Tag: #Monologue

It’s hard to be you

it’s hard to stay true

We always want to be

but somehow parts of us flee

we age, we grow

Some of even go through a glow

We come to school, it goes so slow

Winter comes, we’re covered in snow

So crisp and fresh

Like a new beginning

Perfect timing, hair shining, hotel dining

More like

Their fighting, tears shining, been hiding

There has to be a silver lining

Eat, sleep, Repeat

life is like a treat

We all want things to delete

Make enough friends to form a fleet

I think this monologue is getting offbeat

I didn’t really wanna compete

Growing old is bittersweet

From full of life to petite

You can’t ever retreat

We just have to pray to keep our heartbeat

Let’s us know we’re alive

not here just to survive

Time to live life in overdrive

Time to thrive

Jumping into life & taking control headfirst like a nose-dive

When I first saw you
I immediately knew
Exactly what I had to do
I had to step up to the plate
Because you were, my soulmate

You could say I had a crush
When we talked you would always blush
You always looked so damn fine
All I needed was a little time
Then I knew you would be mine

You had such beautiful long black hair
About the other girls, I didn’t care
The one in front of me seemed so rare

One day in school I just couldn’t resist
I grabbed your hand and then we kissed
Your lips had such a pleasant taste
Not another second did we waste

And no, a monologue doesn’t have to rhyme
But this one does and it is no crime

In my final words let me say
To get what you want, there’s no need to pray

There’s only one thing you have to do
Grab life by the balls and say fuck you.

I look to the right

There’s a fight

She can’t see the light

Refuses to let go

Tells me she’s taking it slow

It’s a sweet poison

Noxious

I have to be cautious

She’s crying

Tired of trying

Why does he keep lying?

 

I look to left

He wishes he left

Feeling bereft

But can’t give up

It’s a bittersweet half-full cup

Of emotions

Going through the motions

Can’t explain why he does what he does

There’s no trust

He’s hurting her but can’t let go

He loves her so

 

Stuck in the middle

Like solving a riddle

Looking for strings to fiddle

How do I help?

There’s a strain in the air

They won’t listen

Tears glisten

Killing with kisses

How do I save the missus?

What can I do?

What should I say to them today?

 

Tired of lying

Tired of crying

Imagining flying

The spark went out

Without a shadow of doubt

It’s time to part

Unravel your fingers

The pain still lingers

But there is room to breathe

She had the courage to leave

And it made all the difference

 

I hate the 6. The 6 is the epitome of evil in the world today. Want to go to school 30 minutes early so as not to be late for calculus? Well too bad, train malfunctions! At every stop. Every. Stop. And not just a few seconds but rather tens of minutes because the MTA’s mission is to deliberately make everyone late. One could wonder what those train delays are that occur everyday, if there even is anything wrong with the subway. We see train systems in Japan, the United Kingdom, even in despotic countries such as Qatar that have little to no problems whatsoever running at the fraction of the MTA’s budget. Speaking of the budget, the MTA’s is 15 billion dollars. The MTA’s budget of 15 billion is equivalent to Zimbabwe’s GDP of 15 billion. It took 15 billion dollars for dictator Robert Mugabe to rule his country with an Iron fist suppressing his people. The MTA can literally fund a mercenary army to go to war with Zimbabwe. For more comparisons let’s look at the Apollo program which took 25 billion dollars to see through to its competition. If we can put men on the moon to further advance humankind for 25 billion dollars, there is no doubt in my mind that we can use 15 billion dollars to fix an underground subway that encompasses .0001% of earth’s surface area.

The feeling of being unwanted
That was what she felt.
The thought of being excluded
Was hard for her to dealt
She just wants to scream
To let everything go.
But her mind held her voice back
And she just sinks further below.
She daydreams of the day that she’ll be happy again
But that just seems like years to come.
She’s searching for that light at the end of the tunnel
But her determination has succumbed.
Then she met him,
The guy of her dreams.
It seems so unreal,
He boosted her self-esteem.
Her darkness turned to light,
Even she didn’t notice.
He knew what he got himself into,
So, he became devoted.
Her smile got wider and wider each day,
Her sadness slowly faded away.
He became her savior,
So, she got braver and greater.
She was indeed happy, but only for a while
As he suddenly got tired,
And decided it wasn’t worthwhile.
He backed away each and every day,
until he had enough space.
And when that final blow struck,
He left without a trace.
No explanations, no goodbyes,
She couldn’t understand why.
It left her heartbroken for several months,
She didn’t eat, she didn’t sleep.
All she could do was ask herself why.
Even she couldn’t do that, so she weeps and weeps.
She knew it was too good to be true,
For a guy to fall for a girl like her.
Now she’s back to her old ways,
When everything was just a blur.
She knew it was better this way,
Being alone and depressed
And no one has to care for her,
It is for the best.

Before coming to Baruch, I was already expecting a dreadful adventure. Prior to coming here, I had to resolve some problems regarding my transcript and financial aid but the administration never picked up their phone. Every time I called, I was faced with an insane automated system that I had to go through in order to speak to a representative. Even after that was complete, the ring just kept going on for many minutes until I hung up. I thought that it was unacceptable to leave a phone number on the website but have nobody to pick up the phone. I would have to commute an hour and thirty minutes to speak to a person instead of resolving the problem in the comfort of my home. I hate automated phone systems; there should be an option to speak to a representative right away. After I entered the school however, there were not many problems I had to fix. I would hope to avoid these problems in the future to save myself from the long lines I see on the 8th floor. The subway system is also something that most Baruch students have to deal with. In my case, I have to take the bus before boarding the MTA train. Unexpected delays give me anxiety more than anything. There was a time where the I had to wait over twenty minutes for the express train to arrive, giving me my first lateness! Other than this, the only other experience I dislike is the 7:50am classes from Monday through Thursday which most people have to deal with as well; I hope this would change next semester.