Anonymous-Dinosaur

What is alone? To be someone With no one; That is alone. Am I alone? To be in the colorless And shapeless form, The object of everyone's scorn. I am alone. Yet I am wrong, For in the sky In the earth, In the seas And in the stars There is life! It is around me, Everywhere, In the air, land and sea, Nature is the companion For me. The birds and leaves, Ants and streams, This is the friendship That one needs. In thinking of this, it is only right, that the Lord gave us this to solve our plight: Not pens, pencils or books, Not hidden in dark crannies or nooks. The best place for me, I find, Is with natures

The Lawyer works in an office, On the nine to five shift Typing papers, reviewing notes, And in the end struggling to find the words he needs To finally win his day in court. The doctor works in the OR Shifting through mangled guts With cold metal instruments Breathing a sigh of relief That the surgery will be a success. The janitor works in the halls, Scrubbing the floor, cleaning the windows But just as content as the rest When an idle passerby gives him a smile. The student works in the school, Writing essays and doing mundane work Daydreaming of the future And wondering what path his journey will take. The lawyer, th

I see it moving Bobbling up and down Over the rocks in the stream. Clear and sparkling It catches the light And throws it back into the air Blinding you if you look too hard. It is purity Its coolness washing away All that taints your form. It gives life to the plants It is life to the fish But it is dying Choking on our poisons That we carelessly throw into it. I see it dying. I see it weeping. I see the tears it sheds Every time the sky turns dark And the clouds roar in anger. Soon its purity will be lost And we must ask "With what shall we wash ourselves now, For the water is filthier than us?"

Cast of Characters Chris. Early 20's.  A part-time artist. Ann. Early 20's.  A literal work of art. Mary.  Early 20's  Chris's girlfriend. The Time: The present, sometime in spring. The Place: In a small art studio, somewhere in New York. Act One: Scene one Setting: We are in a small art studio somewhere in New York.  It is a decent sized place, but most of the space is cluttered with paint brushes, buckets of different colors of paint, scraps of paper, pencils, pens and even some molding clay.   It is dark out, and only a few small lamps dangling from the ceiling bring light into the room, and reveal the smudges' of paint carelessly d

Cast Doctor:  Early 30's.  a young surgeon.  Wears lab coat and carries a stethoscope. Soldier:  Mid 20's. a Lieutenant in the army.  Wears a uniform. Scholar:  Mid 40's. A Political Science professor at the local university.  Smokes a pipe Photographer:  Early 20's.  An aspiring photojournalist.  Always has a camera with him. Time: Present-day, one week from Valentines Day.   Setting: A small pub somewhere on the outskirts of a large city near the ocean. Act One: Scene One: (As the curtain rises, we see four men seated toget

It lay upon the beach, half covered in the sand, almost invisible save for a few streaks of orange and brown that stood out against the sun-bleached grains. "How long have you been sleeping here, mister shell?"  Thought the girl as she ambled by, spotting the shell resting in the sand.  "Did you wash ashore only yesterday as the fishermen's boats were returning home?  Or have you been sleeping there for years waiting for me to pick you up?" It was a small thing, tiny in comparison to the girls hands, but the intricate hills and valleys of its form stood out as a testament that even the smallest of nature's wonders can hold immense beauty E

Emotional, empathic enigmatic May, Experienced life in a most tragic way. She felt everyone's sorrows, everyone's pain. She couldn't find sunshine, she always saw rain. All on that day when April died, May's erupting emotions would explode and collide. Haunted, unhappy, a hole in her days, Embattled and battered in so many ways, Pain and sorrow were all she felt, As she watched other people's happiness melt. But when she was happy and not in a mood, She was active, angelic, with a good attitude. Considerate, kind, compassionate, summed up May, Who tried to help others in every which way. She left trails of crumbs for each inse

It was a fairly average day in the local pub, a small, quiet establishment quaintly resting at the edge of the city near the lakefront which was well known for its toned-down atmosphere that seemed to invite discussion even among the mutest of individuals. It was in this pub that we find four men, all sitting at the same table conversing with one another, who, save for the unusual predicament they all found themselves in, would never have even bothered to accept one another's company in normal circumstances. The first man was a soldier, a young and brash but decorated officer sworn to defend his proud homeland against all antagonists, bot