Series 1 Part 2 Taken from the movie "Silver Lining's Playbook"

Excelsior

(the search..)

by Shon Houston

 

As bold as she is,

as stone as she stares

like no one can move her

like her knees aren't shaking

this very moment,

she's still small somewhere in her mind.

Her eyes are still eager evening waiting

for Christmas mornings. She tells me all the time.

She tells me that I am the first time

her lips have ever trembled.

And that scares the shit out of me.

One day, if she doesn't tremble,

and I notice, then I will have lost her

to a better man.

I would have owed her that much.

A world without us is a Hell

worth her smile. Worth my weight in ash.

I will live there gladly, and remember everything about her.

Everything about the way her body

fell in my body,

nothing more perfect

than her into me with nothing but her soul on

wearing me.

Nothing more perfect than a kiss.

Than a soft ease of our lips,

dancing their last dance til the next time, til the midnight.

Until we wake up

without missing a step.

And as bold as I am,

as stone as I hold her

I wonder...



Series 1 Part 1, Written From the movie, "The Perks of Being a Wallflower"

Wallflowers

(the story of Patrick)

 

by Shon Houston

 

The song fades.

Everything we are, falls to our ankles

inches above our socks.

The argyle of your hands

don't fit the argyle of my hands,

so after we return to our table let's not say anything

just quietly remember what happened up until this point.

Remember that we fit somewhere together once.

Remember that you were the sun to my moon

and that we took up a sky. A night.

(French Translation)

A Night in Tunisia

our favorite piece of peace this world has ever granted us without some kind of storm

brewing softly in the background or owning up to

that moment when someones fist meets someones face.

What a wrecking ball that makes you.

What a man.

What of men who can't claim their love?

What if we're gay

And your dad finds out?

Without us saying a word

you changed almost immediately.

Shed your cocoon and became the most beautiful heterosexual

butterfly I had ever seen.

The next day at school,

you called me "faggot" in front of everyone

I smiled because you and I both knew

that we'd be dancing together tonight.

Like nothing had happened.

Like my jaw was not a fragile heart.

Like the people watching us weren't the same people watching us at school that day

laughing at your bravado.

But not seeing courage in the story your stance told. 

Is there not love in our eyes

because there is a switch to our hips?

Tell me.

Tell me you don't feel the way I did?

Tell me that tonight meant nothing, our lips meant nothing,

that our honesty was not measured by how often we said nothing after our

"I love yous"

but that we said "I love you" at all.

Don't answer,

just remain silent like always. Too afraid, too petrified and human.