Christmas was meant for more...

Christmas isn't what it should be anymore. People try to buy the biggest most expensive gifts blah blah blah... thats what everyone says these day's, how Christmas is ruined by the gifts we buy each other. what they usually leave out is what people aren't doing anymore. people aren't trying to show goodwill toward men, people aren't spending time together thanking God for what a blessing it is that they be together on this day, most importantly people are not remembering that this 'holiday' is actually a day to remember the sacrifice that was made for the Christian faith. we could use a little more of that these days. Jesus Christ came, died, and rose from the dead and instead of taking a day to remember his death we spend a month planning the most wonderful party of the year to spend with the people we hold dear. "For Christ the lord our savior was born upon this day, to save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray"  It seems as though we've gone astray today in thinking that we can change one of the most important days of the year into our personal collection plates. Show some respect this holiday, spread the love of Christ to your family and to those around you in need of a very happy 'Christ'mas.

A Little Peace for Christmas

Santa, if your out there... give the world some peace this Christmas not just the peace people talk about and forget later, the real kinda peace you get when you see the snow fall; Or the peace you get when you see half the cookies gone, or find that one gift you know you wanted more than anything sitting under the tree. The kind that warms your heart from the inside out and makes you feel all tingly. I know its alot to ask Santa because your already doing so much for the world already what with spreading joy and goodwill to everyone, just try to be sure to spread a little peace too. You can do anything Santa, im counting on you. oh, and by the way my brother wasn't very good this year but he at least deserves one present... give him a dolly, that'll teach him. 

Is there any other way?

Give me the words
tell me what to say
i dont know how to tell you
thats its been over for days
its creeping up inside me
like a backwards waterfall
filling all my veins
with the thought that i might fall
back in love with you
because i miss the way that felt.

Whats this the distance between

is it real or just another scene of

what we really are and what we used to be 

has it always been like this is there any other way than to say

goodbye

i miss the love you showed
in some distant memory
long forgotten past
was it the passing of a dream
you and
me.
i am left alone,
crowded places feel like home,
as i slip by unnoticed
putting pieces back into this
shattered hole where my heart last stood.

Whats this the distance between

is it real or just another scene of

what we really are and what we used to be 

has it always been like this is there any other way than to say

goodbye

goodbye to all we were
something special now in slumber
the real feeling lay under
fighting to wake up
to make sense of all this
crazed
imagined
emotion
fake
love
love

Whats this the distance between

is it real or just another scene of

what we really are and what we used to be 

has it always been like this is there any other way than to say

goodbye

Whats this the distance between

is it real or just another scene of

what we really are and what we used to be 

has it always been like this is there any other way than to say

goodbye

Him Monologue

(Almost desperate) I cant get away from him. From Him.I cant get away from his voice, from his thoughts, from his slow maniacal breathing. Please help me. He sits inside me waiting, just waiting. He says only a phrase or two. nothing to arise suspicion, nothing to give doubt, but i KNOW hes in there. He says things, and does things, that i cant control. And he comes at the times when im at my weakest. He waits, Just waits, Waits. He's listening now. he hears these thoughts and still he waits. He gets stronger with every word because the doubt is growing, the fear is growing. I am losing control. I feel his breath more and more on the back of my neck. Cold. Wait.(Calm) Its not there anymore. I cant feel him there. Its as if a weight is gone. I dont need anyone now. i just want to be alone (slowly) Nothing is wrong. (Sighs slowly, Cold, He has taken over) I can be alone, and really be alone. I can do anything, (laughing slowly) with no-one to slow me down...(Exit)

Meaning. Monologue

Havent written in a while, in fact im not doing alot of things lately. im not thinking before speaking, not taking care to make sure others arent hurt by my actions. not really caring whether or not im heard not even trying to be heard really. Ive found a niche i can be comfortable in: the invisible community. those who have no purpose other than to be filler in the world. the ones people forget to see. the ones never lifting their voice above a whisper. People who walk with their heads down on the sidewalk and never quarrel over the trivial things or the big things in life. The ones who dont exist other than to themselves. Thats where ill stay, safe and out of the way. Because i dont really mean that much to other people do i?

"Do you miss me?"

Do i miss her she says. has she spent all this time wondering? There isn't a moment of time i have spent away that i haven't been thinking of her. I have wanted to be with Her more than i have wanted to eat in the morning. Her voice sounds more beautiful than any song i hear on the radio, more pure than anything i have seen. I am in love with an angel, and she doesn't even know. I wasted all this time thinking she was lost to me, and she had been thinking of me the whole time. Maybe im a fool to have gone through so much pain, because if all i had to do was be there i would have shown up in a moment. A moments notice is all it would have taken, and i would have been there. To see my angel shining as brightly as a star. And she wonders if i missed her. I needed her more than i have needed air to breath. She is all i have loved, and still love, and she wonders if i missed her. I havent missed her, no. I've thought of only her, and remembered only her, and loved only her. But you cant miss something that was never gone. and my chance is now, I gotta go get her. Now is my chance to be with her, and im not waiting for her to ask again.(Exit)

A monologue inspired by Alex Oard

My heart, feels like its burning inside of me. The pain is so unbearable i cant hardly stand Jake. I cant feel anything around me, not the sun on my face or the wind, nothing. Everything is rushing past me and i feel like im standing so still, so still but nothing around me wants to slow down. Everything is changing, and i cant see the reason Jake. What's the point to all this. Everything i know or used to know is crumbling down around me, is shaking in panic, anticipating total annihilation and the only time i feel secure is in my nightmares where even though im terrified i know ill at least wake up at the end. Not exactly a common respite from pain is it? Everything is gone now, Jake run into the sunset without me. And im lost in its wake. The emptiness is here with me. only its not empty, its full of fear and despair and loneliness. 

A piece by Alex Oard.

I was inspired to write something on this piece so before i do i wanted to post it so you all would see, This is Alex Oard's personal work and i give her full credit where credit is do :)


Pain burns through her veins a
nd poisons that beating heart, 
destroying cells needed to breate 
and ripping any happiness apart. 
Time continues without hesitation 
while she pleads for a pause, 
wishing the incessant pain away 
with every new hand she draws. 
Music provides alternate realities 
where her soul resides in peace, 
but eventually an end inevitably causes 
such dreams to merely cease. 
Shooting stars claim every wish 
she desperately tries to persue, 
disappearing into infinite space 
without foretelling a clue.

"Leave me now"

Leave me now, get out of my way. You were the one holding me back all along. I thought I wasn’t good enough, that I needed your love or support or god knows what. And in the end it was you who stopped me from getting where I wanted to go. All I ever wanted was in my grasp and you took it and put it as far from me as possible. Well now that you’re out of my way I can go and live and fight and struggle and bite and climb and hurt and fall and FEEL.  And you aren’t there to hold me back anymore! But that’s never what I wanted; never what I thought it would come to. I always thought we’d go through all those things together. That they’d make us stronger, that going through them together would bring us closer. Not tear us further and further apart. Kill us, us, a little more each time something came up. We weren’t meant to fail! We weren’t meant to become so sick of each other that we… that you don’t even listen to me. Goodbye.

"Hiding behind a smile" Monologue

The hardest thing to do in this life is to hide behind a smile. Paste on a smile and all of a sudden everything is ok. People look at you, get one small glimpse of sadness but then a smile crosses your face for a moment and they ignore the real emotion for the one you create. You begin to believe it to, that everything you’re going through isn’t real. That maybe the pain is the false emotion. And then it returns, just as dark and unforgiving as it was when it began. It doesn’t feel, doesn’t know the anguish you go through, it just is. And it sits inside you hidden deep behind your layers of lies, lies that we tell ourselves. Life is a lie. A lie even greater than the smile painted on my lips.

Act 1 Scene 1 "Unmistakably Me"

Act 1 scene 1
The play begins in a room filled to the brim with knick knacks of many different varieties, but the chaos of knick knacks is an organized one. There is plenty of room to walk around and a clean bed and nightstand. There is a boy on the bed, Charlie. He is twelve years of age and the one thing he is committed to is being exactly who he is. He is a writer. And he keeps journals of his writing on the nightstand by his bed. At least one journal is with him at all time should he find inspiration in his surroundings. He is truly and unmistakably one of a kind, and he enjoys the solitude which accompanies it.


Danny- (to the audience directly, Almost like they are his imaginary friends) What is change? what can we do to change ourselves. or is it even possible? Because once we change ourselves isnt that what we "are" at that moment? I know i thought it was strange to at first. but then i thought wait a second if we want to avoid change then we have to be completely the same five minutes from now as we are at this moment. you have to abandon all sense of time and think of nothing... i havent been able to do this yet but im working on it.


Marie- Danny, Nanette is here to see you. 


Danny- Tell her she can come up


Nanette- (walking into the room) You think id wait for an invitation? as much as im over here it might as well be my room. 


Danny- well it wouldn't hurt if you'd ask once in a while


Nanette- (running out the door so she can knock) One sec. (closes the door and knocks loudly) Can i come in? (without waiting for a reply she barges back into the room) well you didn't say i had to wait for a reply!


Danny- (going towards his dresser) fine just let me grab my coat and well go.


Nanette- Its the end of spring, why do you need a jacket?


Danny- I need the big pockets for my journal and pencils.


Nanette- you know one of these days your gonna forget your journal when we go to the park and you wont grab your pencil case and you wont be able to write about anything we say or do or see. 


Danny- nope i will always bring my journal with me, even when im on my deathbed and i have to have someone else write things down for me it will always be by my side, even if i couldn't talk i would learn sign language  so that they...


Nanette- alright alright i get it. sheesh you and your journals, do you like those more than your brother


Danny- Definitely


Nanette- More than your dad, your mom


Danny- (sarcastically) as much as it pains me, yeah


Nanette- More than me?


Danny- Well they are just journals, and i cant really judge them against people i guess...


Nanette- Thats not an answer...


Danny- No Nanette your the only person around here that keeps me sane without you id go crazy.


Nanette- Okay i just wanted to make sure, come on! sheesh your so slow! (she exits)


Danny- I didn't mean it journal, your my favorite


Nanette-(offstage) I HEARD THAT


(Danny, with one look back to the audience, exits following after Nanette. Lights fade to black)

Scene From "Unmistakably Me"

Chris-GET OUT OF MY WAY!


Danny-NO, im not gonna let you do this


Chris-Why the hell not? i really dont give a fuck, danny do i need to remind you that im twice your size and i could easily mess you up if i wanted to?


Danny-I do know that and i know you wouldnt do that to me. Look Chris you dont need this to define who you are


Chris-Yes i do


Danny-NO this isnt you this isnt what you want to be, i know you want to be an actor. i know you secretly love going to watch school plays and everytime we go to the fair and you whine because mom takes us to see the play you actually sit on the edge of your seat because thats what you want to be Chris


Chris-No its not...


Danny-Yes it is, you can lie to mom and dad but i know you chris. You can go and smoke with your friends and get high and drink yourself stupid but just remember that its not getting you any closer to what you want to do.


Chris-You dont know what i want


Danny-Everyone has a dream


Chris-Dreams…hmph. I love to look down at the river and dream. I dream of all sorts of things like my life and a career and maybe even a family. I feel safe in the ripples of the water some going this way some going that way. But all of them, every single ripple is going somewhere; somewhere unknown, uncharted, undiscovered. And here I am watching the river rush by me with nowhere to go. I want to call out to the ripples “where should I go what should I pursue.” But they keep on going paying no mind to me or my dreams by the river. How I wish I could just pick up and go to somewhere far away from here somewhere where everyone and everything is full of life and excitement, somewhere I could be free. But for now I have to sit and watch the ripples go by and bide my time until one day when the opportunity comes knocking I won’t be tied to this river I’ll be ridin on the next train outta here. And you’ll see my name on a billboard and my name in lights, and some kid will take my place on this river and dream of his life, and he’ll say “I love to look down at the river and dream”... dreams…hmph

This is a link to my play written for the 24 hour play festival 2010 held at Northwestern State University
The Fletcher Estate (24 Hr Play Festival)

"Its Over" Monologue

It’s over. And I blew it. There’s no way to get her back. God how could I be so blind, to just let her leave without saying how I felt. And now she’ll never know how I felt. Maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. She goes off and chases her dreams and I’m left here in this empty town to live alone and unloved. (to the air) We just couldn’t be together could we Taylor? I couldn't find the courage or strength or whatever I needed to tell you how… how perfect you were. The way you hair smelled like roses every time I hugged you, and the way when the sun glistened in your eyes, they sparkled. How every time I was with you I felt like I was worth something. You were everything I ever wanted to find, and I found you. And then I lost you…

"Slow But Fast Meant To Last" Poem/Spoken Word

Slow but fast, meant to last, though the dreaming ends a new day begins. Celebrate what’s come and gone and put aside what’s wished upon for another rainy day, for another day that’s grey. What is time but an illusion there for scorn, are we but meant to laugh, to scorn its meaning away into blissful reattachment of bits and pieces of long kept secrets torn to shred in its wake? Love is a splendid attempt at holding fast to the things in life which cannot last. To the people who in ages past have done or said something true, steadfast. Life is a trailing of thoughts strung together into a blissful remembrance of happiness and peace. Life is a storm of sadness brought to end our ease. But that’s the never ending trouble in which we find ourselves that men should continually fight to tell tales, to spin webs of deceitful lies of truths to the other fools to whom it rings true. Hues of color sprayed onto the pages of disaster create a facade of safety on the face of the living. The boldened from time or the weakened still heaving their rocks up the hill to an unknown answer waiting, at the top of an unclimbable mountain. All men try to make sense of an empty world, filling it up with questions needing answers begging for logical analysis to open up there budding blooms. And yet they float into a perfect void of emotion. Lost to our generation and taken in by those fools who follow after the passionate devotion. Wait until a day, shining bright and new, wanders its way home to you. This is the indeterminable answer to an unasked question. Why… well simply because. Who may ask such a simple question? What man can sit before a steeper passion, and see it as uniquely different. We are all but pawns in a real worlds fashion, forever stopped, forever damned, forever repeating on an endless bastion of faith and love and hate and above all else, evil notions of what makes life a viable solution. How much more can be said of desolation before the madness of it all crawls out of isolation? Slow but fast, meant to last, though the dreaming ends a new day begins. Celebrate what’s come and gone and put aside what’s wished upon for another rainy day.

"She's Old News" Scene

Samantha-Whats the matter

Brad-I dont wanna talk about it

S-Okay, Dont talk then, sing

B-what?

S-since you dont wanna talk, sing

B-im not gonna sing my problems to you

S-well i was fine with just talking but obviously you wanted to be difficult

B-okay fine, katie dumped me

S-what i thought yall had something going there

B-me too but she said something about wanting more than a physical relationship and...

S-and...

B-well i only went out with her to...

S-wait you only went out with katie to get some?

B-Yeah

S-wow your screwed up 

B-why is it everytime i say that to someone they say the same thing?

S-because you are, your screwed up

B-yeah well its not like i didnt do other things for her

S-what do you mean 

B-well i did give her rides places, and she NEVER gave me money for gas

S-SHES NOT SUPPOSED TO

B-Well she could have atleast picked up the check every once in a while

S-Wow there really is no hope for you

B-wait come back im not that bad go to dinner with me tonight and ill show you

S-what about katie

B-she old news

S-ha (fed up) goodbye brad (walks off)

B-No wait... oh god what was her name...

"A dream is a wish your heart makes" Monologue

A dream is a wish your heart makes when your fast asleep, baby that only tells you half the story. A dream is something you gotta work for. all my life Ive had to fight for what i wanted and look at me now, im a successful woman with three kids with some money in my pocket. i dont need the fancy house, i dont need the shiny jewelry all i need is right here with you baby. i can tell you how far wishin will get you, nowhere thats where. stand out on that ledge long enough and you'll catch a cold is all you'll get, but you spend your time workin and always giving your all in everything you do. you're gonna find your self way better off than the kids whose heads are still up in them clouds lookin for somethin that aint up there. I want you t'make somethin of yourself you here, dont ever settle for what people expect a you. you go out and show them that you's made of something mighty fine. When you go out there in that world you show them that with hard work you make your wishes come true.

"Whats the point" Monologue

David- Whats the point? im only going to keep feeling this way,theres nothing holding me here anymore. I dont feel the love that used to be here, theres nothing but regret and loss and pain in this now. So whats the point? theres nothing you could have done to stop this, because it was inevitable. I know now that its time to end this. its time to stop pretending theres still meaning, stop pretending theres hope. because there isn't, hope i mean. The End.

 

Change Me Monologue From "Unmistakably Me"

Sometimes I wonder at the monologue in my head, whether it’s real or fantasy. Sometimes it seems too real to be true and other times it’s as fake as can be. But the one thing my monologue is and will unmistakably one hundred percent of the time be, is me. I can’t change who I am, I wouldn't if I could. I can’t be someone else much as I try and hard as I yearn to be, it wouldn't do any good. I’m always going to be exactly the same as I was never going be, and that’s me. So try as you might, as hard as you can if you like, to change me from me. But you can’t do anything to change the am, who I am, because even the Me that is Me could not succeed.

Dreams Monologue From "Unmistakably Me"

Dreams…hmph. I love to look down at the river and dream. I dream of all sorts of things like my life and a career and maybe even a family. I feel safe in the ripples of the water some going this way some going that way. But all of them, every single ripple is going somewhere; somewhere unknown, uncharted, undiscovered. And here I am watching the river rush by me with nowhere to go. I want to call out to the ripples “where should I go what should I pursue.” But they keep on going paying no mind to me or my dreams by the river. How I wish I could just pick up and go to somewhere far away from here somewhere where everyone and everything is full of life and excitement, somewhere I could be free. But for now I have to sit and watch the ripples go by and bide my time until one day when the opportunity comes knocking I won’t be tied to this river I’ll be ridin on the next train outta here. And you’ll see my name on a billboard and my name in lights, and some kid will take my place on this river and dream of his life, and he’ll say “I love to look down at the river and dream”... dreams…hmph

Cast List, Bios, And Opening Scene Direction "Unmistakably Me"

Unmistakably Me
A play by Billy Applewhite


Cast List and Bio
Daniel (Danny) James Williams- The main character. Danny struggles with remaining true to who he is in the midst of his families growing number of problems. His whims are at the forefront of his days and lead him to writing profound thoughts about the world and his family’s problems. He escapes his world through his writing, and that is where we see the true character of Daniel.
Christopher Herbert Williams Jr. - Daniels older brother Christopher mirrors his father in every way strong and proud. His life is antithetical to Daniels in every way as Chris just wants to fit in any way he can. And in his case that means being the best at everything. As he begins to look into colleges he struggles with choosing a path to follow, following in his father’s footsteps, or making his own.
Marie Janette Williams- Marie is the mother of these two boys and stays at home to watch over them. She is caring and affectionate but worries over her son Charlie almost to the point of obsession. She and Mr. Williams are planning on divorcing and while she wants nothing more than to tell the children she cannot bring herself to do so, leading to even more stress.
Christopher Herbert Williams Sr. - Mr. Williams is a strict man and an even stricter father. His need to control everything is not only the reason for his divorce; it also tears at his relationship with his two sons. He is set in his morals and is a man who does not take no for an answer. Even though the divorce is imminent Mr. Williams plans to continue trying to steer his family straight as best as he knows how.
Nanette Worthing- While blissfully unaware of many things she recognizes the beuty of Daniels mind more than anyone else. She is a perfect example of the blonde stereotype even though her hair is black as can be. She is Daniels only friend and spends much of her time at the Williams household. Her desire is to show Daniel that being like other people isn’t as bad as he may think it is.


Act 1 scene 1
The play begins in a room filled to the brim with knick knacks of many different varieties, but the chaos of knick knacks is an organized one. There is plenty of room to walk around and a clean bed and nightstand. There is a boy on the bed, Charlie. He is twelve years of age and hasn’t hit puberty yet though his voice cracks time to time, and the one thing he is committed to is being exactly who he is, that and collecting more things to express who he is and how he sees the world. He is a writer. And he keeps journals of his writing on the nightstand by his bed. He is truly and unmistakably one of a kind, and he enjoys the solitude which accompanies it.

Excerpt from "Unmistakably Me" by: Billy Applewhite

(Lights fade in from black, In the kitchen)
Chris Sr.- Look mary pretty soon were going to have to accept the fact that were over and start saying what we want to keep and what were willing to give up
Marie- I dont want to give you up
Chris Sr.- Im leaving mary
Marie- Please Chris dont please lets talk about it some more,
Chris Sr.- Im Done talking mary, Were getting a divorce now what do you want mary?
Marie-Please dont ask me that
Chris Sr.- What do you WANT Mary?
Marie- I only want you. I dont want the house or the car or money or anything, i just want you. do you remember back before the kids were born when we were still living in that little apartment in arizona? i remember like it was today, but not the house specifically, the little garden in front  full of weeds. You said it was full of character, that the weeds had the same right to be there as any flower. And i let those weeds stay, against my better judgement, and all the flowers died. Withered away slowly until they became dust. Thats what has happened to us, we let the weeds grow thinking they were just giving us character. But they sucked us dry Chris, they have left us thirsty for what we had before, love. I know we can get that back Chris i just know it! we just have to pick the weeds growing in this garden.
Chris Sr.- What if i like those weeds?
Marie- Dont say that...
Chris Sr.- Well im gonna say that, Mary. Because i cant deal with this anymore. Were just to far gone. I have spent my life Working to provide for my family, And this isnt what ive worked for. (exit)
(to the door)
Marie- Oh Chris, Please if theirs any love left in your heart please come back to me. Please dont do this to us, dont do this to the kids . (crying) What can i say to the kids...
(Blackout)