Idea 1) Two best friends deal with a suicide. One of their (in the past) close friends commits suicide, when they haven't talked to him in many months. The friends deal with their issues of death, and their memories of the friend. They become even closer through this.
Idea 2) Middle school kids find a dead body outside the tennis courts before school. The man shot himself in the head. The kids deal with people asking them about it, and with having seen a dead body. Their tennis coach also dies in this same year. (I actually don't want to do this one, I just can't really think of other experiences I'd want to write about, more than this)
Idea 3) A bride and groom finally marry, after waiting seemingly forever. They deal with crazy family, the memories of their relationship so far, and thinking about the future. The couple thinks about how much things have changed since before they even knew each other. They celebrate their love. (Ok so I have been to a wedding, but the specific things I have in mind, haven't occurred yet)
Idea 4) A guy finds out he has a gift with children. He starts out very reluctant to be around kids, and hold them and pick them up, because it seems taboo. Eventually he realizes kids love him, and that he does very well with them. He struggles with himself, wanting to be able to spend time with children, and playing with them, but he knows how it looks, and he's afraid insinuations will be made at some point.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Will you be my muse, darling?
Beautiful girl,
Let your wings unfurl,
And fly with me
As we see
What it's like on the moon;
Don't leave so soon,
It's only noon.
Somewhere.
Up where the air is fair,
We'll forget all our troubles.
As we blow bubbles
And twirl in doubles,
In a cloud,
There won't even be a shroud
Of doubt,
For we know what it's all about,
And we'll tell the world with a shout
That we rely on what's above.
Come, rest with me, in His love,
Beautiful girl.
Let your wings unfurl,
And fly with me
As we see
What it's like on the moon;
Don't leave so soon,
It's only noon.
Somewhere.
Up where the air is fair,
We'll forget all our troubles.
As we blow bubbles
And twirl in doubles,
In a cloud,
There won't even be a shroud
Of doubt,
For we know what it's all about,
And we'll tell the world with a shout
That we rely on what's above.
Come, rest with me, in His love,
Beautiful girl.
My Cry
I am broken beyond repair,
Lower than Sheol,
Inside the pit of despair,
Caught in a web of lies.
Only you can mend me.
Only you can lift me up.
Only you can fill the void.
Only you can untangle the deceit.
My God I rely on you.
You, times three, is who I look to,
Who I listen for,
Who I reach out to.
Save me, Abba, daddy;
I need you now more than ever,
With tears fresh on my cheeks,
And eyes red.
My Father,
Please hold me,
For I am but an infant,
Longing for comfort.
I know you are there.
I know you are here.
I know you love me.
I know you are.
Lower than Sheol,
Inside the pit of despair,
Caught in a web of lies.
Only you can mend me.
Only you can lift me up.
Only you can fill the void.
Only you can untangle the deceit.
My God I rely on you.
You, times three, is who I look to,
Who I listen for,
Who I reach out to.
Save me, Abba, daddy;
I need you now more than ever,
With tears fresh on my cheeks,
And eyes red.
My Father,
Please hold me,
For I am but an infant,
Longing for comfort.
I know you are there.
I know you are here.
I know you love me.
I know you are.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)