

ConfessionsOfTheModernYouthScene 1 At Rise: The audience sees six chairs in a half arc. Enter person (stage right) to sit in the first chair. Person: My name’s Logan. I remember seeing this one kid at school. I think his name was Steven or something. He was wearing eye liner and was wearing all black. That’s just retarded. After my friends and I made fun of him I decided to follow him home and teach the little punk a lesson. I whooped on him like my football team did the enemy every night since I got in. Let’s jus’ say that he didn’t get up for awhile. Serves him right…freak show… Person gets up and moves to sit in the second chair. PConfessionsOfTheModernYouth


Sound JudgmentGuy Henderson pulled open the freezer to notice he needed to go shopping soon. He pulled out the last microwavable burrito and looked at it with disgust. He thrust it in the microwave, set the timer, and dropped the wrapper from his ringless finger to join the multitude of other frozen packages lying amidst the trash can. After waiting awhile he opened the microwave to fetch his thawed meal. Slumping back in his chair and staring at the same photo of his ex-wife and kid he fell asleep. Upon awaking Guy noticed that today seemed a bit off. It was as if he was supposed to do something…but he couldn’t put his finger on itSound Judgment


Black RoseExquisitely dark Left in mid-bloom A sign of beauty Yet, a mark of death Moments after it's birth It is left for a funeralBlack Rose
In resembelance of a fallen angel Its uses are all but an arc Known for it's lack of mirth Disregarded by those who assume Yet it leaves me without breath Alas, a sight to see...
Astray in a lonsome abbey A complex spiral Older than Macbeth Leaving its essence of time stark Forever in a state of gloom No-one will know its worth


LosingYou've taken everything away from me. Anything I'd ever relied on... It got me thinking, Maybe the reason life is so hard Is so you can come out on top Or die trying...Losing
Oddly enough I am not yet dying Although I have not even begun to see Why you cease to stop. Your actions as scorching as the sun. My essence...eternally marred... Could it be that I'm sinking?
For sooth my spirit is breaking. It is time for me to sing The song of the scarred... For I've not a chance to flee... At this rate it is impossible to run... At this rate


Random Thoughts 412:30pm. I'm sitting in math class, and I realise I have no idea what my teacher is saying. She could have been listing off my family members, deciding that they had suddenly become a threat to my math learning abilities, and I'd have no idea. ...And now I'm suspicious. I look to my right and the chick sitting next to me smiles. Now I'm really suspicious. I don't even feel sorry for not paying attention. I mean, I know I should have been because I'm pretty sure my math mark isn't what I want on my tombstone. But I'm not sorry. I'm still wondering who the hell made up variables, and why theRandom Thoughts 4
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I hate being cheated on..
death to all worthless traitors!! @_@
I like your gallery. I'm so bad at writing
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To those lost we have loved and to those loved we have lost...
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Love, Your Sweet Assassin
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>I don't suffer from insanity...I enjoy EVERY minute of it!
>I reject your reality and substitute my OWN.
> People keep saying I'm mad, but I'm not! Do I look angry to you?
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