So, my character (16 year old boy) just found his little brother dead, after coming home to find a mess of police: this is what happens when he crashes away from the police and sees his brother who committed suicide.
I'm writing a poetrical. A novel that has poems at some points just like a musical, but written.
“I feel like my power has been brought to an end” Darrel sang slowly as he felt his mind snapping under the image of his dead brother.
The words “I’m Gay” on the floor would haunt him forever. I would have supported you…I loved you. Darrel thought
“I cannot push further, because my limit is met” he crawled away from his brother and sat with his back to the wall... looking at his brother…trying to climb up the wall to a standing position “There’s a wall here that I just can’t pass. Unless I become a ghost I’ll never pass. Now I realize that my limit is in sight. I realize that all my fears are now in flight” he sang, falling back down to the floor unable to hold onto the wall and looked up at his brother.
“The pressure against me is too much to bear. I’m grinding against the wall and I’ll soon tear. I’m grinding against the wall as I fall to the floor. There is nothing left for me to aspire to or to adore. Now I only want to die, I have nobody and nothing. There is darkness that I have stopped resisting!” He cried hopelessly wriggling on the floor crying next to his brother.
“I am grinding my face against the wall and blood appears. Wanting to see somebody to return to me I only see tears. There’s only this dark energy and nothing different. I know my angels have shaken their heads and left. All my friends have said goodbye or shooed me away. Now I just want this to be my last living day” He pressed his face against the floor hoping that perhaps the floor would break and he would fall down to the first floor and be crushed by the falling ceiling.
“Grinding against the wall I’ve never been so low. I need to get past this wall for there’s nowhere to go. Grinding against the wall I know only of sadness.” Darrel was not familiar with death and felt his heart at the bottom of his feet. “Everybody has left and now I realize loneliness” he referred to David’s heterosexuality, to his mother’s hospital internment, and to his father’s disgusting ignorance. “I realize that if I cross the wall I soon find a new wall. And soon enough I’ll find another thing to make me fall”.
Darrel hugged his brother’s dead body and lay next to it, hoping to go wherever he may be now. “Grinding against the wall I bleed and shake. Growling for this pain to take a break, but it doesn’t care and I’ll be dead soon. Soon somebody will toss the harpoon. Hopefully I’ll die soon and see the light. There’s nothing here but fright”.
I'm writing a poetrical. A novel that has poems at some points just like a musical, but written.
“I feel like my power has been brought to an end” Darrel sang slowly as he felt his mind snapping under the image of his dead brother.
The words “I’m Gay” on the floor would haunt him forever. I would have supported you…I loved you. Darrel thought
“I cannot push further, because my limit is met” he crawled away from his brother and sat with his back to the wall... looking at his brother…trying to climb up the wall to a standing position “There’s a wall here that I just can’t pass. Unless I become a ghost I’ll never pass. Now I realize that my limit is in sight. I realize that all my fears are now in flight” he sang, falling back down to the floor unable to hold onto the wall and looked up at his brother.
“The pressure against me is too much to bear. I’m grinding against the wall and I’ll soon tear. I’m grinding against the wall as I fall to the floor. There is nothing left for me to aspire to or to adore. Now I only want to die, I have nobody and nothing. There is darkness that I have stopped resisting!” He cried hopelessly wriggling on the floor crying next to his brother.
“I am grinding my face against the wall and blood appears. Wanting to see somebody to return to me I only see tears. There’s only this dark energy and nothing different. I know my angels have shaken their heads and left. All my friends have said goodbye or shooed me away. Now I just want this to be my last living day” He pressed his face against the floor hoping that perhaps the floor would break and he would fall down to the first floor and be crushed by the falling ceiling.
“Grinding against the wall I’ve never been so low. I need to get past this wall for there’s nowhere to go. Grinding against the wall I know only of sadness.” Darrel was not familiar with death and felt his heart at the bottom of his feet. “Everybody has left and now I realize loneliness” he referred to David’s heterosexuality, to his mother’s hospital internment, and to his father’s disgusting ignorance. “I realize that if I cross the wall I soon find a new wall. And soon enough I’ll find another thing to make me fall”.
Darrel hugged his brother’s dead body and lay next to it, hoping to go wherever he may be now. “Grinding against the wall I bleed and shake. Growling for this pain to take a break, but it doesn’t care and I’ll be dead soon. Soon somebody will toss the harpoon. Hopefully I’ll die soon and see the light. There’s nothing here but fright”.