SuperSaltyTea

Is spinach necessary for a healthy colon? Poetry and Creative pieces... Waiting for the right person to fall into this page.

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The Dark Side of The Moon

James is a novelist who relied on his deeply rooted depression to write. Writing was the only thing that entertained James, and it allowed him to own a small flat where he stayed with his girlfriend Caroline. They’ve been dating for around 10 months. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him, but ever since, James hasn’t been able to write. Before her, he was a mess.

James is hunched over at his desk in a dark moonlit room, the window is in front of his desk. James is frustrated as he cannot find any inspiration to write. Caroline enters the room.

Caroline : Babe are you ok?

James : No. I’m not ok.

James notices the constant ticking noise coming from his wrist watch. It's 3 AM.

James : I'm happy. You’ve given me so much happiness beyond what I could have imagined. And now I can’t work. What am I without my work?

Caroline slowly moves towards James

Caroline : You’ve been working hard babe, just take a break and -

James interrupts Caroline, and lashes out. Getting out of his seat furiously and turning towards Caroline.

James : A break isn’t going to do shit!

James throws all the notes and scraps of paper off of his desk. Caroline, backs away, frightened. Caroline notices the empty bottle of whiskey on his desk and the tipped over glass.

James : Not for my work atleast.

Caroline : You want us to take a break? We can take a break babe, you just need some time to calm down and think things through.

James : I can’t think at all and it’s because of you.

Caroline : Well what do you want me to do?

James is completely derailed. He pauses for a moment before turning back to his desk.

James : I want you to get the fuck out of my house and never come back.

Caroline begins to cry, covering her mouth with her hand trying to supress the feeling.

James : What am I without my work?

Caroline : What are you without me?

James looks out of his window and notices the dark shadow of the full moon.

James : Happy…

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Because Fuck It I Am My Own Demons...

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Weeds.

Kate is doing the gardening as part of her chores, and Cameron - her best friend - came along as company.

Cameron : Why do people pull out weeds?

Kate : Because they're ugly and kill the other flowers.

Cameron : They're alive too, they grow and feed just like any of the other flowers.

Kate : They ruin the garden.

Cameron : You think weeds chose to be weeds?

Kate : You're being stupid now.

Cameron : No just think about it. Ok, you think ugly people chose to be ugly?

Kate : Ah Cam, you're being rude now.

Cameron : What do you mean I'm being rude, are you even hearing anything I'm saying. Ok.

Cameron takes a deep breath, then exhales

Cameron : Did you choose the body you're in right now? Did you get to choose it at birth?

Kate : No.

Cameron : No right? Ok so the same with the weeds. The soul it has didn't choose to be a weed. But you kill it because of that.

Kate : Ok even if, it kills the other flowers.

Cameron : You wouldn't kill a lion now would you?

Kate : I can't kill a lion, like physically. It would slash me to bits or something.

Cameron : Ok if you were on the same level as the lion. Would you?

Kate : No.

Cameron : Why wouldnt you? Because of it's face, it's eyes. You'd feel bad then. But you wouldn't feel bad for this plant, or the bugs smaller than you that you just swat like it's nothing. Like it isn't genocide.

Kate : All bugs are smaller than me.

Cameron : Do you atleast get what I'm saying.

Kate : Yeah... I do.

Cameron : It's just a thought you know.

Kate : Yeah I know.

Kate continues to de-weed the garden.

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Because Fuck It I Want To Look Cool Too..

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Because Fuck It I Feel This Way.

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How ya’ been?

Two friends meet up after a long holiday period, to catch up. They are sitting on a park bench.

Jane: So what’s different, what’s changed since the last time?

Cameron: Well i mean, I smoke weed now, smoke trees. 

Cameron chuckles while Jane sits quietly.

Jane: How do you feel though? 

Cameron: Yeah I know, i wasn’t a fan of it either, like I still really hate smoking, but I just do it for the high. The only thing that I really didn’t like in the past was that when everyone looked at me, all they saw was a stoner, a druggie, nothing more. And i felt like if I did smoke, then that’s all I was gonna be. That if you met me there would be nothing more to me than that.

Jane: I’m not gonna lie, right now your actions kinda’ fit your appearance, like how you look.

Cameron: But then I thought that I’m much more than that, you know? 

Jane: What do you mean?

Cameron: I’m funny, and kinda’ smart, and sensitive, soulful, I’m not tryna’ put myself on a pedestal here but I feel like I’m so much more complicated than just a smoker. When I realised that. It softened the blow. I still don’t like that I smoke now, but I have so many more good qualities that if anything this just makes my character much more complex, and i like that.

Jane: I don’t know if I agree.

If You’re Going To Change, Be Happy With The Change You’re Going To Become. It Took Me So Long To Realise This.

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Her...

Sometimes when I sit across from you and you're lost in your own worlds I end up staring and playing over and over in my mind the make believe fantasy of me getting lost with you. Then I stop myself from staring, then I hate myself for stopping myself from staring. Because the beauty that is you deserves to be stared at for eternity before even scratching the surface of who you are...

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Complicated Distance

Why do we find pleasure in large landcapes, far away? It's like we're setting ourselves up for failure, in the sense that we will never reach our goals because we're comfortable where we are. And the goals look amazing, fantasy-like at a distance.

Or maybe it's because we feel like we have more control. You know, being able to see everything around you makes you feel less lost in this massive world.

Or it's just beautiful. And we just like looking at beautiful things...

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Inner Demons

INT. HOUSE. NIGHT.

An older brother is watching his younger brother play video games. The younger brother dies in the game.

Older Brother: Oh shit! That guy sniped the hell out of you.

Younger brother: So he sniped the devil out of me?

The younger brother chuckles as the older brother turns towards him with a look of concern.

Older Brother: No one can remove our demons for us. It takes a lot of time and a lot of effort, and often it doesn’t even work, and we’re stuck having to live our lives held down by our own mistakes and shortcomings.

Younger Brother: But mom says that whenever we hurt we must always ask for help.

Older Brother: No one will ever understand your problems like you do. That’s why it’s best to do it alone, and even if they get it and they want to help, you’re not strong enough. You’ll just end up dragging them down with you. Do you want to be responsible for ruining the lives of the people around you?

The younger brother shakes his head slowly and looks downwards.

Older Brother: Good. When we die we’re put in our own coffin, alone. Life should be the same. Our lives should be lived alone. It’s not like anyone cares anyway. I mean, if they did I wouldn’t be at home right now with you. I’d be at the mall, or the coffee shop, or outside, or just somewhere. Somewhere not here. Somewhere with someone who wants to be with me.

The brothers sit in silence as the TV flickers on.

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Mother

The rain falls like black and white static on my tv screen

I hear it through the bathroom window

As lightning comes and goes, so do these absurd thoughts

Where is she? When will she get home?

What if she dies?..

What if she died?

Now that youre gone

I wonder what it would be like

If I knew what breakfast you would have liked to wake up to

Your favourite novel, or movie

Colour...

I often hear your second husband sobbing through the locked bedroom door

I swear I've heard his dense tears hit the floor

But I'm still

Im sad for him, not because you're gone

Maybe if you used the belt you would beat me with to fasten me to your chest

Wrap it around our waists and rip it to the tightest, until my blood seeps

New blood, coating the already present belt blood stains

Then maybe I could stay

Or maybe lay my head against your chest to check for a heartbeat

Silent

So am I as I'm pressed against you

Your toxic nature crept into me over these years and killed all the blooming butterflies

No.

Morphed them...

No.

Transformed them...

No.

Mutated them into crippled radioactive moths flapping furiously through my intestines

Burning through all the feelings I have left for you like a pungent acid until I too am hollow

I guess we're alike in that sense

Everyone looks down on me for feeling how I do

I dont get it though

Its not like they cry every time a stranger dies

Why would I?...

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You can't be hungry if you're asleep...right?

Ext. THE COURTYARD. DAY

It is break time in a high school and everyone is spread into their groups of friends all around the school. Claire and her friends are gossiping about something by the staircase. Jake is asleep on a bench, close to the group. Claire's friends gesture towards Jake. Claire goes to wake him up.

Claire : Hey Jake!

She nudges him and Jake wakes up.

Jake : Uh... What's up?

Claire : Jake.

Claire looks back at her friends who then gesture for her to carry on.

Jake : Yeah?

Claire : So uhm... Why are you always sleeping? Like everyday at break and all the time in our classes. I just wanted to know.

Jake rubs his eyes before responding.

Jake : First of all...

Jake yawns.

Jake : i don't 'fall' asleep, i sleep on purpose.

Claire : Why?

Jake : Can you keep a secret?

Claire nods in approval.

Jake : Well, about six months ago i tripped for the first time on psychadelics with a couple of my friends. It was a really fun experience for me. You don't need to know the details. So nearing the end of my trip i walked into the supermarket to get some snacks, and i walked past the frozen foods aisle and it scared the hell out of me. I felt this deep pain inside. It made me sick. All i saw were chopped up body parts, all this deep shade of red. I still get shivers thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about it long after that day, and so decided to become a vegetarian. I once thought about doing it when i was younger, but it didnt really work out.

Claire : What does this have to do with you...

Jake interrupts Claire.

Jake : And so i became vegetarian. I was actually really happy with my decision. I would spend some of my saved cash going to the supermarket and buying all my own ingredients. I felt independent. It was really, really cool.

My parents however, they weren't the biggest fans of my decision. They were old folk, who believed in survival of the fittest and all that crap. Like, how is it survival of the fittest when you're living in a house you didn't build, buying pre-packaged food, and eating it in front of the TV. That however is a discussion for another day.

So with them not being pleased, I was on my own. I didn't get any support from them at all. It was fine at first, until my savings ran out. Weeks after, i would walk around the house i grew up in as if i was a stranger, a beggar rummaging through the cupboards for scraps. Some days my parents would make these big meals with mince or steak, without anything for me. I used to get so hungry all the time, but then i learnt this special trick to help with the hunger. It's free too, so i didn't need any savings.

Claire : What is it?

Jake : Sleep. Whenever i get hungry i just sleep. You can't be hungry if you're asleep... right?

The bell rings and all the students flood into the classes.

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A Canvas

Blue

For all the times i leaned against the bathroom mirror crying

Let it dry

Red

For all the times i bruised my knuckles on the floor and walls

Let it dry

Green

For all the times i stared from afar, bottling and compressing every single emotion in

Let it dry

Purple

For all the times i doubted my length, my appearance, and who i am

Let it dry

Yellow

For that one time she wore the sunflower dress in May

Let it dry

Hazel

For the clarity of her crystal eyes in the sunlight

Let it dry

...

Grey

For the shade of my soul leaving my body when she said no

Slit.

Blood

My wrist above this canvas, let all my doubts and depression drip down and stain darker than any colour ever could

It never dries...

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Numb

I've seen the rain fall too many times

Smelt the soft soil

Listened to the tiny pitter patters

Felt the fever after the storm, too many times

It's not beautiful anymore

I've felt the clean slice too many times

Blade icy to the touch

The taste of salty tears and raw blood

My cries and whimpers echo on, too many times

It doesn't hurt anymore

I've woken up from the warm blankets and comfy mattress

Inhaled the thick, dark truck fumes in traffic

Rubbed my caloused tips together, my eyes, my back, to ease the pain

Heard the wife, the children, the dog, the TV, too many times

I don't exist anymore