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Burning Breatfast. pt 2 LENABurning Breatfast. pt 2 by *Raven-Croven
Pay attention Sarah. Here. You need to make yours. (LENA put the finished toast on a plate and moves to sit next to JACK)
SARAH
What? Hey! Those were mine!
LENA
Hahaha, you're cooking so I get to eat before you. So make your own Picasso.
SARAH
Damn it Betty Crocket! Gimme my toast!
JACK
Sometimes I wonder how you two are friends.
SARAH and LENA look over at him. SARAH huffs and turns around. LENA sits down; she spreads some sugar on the toast before starting to eat.
LENA
Ours is a strange relationship my love. Don't worry about it. (a beat) You're gonna burn the toast woman! Pay atte
Burning Breakfast. pt 1 Early morning. Two women are in the kitchen of their Upstate New York apartment. LENA moves around the kitchen; pulling things out of the refrigerator and laying them on the counter. SARAH slumps over in the kitchen chair behind her.Burning Breakfast. pt 1 by *Raven-Croven
SARAH
Aw man, Lena. Do I have' ta do this?
LENA finishes putting the food down and pulls out a skillet. She moves over to the sink and began washing her hands; never turning to face Sarah.
LENA
Yes Sarah. You have to.
SARAH
But WHY?
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Insomniatic Narcolepsy Sometimes sleep is an enemy.Insomniatic Narcolepsy by *Raven-Croven
The hunted one who escapes
my grasping hands. Exhaustion,
a mystery, but also a dear friend.
In the garden, furious and counterfeit,
my body trembles with memory.
And in insomniatic dreams, I dream of sleep.
But sometimes this is untrue.
I sleep – peacefully? –, but do not dream.
Nightmares that are forgotten in waking,
the heavy weight of sleep to settle.
On my back and on my eyelids,
blissful sleep interrupted by moments
Of horrible wakefulness.
I yearn for a cold warm darkness.
Narcolepsy is just as damming as Insomnia.
But I find I like it more.
To sleep away this life of
mine and
Summer Life Jazz Summer-time in the citySummer Life Jazz by *Raven-Croven
The projects filled with sound
Slow sweet sad symphony
twines itself slowly 'round
little children's innocence and laughter
rushing through the streets with water
hydrants open to run through the deluge
cool and crisp just duller than a snap of
sound from the old sax man on the corner
His old bride at the window
soothing the piano to that sound
Hear the little bodies screech happiness
car horns blare, another sound to fill the air
long tables take over sidewalks
filled to the bursting with food from everywhere
Mama's calling me now
time to join that orchestra
and bring in my own sound
fire-escapes gr
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A Plea to Love I forgot my earliest memoriesA Plea to Love by *Raven-Croven
And life is but a blur
There's a pounding in my head
And nothing survives the stir
Drowning all the while
I can't seem to catch my breath
Can you save me from myself?
Be my light when the sun is gone?
Be my warmth when the summer fades?
And can you remember to protect me from yourself?
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