Death Through Rioting

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Creative Writing Assignment

 

-John Christopher Depp II-

FINAL

At this precise moment, I am eating this cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice….  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert hey Gilbert are they coming? Are they coming Gilbert?  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  He is the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA.  I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now he whispers to me.  So many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  One person will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? Bar tender?  Math.  A math teacher.  Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner? I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.  She smiles.  Everything is a collection of memories of scenes from different stories.  He leaves.

 My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

I head back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

THIRD REVISION

At this precise moment, I am eating this cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice….  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert hey Gilbert are they coming? Are they coming Gilbert?  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Depp as the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA.  I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now he whispers to me.  So many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  One person will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? Bar tender?  Math.  I’m a math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner? I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.  She smiles.

 

Johnny has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time. 

 

My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

I head back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

SECOND REVISION

At this precise moment, I am eating my cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice.  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape.  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Depp as the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA with his first wife. I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now.  He hides from the cameras until it’s his turn. He has so many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  One person will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? Bar tender?  Math.  I’m a math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Would you like to have dinner? Join me for dinner? I’m going to dinner, if you’d care to join me.  She smiles.

 

Johnny has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time. 

 

My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

Back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

FIRST REVISION

At this precise moment, I am eating my cinnamon roll and daydreaming about him; the way he looks, the sound of his voice.  I can feel his mind invading mine, and slowly, ever so slowly, we become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all he has been through in his life, a myriad of fictional characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into Cry Baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape.  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Depp as the Hatter.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are.  Oh yes he is here, in my head; accompanying me, learning my thoughts as I learn his…. He moved to LA with his first wife. I dream of going there and here he is, calling on me to leave. Look where I’ve come from and look where I am now.  He hides from the cameras until it’s his turn. He has so many lives he has lived he is living he will live.  He takes them with him in his dreams.  

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  Someone will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? No.  A math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Will you join me for dinner? Join me for dinner. I’m having dinner, will you join me? I’m going to dinner, I’d like for you to join me.  Then she says yes.

 

John Christopher Depp II has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time.  My mind feels empty without his presence.

 

Back to loneliness.

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-John Christopher Depp II-

ROUGH DRAFT

Right now I am eating my cinnamon roll and thinking about him.  I can feel his mind infiltrating mine as we slowly become dual persons in a single body.  He is showing me all that he has been through in his life all of his multitudes of characters.  Johnny Depp and his middle school educated mind that has been twisted and molded and formed into cry baby, into Edward, into Gilbert Grape.  A man who has been carved into Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN jack sparrow to you, the worst pirate you’ve ever heard of but you have heard of me.  Have I gone mad? Well I am afraid so, but all the best people are. Am I a best people? I certainly do hope so.  Oh yes he is here, in my mind accompanying me learning my thoughts as well as I learn his. His move to LA with his first wife to start a new life. My dreams of going there, he is calling me to leave look where I’ve come from and look where I am now.  He hides from the cameras until it’s his time. He has so many lives he has lived and he takes them with him in his dreams.   His best friend and HIS wife in his life all the time trading off being each other and one another and creating different worlds where each competes to be the best character.

 

When he leaves this physical world someone will have to be him.  Someone will have to be able to keep the secrets and stories about a life that only he knows.  He has come to me to confide these tales the way he was abusing himself in the beginning of the career he chose.  How he almost gave up until an angel saved him and he became the man with scissors for hands.  Who only wanted love and was casted out from society except from one family and the entire audience.  He was once Frank. A musician? No.  A math teacher. I’m a math teacher.  You are a government spy and in about three chapters in you will have been shot at.  Is there a man? Yes. Will you join me for dinner? Join me for dinner. I’m having dinner, will you join me? I’m going to dinner, I’d like for you to join me.  Then she says yes.

 

John Christopher Depp II has decided his business is needed elsewhere and he thanks you for your time.  My mind feels empty without his presence.

 Back to loneliness.

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Success

 

  

[You leave me too soon]

[and I'm left] and empty shell

[wondering what's'

[to happen next]

 

 

You have burrowed yourself into my mind my heart my body my soul.

 

You have become the single most important part of my life.

 

If I never become rich or famous but I continue to keep you I would still call myself successful. 

Kiss

There was a kiss; one of yours.  It drove me crazy. My head started spinning.

(Just thinking of the dulcet moment is making my heart beat faster)

This kiss, one I didn’t expect.

(The kind of kiss that made me know I was never so happy in my whole life)

It felt like everything happening all at once.  It felt as if the world was standing completely still yet there was a wind that plucked my body off this earth and sent me away. This kiss was a kiss where there are no secrets. It was a kiss where there were so many secrets.  It needed no words, but said every unspoken thought. 

(Did you feel it?)

Did you hear all the whispers in the darkness being announced through the simple of our lips meeting? The kiss said ‘’oh darling, how I’ve missed you.’’

(Did you? Do you miss me?)

The soft hum of pure passion was so overbearing it took my breath away. Ah, this kiss was magical, the very cynosure of us. It told me how happy you were.

(Did it tell you of my joy?)

 Darling, my joy was driven out from my lips onto yours, trying to reach your soul and collide with your heart.  This kiss was delightful. I could feel the energy radiating from each our separate beings, for we are beings created from love and light and oh, darling this kiss….

(Did you notice?)

all the warmth expanding from the chemistry of the exact moment you decided to lean forward. Will you retain the shape of my lips against yours? Can you trace the outline of this with your mind?

(Oh, darling, this kiss was the beginning)

Please, did you too get effervescent emotions washed over your entirety? Know this: you are so becoming.  And oh, this kiss; how evanescent it was, and how I wish it had continued.

(Did you feel it?)

 It was a kiss that let out all the unspoken sentences between us.

(That moment our lips met, the sense of knowledge of a certain veiled promise…)

 There was a secret; one glimpse of it was all I captured, all I hold onto. And Oh, there was a kiss.

 

09202013

Full Moon

Looking at him. Shaking; holding back the pain I feel from the monsters inside.
My jeans rub against the open cut made earlier. I can smell the blood wanting to escape.  I promised myself never again but promises are meant to be broken right?
"I am not perfect"
"You're perfect to me" he said.
  The butterflies multiplied. I hide my face again, blushing madly. He takes my hands in his. Then I turn around and lean against him, staring up at the full moon. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I can feel his heart beat and I concentrate on it.  It's steady, yet quick, pulse calms me down.  He is my balance. He is my comfort.  He is my safehaven.  He leans down and whispers "I love you'' in my ear. Inside, my mind goes blank. I try to tell him I loved him too, but the words would not come out. I've known for months.I just could not ever let him know. I think he's known all along, but never showed. I turn around and hug him, and let him hold me. He kisses my forehead, then my nose, then kisses me for real. I can feel him put his everything into this kiss so I put my everything back. we pull away and I look him straight in the eyes, as my tears start to escape,  and say " I love you More''.