John Tennent Writes

I wrote this one after seeing soldiers on campus being greeted by some students. What stays behind their eyes? “The Homefront” “He stares at the red, cracked earth while he thinks. He hears the call; it’s time to go to war. His feet march a cadence of fatigue, His red, cracked hands grip the stock of his gun. His rifle is almost too heavy now, Weighed down by the death he claims with hollow pride. Dead weight is the worst to carry they say. At his side a brother erupts in red, Fountains blasting forth, unstoppable, as The rat-tat of the guns blisters the air. He tries to piece his man back together But he can’t, there‘s no man left to save.” This is what his eyes say as we shake hands: No “thank you” can bring a brother back home.

So I wrote this a while ago and just found it, thought you might enjoy it. Makes me seem witty eh? The Importance of Speaking about Ernest Setting:             Up-scale wedding reception at a fancy hotel ballroom Characters: Johnny- mid-twenties, tall, deliberately unkempt brown hair, dark clothes, classic handsome             Sarah- mid-twenties, beautiful, short, modern hairstyle             Cathy- Early twenties, short, long hair, slightly inebriated             The scene opens on the ballroom, there is a dance floor not far from the bar but it is not very crowded. Near the bar are two girls, Cathy and Sarah. As they are chatting Johnny enters the room and mills about until he approaches her. Cathy        ...

This was spur of the moment ideas that just came to me. These concepts embody what I want to write about, what I want to say to the world. More actual prose is coming next week, after finals. It's been a little hectic lately We are capable of so much more than we ever think we will be. The power inside of us in incomparable, and we don’t even know it. The capacity for great good and great evil is inherent in every one of us, but what unlocks that potential? Is it society? God? The universe? Or is it what we do each and every day? Our lives are built upon the visions and revisions of our lives, and what we are is more than the sum of our parts. Our history does not define us, nor does our present confine us. Our future frees us, and that freedom calculates to the true nature of our being: there is always redemption, hope, faith. We can be so much more than what we think we can be, but it’s up to us to work towards that goal. So what if she doesn’t care about you anymore. So wh...