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Monologues |
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Death Of A Clown |
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I always wanted to be a clown. But no, they said i wasn't funny enough. They said i didn't have what it takes. Those two-bit good for nothing know-it-alls rejected me from clown college. I mean, come on! How hard is it to become a clown? All you got to know is how to take a pie in the face, and make sure you hire a good makeup artist. But now, all of a sudden, you need a 2.0 GPA to get in, how messed up is that? If i had known that i would need to actually work through high school to get into Clown College I would have at least cheated on my tests! *sighs* All i wanted was to make people happy. To make a few people laugh, but they took that away from me. No, now i can't even make some one smile. I'll tell ya, i was walking down the street the other day wallowing in my own self pity when i saw a kid crying on the side walk... just sitting there in the gutter, so obviously, me being the kind selfless person i am, ok i wanted to make myself feel better but never mind that. I tried to make the kid smile. I danced, I made jokes, I even made those stupid little faces that people only do when they're desperate and run out of the other things to do when someone feels bad... *choke* ...And nothing worked, NOTHING. Not even a pity laugh out of the kid. (pause) That was the moment i knew i wasn't good enough to be a clown. That was when i realized that those people at the college were right; I'm just not good enough to be a clown. So now i've decided that i can do something even better than being a clown. *giggle* Something that doesn't require any skill at all... that's right... i am going to be a teacher! |
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Remember |
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Remember that sweet face? Those angelic eyes? Remember? I missed her today the most. As I sit and there while my teachers speak, as i walk down those cold and bitter halls, it reminds me she's not here. Her iridescent laughter filling our ears will now only fill our hearts. Why was she taken away? Why did she have to go? I stand here now, speaking these words in hope of better days. A day when no one will have to go. |
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Portal Into Me |
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Come and walk through my door; come and see all there is to see. See my feelings, hear my pain, and touch my happiness. Anything is possible through this door of mine. Enter at your own risk, but the risk is a good one. You might discover yourself, better yet you might discover love. Anything is possible if you walk through my door. You may feel terribly sad, depressed, or even suicidal but it's my door and you can walk out whenever you want. Go on, leave. Abandon this place like everyone else. Shut that door and don't look back. SLAM IT. Or stay, stay and appreciate. Be appreciated. If you walk through this door you might even be needed, but please. There is one rule you need to know before you walk through my door and onto that welcome mat. The last thing i need are muddy footprints causeing turbulence. Through this door is infinite emotion and love and even a portal to things you've never experienced before, but this door is mine, so please, wipe your feet before entering. |
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