",
Said the devious whiz
"A Huge labyrinth,
The D.M.V, it is
The people inside,
Most unhelpful they are
But if you survive
You get to drive a car."
Both wanted so very
Badly to drive
That they rushed straight there
And
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part1 by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
Literature
Complete Abridged Memoirs Of Some Random Kid Part1
"Jenna and me"
A Memoir
By
Dillon Campbell
2011
I drew in a breath, and went for it.
"So what you listening to?" i asked awkwardly. She removed one of her ear buds and said "what"
"I was wondering what you were listening to?"
"Oh.... um, Eminem" she said, kind of put off "do you know what event they're on?"
"Like seven i think. Mind if i sit?"
....i guess. I sat down on the edge of the blanket.
So what events are you doing? I asked
She put her hand up. The event number was written in red pen on the back.
"Soutter only put me in the one event, like usual." She said with a sigh.
"Well that means you've got
Late
by
Dillon Campbell
The action takes place in an airport lounge
Characters:
Dale Winston
Shelly
Setting: Lounge. A table, and a few chairs.
At Rise: A man sits in a bar, with an empty glass. A waitress is wiping down a dirty glass behind the bar.
WINSTON: Yo, waitress!
SHELLY: Yes, sir?
WINSTON: Can I have another . (Looks at empty glass)
SHELLY: Sure, hon. I'll bring it right out for ya.
WINSTON: I ain't got all day, lady.
SHELLY: I'm coming; I'm coming (under her breath) jerk
WINSTON: What was that?
SHELLY: Nothing sir. Here's your drink
WINSTON: 'Bout time, dang it.
SHELLY: Well, excuse me sir. I h
Captain Trips
Death walks the streets
With human feet
Diseased winds carry death
On human breath
Dark final embrace
With human arms
Like a fire consuming
Human lives
It Spreads
Blank: a Tale of Writers Block by RealMenWritePoetry, literature
Literature
Blank: a Tale of Writers Block
Blank
Pantoum
I sit here passin' time
No poems in my head
My pen don't move cross the page
'cause my hands feel full a lead
No poems in my head
My minds totally blank
My hands feel full of lead
'cause nothin's there to write
My mind is totally blank
Like a gas tank on empty
Cos nothin's there to write
I didn't fill 'er up
Like a gas tank on empty
No poems in my head
I didn't fill 'er up
'cause my hands feel full a lead
Blind
Pantoum
Oh no! I cannot see
How in the world can this be
I was arguing with a leaf
The conversation was not brief
In a bar called the Big Red Hand
From which I had been banned
So to it I did say
"Either let me stay
Or I'll just stare up at this light
Wow that's really bright"
He said "you'll go blind if at the light you stare
But go ahead I do not care
Oh
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