The Blood of a Tree Is Called... 2003-03-13

So one of the things I do is write. Duh. I don't just write on diaryland, though... I write plays, and screenplays, and stories, and poetry.

Yup poetry... Remarkably enough, the stuff I write actually gets used in some places.
I've had two original plays produced. And a third, which was a collaborative effort. I wrote only one scene of the play, and helped tighten up the dialogue of the rest of it.
And in case you were wondering, the three plays were entitled "Sodom", "People on Fire, Retard Porn, and a Pack of Smokes", and "Dick".

As far as poetry is concerned, I've posted some of it here, and for the most part it's pretty dark. Somebody likes it, however, because I've been published six times.

Here's the funny thing. I write poetry as a means of venting volatile emotions, getting shit out of my system. That means I only write poetry when there's something wrong with me.
My relationship with my girlfriend is good. So good, that I haven't been in a wierd depressed funk since we've been dating. (She rocks, doesn't she...)
And what's been happening, is that I'll sit down to write something, and I'll get a couple of lines out... and then, nothing. I have no oomph (that's a technical term, by the way) whatsoever to finish. Or even try.

So, the other night, I forced myself to write something. Just to see if I could do it. It was... markedly lighter in tone than my other works. It's not bad, in my opinion, in terms of structure and composition... But goddam is it sappy! So that's what I called it. Here it is (and anyone who doesn't want to read it, there's nothing more in this entry, so you can click the BACK button or something):

A Sappy Little Love Poem

I look at my Love and simply smile.
Behind my smile is silent thought.
There's so many things I love about her, you see.
But I don't know what to say and what to not.

I want to tell her what I love about her,
But I can't seem to find the words.
Trying to grab onto any one thought
Is like a man going fishing for birds.

I love how incredibly talented she is.
I suppose that's a good place to start.
And yet she's also incredibly sexy.
And she's also incredibly smart.

So I just look at my Love and smile,
And convey in that grin my silent thoughts,
All the things I love about her, you see.
Since I don't know what to say and what to not.