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Post by behindTHEmask on Nov 12, 2005 7:49:16 GMT -8
I have this written as a prose, too, but I can't decide which I like better. If you want me to post the prose, I will, but I'd just like to what you think first, really.
Also, I'd like to know if I should leave the title, The Screenplay, Love or just The Screenplay.
The Screenplay, Love.
Glorious fires of the night begging to be made cameras for love.
You're staring down at lovers not in love, begging them to leave each others side – attempting to plead with them to open their eyes. They kick and scream in refusal and you roll the film, anyways, as if you know their story.
Glorious fires of the night begging to be made into a screenplay.
Their breathing in each other’s sweat in attempt to purge their anger for you, to be rid of lust and passion, and grow out of the childish state they’ve reverted to. They’re rolling and moaning trying to deceive you, But you’re still capturing their life, as if you’ve already seen the ending.
Glorious fires of the night begging to be made into a motive.
They’re walking separately enraged in your presence, beneath your bright lights that lead them in different directions of love, to a screenplay created for their heartbeats of desire. A kiss for a boy, A glance for a girl, It’s just the screenplay you wanted, with the ending you knew. There’s no more need for begging by shining brighter, trying to outdo even yourself.
Glorious fires of the night, you’ve created a screenplay. You were the cameras made for love.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 12, 2005 11:42:06 GMT -8
this is one of the most unusual things i've ever read in my entire life. the diction, the imagery, the flow? all fantastic. great job. it's just soo diffrent. i'm kinda speechless because it's so unusual. very nice.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 12, 2005 11:43:03 GMT -8
oh, and this seems like a poem more to me, just because of the format, and i like The Screenplay, Love because it's just seems ironically right to me.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Nov 12, 2005 12:34:03 GMT -8
I tried to make it different. I was just thinking about a falling in love under the stars, but it seems so overplayed, now. So I had to think of a different way to describe everything. A different way to find love because lets face it, a lot of times you find the wrong person before the right.
I think I like it better as a poem to. I think the format is better than the prose I made.
Thanks you.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 12, 2005 12:43:56 GMT -8
no prob. i really enjoyed it!
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Post by Ramona on Nov 14, 2005 8:14:04 GMT -8
This is so great. I love how you relate it all back to the screenplay, tying it back there periodically without losing the flow or the rhythm (which is almost the same thing) of the piece (is that how you spell piece? words are looking funny to me today) and without lsing the theme. Again, just fantastic.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Nov 14, 2005 14:54:46 GMT -8
Thanks, Ramona.
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Post by darktears on Nov 14, 2005 15:37:25 GMT -8
I like this alot! I really enjoyed it. I espiecally liked the line "Glorious fires of the night,", omg loved that line! It was really good.
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Post by darktears on Nov 14, 2005 15:37:56 GMT -8
And it was so different and unusual I guess, Can't think of a better word at this moment, that is just worked, you know?
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Post by Queen of Rain on Nov 15, 2005 0:00:42 GMT -8
Unique is what I would call it.. Brilliant idea with excellent theme dealed with in a very intelligent way creating a nice depth. I think just The screenplay is a better title.. Also I think it could remain as prose because the rythm here lies in the choice of words and not the linebreak and therefore it works as deep prose.. "You're staring down at lovers not in love," thqat line darling, is so amazing that I am speechless
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Post by behindTHEmask on Nov 15, 2005 15:40:31 GMT -8
Thank you, very much.
I was trying to break it from what people have done, and just making metaphors different. I wanted something that personally got me. That wasn't just a story, but where each word has a meaning.
But that's truly the basis of all poems, I suppose. A person's writing is original to them.
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