Hey everyone! I know I've disappeared again, but I have a valid excuse. I have actually written my first screenplay, which I am currently producing, directing, and filming. I will post a link to the final product if I can.
-Fallen
Tales From a Shattered Heart
I love to write poetry in my spare time. I write about everything, but this blog is dedicated to love, heartache, and life.
4/1/13
11/27/12
Diner Conversations (short story)
The diner was empty save for a single booth in the corner.
Maggie walked from behind the counter with a fresh pot of coffee, her name tag
slightly crooked and stained with the dinner special from the rush earlier that
night. On a busy night there would be a couple of truckers stopping for a late
night meal on a long haul or a bunch of teenagers looking for something to
quail their drunken hunger pains. However, there was always a man who came
every night and sat in the last booth in the corner of the diner. He had
various streaks of grey hair peeking their way through the darkness of his
short black hair that lay untamed on his head; a matching mustache on his upper
lip. He looked to be no older than thirty. The expression on his face was calm
but he always sat upright with his arms stiff by his side. A note pad lay on
the table to his right, that night the notebook was a deep blue. Maggie had
seen him with a different notebook every month or so, always vigorously
scribbling on it after his second cup of coffee but never after eating his hash
browns. He was a creature of very strange and interesting habits. The
waitresses nicknamed him "Poe" because in the two years he had been a
regular customer, not once did he reveal his name, he just sat in the last
booth with his dark hair and mustache, grimly scribbling away into endless
notebooks, the blue lights from the neon sign outside the diner flickering on
his face When he stared out the window.
The neon sign on the roof of the diner emitted a low humming
noise that could be heard lightly over the music coming from the jukebox by the
front door. Eric, the cook, was in the back arguing with the owner Joan.
Something about the change in the menu and how the standards of diners had
fallen since "he was a boy". Eric was surprisingly old to be working
as a cook in a diner, but he was good at what he did and he'd die before he
went to a retirement home. Eric was always sharing parts of his life with
Maggie and anyone who so much as set a foot in "his kitchen", which
she didn't mind. He told her that the only way to not go insane in this world
was to surround yourself with people and work. She thought the old man was a
bit senile. Maggie already had her life mapped out in her mind, the diner was
just a detour. By the time she was Eric's age, she planned on being retired and
relaxing on a beach in Europe, but to each his own. As Maggie made her way
across the empty diner, lukewarm coffee pot in hand, she noticed something
different about Poe, the gold band that once rested on his ring finger was now
gone. Whenever she saw it, she would think back to the days when her father was
still around. He used to adorn a gold ring on his finger as well. As a girl she
would always twist the gold ring around her father's finger as she sat in his
lap while he watched television. That was all before he died, leaving her with
her mother and younger sister, eventually forcing her to get a job at the diner
bussing tables, serving food and pouring coffee at odd hours. As she poured Poe
his second cup of coffee, she wondered to herself if she should say something
to comfort him. It wasn't as if they were close friends, after two years they
were still strangers. Just the sounds of a knife going across a plate as he cut
through his pancakes and coffee being poured, that was their nightly
conversation. Except for that night. As she turned to walk back to the kitchen
Poe asked very silently and abruptly, " When do you get off?". Maggie
wasn't sure of how to respond, she turned back to look at him sitting there
staring at his plate of half eaten pancakes as if it would disappear if he
blinked.
"I... About three hours from now," she replied
hesitantly.
Unsure of what she expected in response, let alone what to
do, Maggie hurriedly walked back to the kitchen and managed to bump into a
table on the way, spilling room temperature coffee on herself. The kitchen had
become a war zone that could be heard from across the diner as Joan screamed
"Screw your damn homemade apple pie, we're serving blueberry!". Maggie burst through the swinging doors, eyes
wide open in shock. Joan noticed her standing there, a huge coffee stain on her
pink colored uniform.
" Maggie what the hell? If you don't get that coffee
stain out, you're paying for that ugly thing. Trust me, it ain't as cheap as it
looks."
Eric scoffed, mumbling to himself as he walked into the
freezer for more meat, "Probably got it at some discount store, can't even
afford to make decent food. Back in my day, stuff was high-grade quality.
Coffee would've slid right off, not even a stain". Joan rolled her eyes
and pretended not to hear Eric's last remarks as he disappeared into the
freezer. Maggie still stood at the doorway, motionless, thinking back to her
brief encounter.
"Maggie, stop standing there like a deer in
headlights!" Maggie looked at Joan and words just started tumbling out.
"I poured his coffee like usual and then, then, he stopped me and asked me
when I was getting off".
Even Joan looked a
little surprised. She peered out the stained window of the kitchen doors. She
looked out across the diner and Poe sitting in the back corner peering out the
window; there a group of drunk high school kids in the parking lot tumbling
their way towards the diner. Joan looked back at Maggie.
"Do whatever you want, but your curiosity will probably
nag you to death eventually if you don't talk to him. Just go over there now,
you need to take a break anyways, Alley just pulled up in the parking lot. She
can handle the kids.”
Maggie looked out towards the parking lot and surely enough
Alley was standing by her car, looking at her reflection in the window and
straightening her hair. As Maggie gave Joan a disapproving look the bell over
the door rang as the door was thrust open carelessly, the dinner suddenly
flooded with intoxicated laughter.
Maggie had once asked Joan why she never called the
sheriff's office about all the minors who stumbled in drunk. Joan said that
life is full of mistakes and it would be silly to reprimand someone else for
the things she did once too. As Maggie headed out to escort the new group to a
big enough table, Eric started on one of his rants about how things were better
in his days .The door chimed again as Maggie finished sitting the large group of
high school students.
"Hey Alley, can you cover this table." Maggie
began taking her apron off as she crossed the diner back to the kitchen. Alley
looked back at the table of drunks as she and Maggie entered the kitchen and
released a sigh of disgust. "Fine, but you get the creepy truckers
later."
"Sounds like a deal." Maggie clocked out and
headed back out of the kitchen. Poe still sat at his usual table, scribbling in
his new notebook. He seemed startled by her sudden presence, slighting jolting
in his seat as she sat down across from him. For a few moments they both sat
there in silence. His lips were moving as if he was going to say something, but
nothing would come out. Maggie turned to look out of the window, it had snowed
earlier that day and a few inches of snow still lay on the sidewalk. She could
see the footprints left behind by the group of teenagers when they found their
way to the diner, they looked almost like the outline of an intricate dance.
"Snow is beautiful isn't it?" asked Maggie absent-mindedly. Poe
reached across the table and put his hand over Maggie's. A barrage of images
flooded Maggie's head. The image of a woman wearing a Victorian style dress,
her blue eyes overflowing with tears. Another of a young boy in all back
running up a hill to meet the crying woman. A graveyard covered in snow. Other
images seemed to pass over her eyes, but they were much faster and seemed to
have no connection, except that the people inside them seemed to be trying to
reach out and escape from behind her eyes. Poe's body began to arch back as his
head slowly fell back on his neck and then he collapsed over. The last image
that Maggie saw was that of herself and then nothing.
Slowly Poe raised himself from the booth, grabbing his
notebook and silently crossing the diner towards the front door. Alley came out
of the kitchen holding a tray of food as Poe neared the door. "Hey, is he
okay?" Alley nudged her head towards the collapsed body in the corner
booth of the diner as she set down her tray. Poe looked across the diner at the
table he’d just left; he thought about giving an explanation for the shell of a
body he had left behind, but instead he continued towards the door. He never
had a love for snow, but he could still feel the traces of the woman who found
it so remarkable. "Where are you going? Joan will be pissed if you just
walk out on your shift." Alley called out as Poe stood with one foot out
of the door. Poe looked back with a smile across his young feminine face
"It's quite boring to stay in one place for eternity is it not?"
9/7/12
Oh no! What's happened?! Let me shed some light.
Hey all! So the blog has come to a slow crawl, hiatus if you would like to call it. I am in my senior year of my undergraduate career and am in the process of applying to graduate school...yay me. So there probably won't be any new content for a while, BUT I am currently taking a short story course at school and I had to start a blog for class, http://bookofshorts.wordpress.com/, so if you want to read the random free writes and ideas that pop into my head be my guest. Thanks for the support thus far and hopefully in the future everyone!
6/1/12
Just started a new blog. Will have a more positive outlook on love...hopefully ;). Check it out as it progresses, link is on the right side of the page. But here it is anyway http://secretlovejourney.blogspot.com/
. Hopefully I will have new stuff for this blog as well.
. Hopefully I will have new stuff for this blog as well.
1/6/12
Chapbook- Final project Poetry class
This is the chapbook I created for my poetry class this past semester. It is basically a book of my best poems in the class. I spent quite a bit of time on the layout. I would also like to state that the photos used in the chapbook are not mine, I found them through open resources and no copyrights have been broken. I would also like to point out the copyright on the chap. I hope you all like the book!
-Love Fallen
-Love Fallen
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