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By Tyler Thielen
Table of Contents 1. Intro 2. Music in My Head 3. Joy 4. Words 5. A Terrible Epiphany 6. American Pickers 7. An Adventure 8. Praise the Sun 9. Amaterasu 10. Firebird 11. Last Bullet 12. Home of a Herald 13. Dust 14. Slayer 15. Stalker 16. Imposter 17. Hello Zepp 18. Odd Love 19. SpaceScraper 20. Nameless King 21. Echoing Blood 22. Haikus (Darkness, Ash, Killer, Tears in the rain, Cupcakes,
“I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” Silvia Plath Have you ever wondered why we are here. Are we just some cosmic coincidence, or is there an actual God out there with a plan for us? I don’t know, but it keeps me up at night. I think and think and think, but no matter what, I just can’t figure it out. So I stop thinking about it, and started writing it. Within these pages lie my own personal musings, stories, scripts and -of course- poems. Poetry is a wonderful form of self-expression and one that I’ve taken great joy in exploring. I started out this year with hope in my heart, despite the fact that the beer bug is still running rampant, and everybody and their mother are trying to cancel everything good, my writing has gotten me through this. And I hope that it will give you, dear reader, a guiding light to follow until the end.
Music in my Head I dance and run as the music creeps into my Head Filled with things I've never seen, this object called my Head Calm melodies drift in and out of me resting in my bed, As my drifting mind tells me stories from my Head. The song gets faster, louder, stronger, as the guitar lets out another shred. The beat keeps me going when I run the halls, careful not to hit my Head The sound of metal pierces my ears as I pump a demon full of lead, I smile as I bring them doom, power coursing through the song in my Head. Acoustic guitars fill the room as I splash my painting with red. A quiet creative sound for a quiet creative Head Pencil’s scratching on paper, classic rock, buttering bread, The noise of home is a comforting thing as it always fills my Head Music is the true voice of man, is what my Grandma always said, Or at least I imagined she would, within the contents of my Head
Joy The books pages turn, as I am filled with Joy. Characters leap from my mind, overshadowed by my Joy. I run and run; my mind full of memories, My memories, stories that contain my pal Joy. The words are on paper, the staples punched through, Done together with my companion named Joy. Love spread on her face; her mind full of my words. I want to spread you like a virus, my dear friend Joy. I think and think, write and write. All to release you, my partner named Joy, Release you onto those devoid of your presence. They will love you like I do, my dear sibling Joy. My worlds and characters come to life in my mind, And thanks to you, my lover, my inspiration, my Joy.
Words Oh how quaint a life one must lead, to hold an addiction to Words Oh how Sinful one’s soul must be, to lust after the beauty of Words. These markings on parchment flow in my mind like a river Of knowledge and memories not my own, these strange entities called Words. I can’t imagine a day without you, my lover clad in Leather As I drink you in and kiss you deep, and listen to melody of Words. Like a fine wine, you get better with age, an experience to be sipped and savored As I partake in the texts of the Old Gods, and lose myself to the revelry of Words. I see places I’ve never been to and hear Voices in my head tell me things I shouldn’t know As I sit on the padded floor, rocking to the noise of the Words. Echoing, Thundering, Screeching, not a moment of silence to be found As you rip and tear my mind apart, you dreadful monster named Words. As you make me laugh and smile, and cry and frown and turn my whole world upside down I sit here in an ocean of sin, drowning and panicking, pulled six feet down by the Words
A Terrible Epiphany I once believed that everyone was a Saint Then she proved me a Liar And infected me with her corrupting Taint I once believed that everyone was a Saint Until she filled my soul with restraint And set my innocence on Fire I once believed that everyone was a Saint Then she proved me a Liar
American Pickers Picked through like trash The bar is set high How are they so brash Again, and again we clash The bar is set high Swiped right in a flash Their words leave a lash The bar is set high Picked through like trash
An Adventure How I wish to go on an adventure, In this magical world with my sister, And explore it all at my leisure. How I wish to go on an adventure, Imagining all the new places we will enter, Finding gold and jewels, relics and silver. How I wish to go on an adventure In this magical world with my sister.
Praise The Sun My helmet shines as I praise the sun Glowing brightly as we become one Oh, how I wish we could become one Warriors clash, fighting for your light Warriors co-operate, searching for your light They smile knowing their hearts burn bright They smile worshiping the sunlight We all work together as equals Equals working together, fighting off despair Shining like bright beacons of hope Beacons of Hope, burdened with purpose To protect and give light like our father the sun To be Grossly Incandescent like our father My soul shines as I praise the sun
Amaterasu If there exists a hell- my case is clear- my end will be in Fire My past aflame, my sins ablaze, my memories burn me, like Fire. This house, a frozen Hearth, only filled with her Desire. Twisted Machinations hold my mind tight, as I dread the Fire My darkened mind consumes my soul, as I throw my innocence on a Pyre My thirst for blood is overwhelming, dowsing my once beautiful Fire This mind is nearly an empty shell, only asking “why her?” Why did I have to be born to her, and face her wrath and Fire I run away, from the cold, from the pain, from a Liar My hopes, my dreams, my Joy, all of them dead from Her Fire I have found a new home, one where I am not judged for being a crier This place accepts my faults, my fears, my Fire My new home is full of warmth and kindness, my aspirations can go no Higher I am happy here, with my new life, my new team, my new Fire What does it mean to love again, I ask myself, when I see that dark winged flyer? Why do I feel such a burning passion, why does she stoke my Fire? I have built a new life for myself, far away from Mother’s Ire You shall not keep this Sun Goddess caged or be burned by my loving Fire.
Last Bullet A crack of thunder roars through the air A shell discarded and barrel bare A smoking gun, a baren wind This is not how I thought that it would end My endless tide of bullets wane This man is my equal, and also my bane His strength and mine begin to fall This is not how I thought it would go at all A bounty placed upon his head I expected him to be filled with dread But his end did he prevent This is not how I thought my last bullet would be spent
Home of a Herald The long dark road that I call home, Is a, cold, dim and gentle home. Once a sheriff of justice, the desert I did roam But then the night came, when I didn’t go home. Shot and left for dead by those I called my own, I saw there was an imposter among us in our home. Anger and Rage coursing through my bones. Pain and agony with the loss of my home. A voice in the night, she tells me I'm not alone. She brings me back to fight for my home. They die by the daylight, their secrets I untomb. Now I go back, to a lost and broken home. My once colorful world, now an endless monochrome. My last bullet spent, in the desert I called home.
Dust This mask I wear stifles the dusty AIR I breath in, your soul now a MEMORY Lost in time, resting forever in PLACE. Frozen like a stoplight, forever stuck on RED. I tell myself “this can’t be POSSIBE!” As your lovely soul is lost to BATTLE, and my own thrown into endless BATTLE. This mask I wear stifles the bloody AIR as I explore what isn’t POSSIBLE, And lose touch with what is now MEMORY. The axe I hold forever stained RED, Eternally teaching others their PLACE. Endlessly lost in this horrendous PLACE My soul now tuned for an endless BATTLE. With Spears, Swords and Axes, forever RED. This makes I wear stifles the hopeful AIR I miss so much. Yet another MEMORY Lost to the realm of the IMPOSSIBLE.
My old life is gone, its return not POSSIBLE. You made sure of that, and taught me my PLACE In this cruel, unjust, haunting MEMORY When you forged a soul of endless BATTLE. This mask I wear stifles the dreadful AIR That plagues this world painted a deep RED. A world that I created, one of RED, Pain, and death. Nothing is POSSIBLE. This mask I wear stifles the endless AIR, Once clean, now dirty, now it's out of PLACE On this world of unrelenting BATTLE. Peace is nothing more than a MEMORY. This world is dull, just like my MEMORY, Home, and Family, all coated in RED. I wouldn't have dreamt this to be POSSIBLE In this war-torn world of ceaseless BATTLE. Oh, how I want to get out of this PLACE. The mask I wear stifles the hateful AIR My MEMORY says this isn’t POSSIBLE, But my eyes can’t lie in this RED dusty PLACE This mask I wear stifles the BATTLE filled AIR...
Slayer Last of my kind, I am alone on this Earth. They all left me alone, the angels did. They left me all alone, the demons did They tear and bite all flesh save my own They have eaten all flesh save my own As I wander this war-torn hell alone. As I wander this war-torn hell, I find that I am not alone Others have survived, yet they wallow now in despair The others that survive, they swim now in hope As I rise with them to become the Earth’s defender I rise to become the Earth’s lone defender As I swim against the current of a thousand perished mortals I fight against the current of a thousand hungry demons Last of my kind, I am alone in this Hell
Stalker I see you there, oh so pretty and precious Your caught in my unruly stare as I reach out to stab you senseless I killed all your friends, they died to my knife All of them fell to my unending strife My blade is now drenched in your blood As I drag your cold corpse through the mud I listen to your final breath And now you know the embrace of Death.
Imposter I know there is an imposter among us We fight and argue, nothing getting done They fight and argue, nothing getting done But I continue to work all the same I continue to work alongside my friend From room to room, fixing and helping From room to room, fearing and despairing As more colors fall from the rainbow As more colors fall, we all creak and crack Until finally we snap, and another color disappears Another color disappears, it's not the right one I fear for my friend, that we could be next I needn’t fear for my friend, as I lay on the floor I found the imposter among us
His voice comes through my porcelain face. Telling the man what he can do to live. And yet another falls to deaths embrace Never knowing what We had tried to give. The trap is placed upon her liar's head. A clock now ticking down to her demise. Failure means that the walls are painted red, But with Success she shall see through His eyes. But why do they lack the instinct to live, Unless their hearts are too filled up with strife. Yet now inside their hearts they can Forgive. Do or do not, you must Cherish your life. Even if there is still a man leftover, The last thing that you’ll hear is Game Over.
Odd Love You are not with me, I can't believe it. Now I'm sick of thinking That this is just what happiness is. You know I'd fall apart without you. Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say Kind of turn themselves into blades, Stab me in the back and then you make demands, You are not with me Maybe you should be alone. I wanna get drunk, And I wanna call you mine. You really think it can't be you. There's no shame in being crazy, Put aside the math and the logic of it. Maybe you could find the strength To smile and wish me well, Cause here, here we are, Here we are Looking into the darkness. Every time we change, it's a game.
SpaceScraper A hand of steel that cradles the stars How clueless I am to imagine you as a dream in my mind, trapped by bars A Hand of Steel that cradles the Stars I wonder how long until you cradle Mars And rise far past our sky of blue A Hand of steel that cradles the Stars How clueless I am to imagine you
Echoing Blood “We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Fear the Old Blood.” My blood, it sings, dances, writhes. In anticipation of my own demise I knew that the hunt was about to begin And ignite the fires within The claws they tear, the teeth they rend And yet my will refused to bend When the jaws of hell come down to bite By blade and bullet they die tonight They chant and shout “Fear the Blood! Lest ye be a Beast crawling through the mud!” “The Old Ones we know now are right.” “Within our Brains lie their Insight” My blood it falls upon the floor I cannot hold back anymore Upon this night the dream shall end And now to my nightmares I must attend The Beasts they run all over the Shop Their cries of death ended with a chop A Hunter I am, in an endless flood My memories within Th Echoing Blood.
Haikus Ashen One Ash flying through air Unworthy to be cinder Burns away in Flame Literature Club Cupcakes and Tea Pots Poems of Love and Sadness My Reality Killer Stalking the whole world Hunt them all one by one My revenge tells me Darkness This Soul Torn Apart My Self-Hatred Running Wild Filling with Despair Tears in the Rain These tears in the Rain Falling gently on flowers Lay down and sleep well
Stalker A Screenwriting Script by Tyler Thielen FADE IN: (1) EXT-THE WOODS-NIGHT A young GIRL lays on the forest floor on her stomach. The girl is wearing a bright red shirt with black cargo pants. A red baseball cap with a pizza stitched onto the front and the words, CARL'S PIZZARIA surrounding it, her shirt having the same logo and motto. In the Background, the sound of a light breeze, birds and other forest animals can be heard slowly quieting until THE GIRL opens her eyes. With a groan, she sits up slowly and rubs her eyes. THE GIRL W...Where... She looks around at the forest she is in, the animals and wind having stopped completely. The only sound that can be heard is the breathing of THE GIRL. THE GIRL THE GIRL gets up off the ground fully. THE GIRL Carl, where the hell are you? Come on, this isn't funny. She takes a few steps, stumbling and catching herself on a tree. THE GIRL Ah Fuck! Damn it. Same fucking leg, like always. THE GIRL kicks her leg in the air a few times, trying to get the feeling back into it. She then reaches into her pants pocket, feeling around for a few seconds before getting a relived expression on her face and pulling out her phone. She quickly begins tapping on it, pulling up her contacts list, scrolling down until she finds CARL MORRISON. She quickly dials him and puts the phone up to her ear as it begins audibly ringing, before going to voicemail. CARL (Voice.Over) Howdy amigo, you've reached Carl's Pizza. I'm probably on delivery or something, so give me a holler on the beep. The phone beeps. THE GIRL
Hey Carl, its me you asshat! What the hell did we all do last night? I’m out in the woods all by myself... (2) INT-A SMALL CAVE-NIGHT THE GIRL'S voice echoes through the small cave as the sound of dripping water can be heard. A choking sound can be heard as THE GIRL'S voice continues. THE GIRL (CONT) ...and I'm kind of freaking out right now. My bad leg hurts like hell and I have no idea what to do so seriously, just come pick me up, or at least tell me where I am, and I'll walk back... THE GIRL huffs, THE GIRL (CONT) ...Whatever, I'll just call you later, asshole. THE GIRL hangs up as the choking sound gets louder, grunts of pain begin to follow it, the breathing sounding more and more strained by the second. The choking sound is coming from a small Latino man in a bright red shirt, also with “Carl’s pizza” on the front. He is also wearing black slacks and a loose red and black tie. His black unkept hair is matted with dried blood, and his brown eyes are bloodshot. CARL is in the grasp of a shadowy being, hidden in the darkness of the cave, CARL is being held by the neck in only one of the creatures clawed hands. CARL looks down at the phone clutched in his hands, trembling as he gasps for air. THE STALKER looks down at CARL'S phone as well, its hooded face comes into the light as it reaches down with its other hand, grasps CARL'S hand gently in its own, as it lifts it up. CARL looks down at his hand and back up at THE STALKER. He lets out a choking sound as he desperately tries to plead with his captor. CARL P...please. L...let me go. I-I'll give you whatever you want, e-even her, just- THE STALKER tilts its head slightly, almost like it's amused, before tightening its grip on CARL'S neck; its long talon like fingers plunge into his throat, as blood begins to flow like a river down his front. He starts to beg to THE STALKER as he chokes on his own blood. CARL P-Please let-me...liv- CARL gets cut off as THE STALKER squeezes and breaks his neck. Carl's body falls onto the floor as THE STALKER still has a hold of Carl's arm. It rips the phone out of Carl's dead hands, taking a few fingers along with it. THE STALKER holds the phone up to its face, still unseen, and begins to type on the screen. As he pulls up the contacts list, he turns to look at Carl's corpse and looks back at the phone. Tapping the screen again, he pulls up THE GIRL’S contact information, her name unseen, and pushes the call button. Meanwhile, THE STALKER’S throat begins bubbling and making squelching sounds, as if changing somehow.
(3) EXT-WOODS-NIGHT THE GIRL is walking around the wood when her phone begins to ring. Quickly, she pulls it out and finds that Carl is the one calling. She answers the call. THE GIRL Hey asshole! Nice that you've finally picked up. I’ve been out here for hours! Little does she know, THE STALKER imitating Carl’s Voice to a T. CARL (V.O) Oh shit, really. Well I'm sorry kido, I guess me and the boys lost track of you. THE GIRL begins to pace around a nearby tree. THE GIRL That’s one way to put it. Where are you? CARL (V.O Me and Frank came out here to look for you. Jackie got worried, so we all when out looking for ya. I'm a little ways towards the middle of the park, where its starts to slope down, ya know? THE GIRL looks up at the sky, she face screwing up in focus. THE GIRL Ok so there’s Orion... And there is Ursa Major...So... Yeah, I know where you are. CARL (V.O) Damn your one smart cookie. I'll just wait here for ya, sound good? THE GIRL Yeah, I'll see you soon. She hangs up. THE GIRL (mutters to herself) That fucking prick is gonna get it when I find him. She turns to the direction she needs to go, as wisps of fog come from that way, what little that can be seen through the trees is covered by the ever thickening fog. (4) INT-CAVE-NIGHT THE STALKER looks at the phone in its hands before crushing it in his hands, dropping the remains on the floor. THE STALKER looks back at Carl's body one more time before walking out into the foggy forest, clawed hands curled into fists. THE STALKER speaks, still mimicking Carl’s voice. CARL (V.O) It's alright kiddo... The voice shifts from Carl's to a much darker alien tone.
THE STALKER (cont) ...help is on the way. FADE OUT: