Askew Ball was originally suppose to be written as a short story, but upon meeting Trevor Thomas Murray and getting to know him. I had talked about this demented little story that turned into a short script that he believed in me enough to submit it to Broom Street Theater during a little contest they were having back in November of 2009. I came back to this twisted and yet funny tale, because I was mentoring an aspiring writer by telling him that he should write what he wanted to and not because of what everyone else told him to.
Granted Trevor never told me to write this tale in a script format, but upon many discussions with him. It just felt like it could go both ways as a short story and a short script to be made by my fledgling production company. In honor to keeping true to what he said to me...about doing what you makes you happy. When i read it this hilarious tale, it reminded me of a time that underneath all the stress and bullshit that came with the stress I was in. Writing this tale made me happy because one person believed in me beyond anything and he made me happy. I never really told him or anyone till now. But when I wrote Askew Ball in the short script format it was really for him.
Now I write it because writing makes me happy.
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Showing posts with label Trevor Thomas Murray. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trevor Thomas Murray. Show all posts
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Askew Ball: Author's Note
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Author's Note,
Dementia,
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Twisted Tales
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Final Embrace
Final embrace in your strong arms
Remembrance of eternity forgotten
Kiss of passion as a parting gift
Exhale my life on your sweet breath
Allow me to slumber in your arms
Partaking your love inside me
Treasured memories in my dreams
Loving you eternally as it should be
Partaking your love inside me
Treasured memories in my dreams
Loving you eternally as it should be
Poem history:
I would have to say this is a short and sweet one...something we would all want to do...is die in the arms of the one we love. Inspired by my own events of a lost love...it is said that when you loose your soul mate or true love...it feels like they died....well that is how it feels. Everyday you die with out them.
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Thursday, November 3, 2011
♥♥♥ I ♥ Love ♥ You ♥♥♥
The tender touch of your lips
Beating pulse in your chest
Hands touching me ever so softly
Claiming my body as your own
Hearing your rapid breathing
Hot breathe against my neck
Your warm skin touching mine
My body moving with yours
Feeling you enter deep inside
A rush of emotions swirls around
Your strong arms lifting me up
Body screaming in eternal ecstasy
Each fluid movement you give
You are all I ever wanted in life
Giving such pleasure and desire
Feeling my body about to burst
There is no end to your passion
Your breathing driving me wild
Pulse racing as you go deeper
Releasing myself, I call out
I love you
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Lost Love
Soothing darkness surrounding the room
Thoughts of you running through
Mind trying to go enter gentle slumber
Haunted memories of what was
Show me how to forget about you
Guide me away from the longing
Shine your light in my sleepless nights
Resting tired head in to tranquil dreams
Hoping to not dream of what is lost
Wishing to turn back the hands of time
Can't stop loving what made me happy
Time heals all wounds, so they say
Open wounds still lingering behind
Wishing that you would heal the hurt
Haunting memories of a lost love
Help me reach that peaceful slumber
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Movie History
Yes, this is a picture taken from the credits that has my name on it....from Cory J. Udler's Incest Death Squad 2 of course it is funny to see Trevor Murray's name above mine...so no matter what...he has been immortalized next to me.....ironic....but either way...I am pretty stoked about this little piece of cinema....so thank you Cory for making me part of the filth {{evil giggles}}
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Shattered Heart
Shattered pieces of a broken heart
Fall to the abyss of yesterday
An open wound forms deep
Creating a vortex of emptiness
How can one forget you??
Heart devoid of any and all form
Haunted by memories of you leaving
Engulfing whirlwind since you left
Though you are far from my sight
Longing to hold you once more
On bended knee pleading to the heavens
Requesting a relief from this hell
Truth burning past mortal flesh
With eyes closing from this horror
Your ghostly image do I see
The lonely emptiness that invades
Begging for universal redemption
Longing to hold you once more
The tragedy that has befallen
All in the guise of love
Shattered Shards of a broken heart
Waiting to feel your warmth again
Pledge of undying love is yours
A release from this tormented hell
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Monday, February 14, 2011
Haunted
My mind keeps wandering away
To a time, only a year ago
Thoughts of you running through my day
Many a day, I have tried to forget you
Haunted daily by your memory
Images burned deep within my being.
Never wanting to know the truth
My mind keeps wondering of the lies
Spun cleverly and with out a trace
Dark and light shine through life
Tormented essence screaming for release
The anguish that is still deep inside
A hole ripped through my heart and soul
Caused when you left with out a trace
Heartbroken and alone in this world
Though you caused so much pain
Wishing for your return to my life
Frozen wasteland waiting for the sun
Melt the ice of the feeling of emptiness
Hoping to fill the open void deep within
Haunted daily by your memory
Thoughts of you running through my day
Heartbroken and alone in this world
Caused when you left with out a trace
Tormented essence screaming for release
~Hellz Writer~
Irenia Guajardo
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Lost love,
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Monday, November 23, 2009
Broken Dreams
I lay my head on broken dreams that you have sewn for me.
Taking the tattered garment that you have crafted with a heavy heart.
Weary I see that I was the fool for having false hope.
Tis nothing more than a cruel twisted joke.
The words I collected on your alter were twisted.
I find myself begging to be adored by your feet.
Only to find cold empty despair on my brow.
Twice over, my heart was torn apart
Wanting to walk beside you, my precious love
Taking the tattered garment that you have crafted with a heavy heart.
Weary I see that I was the fool for having false hope.
Tis nothing more than a cruel twisted joke.
The words I collected on your alter were twisted.
I find myself begging to be adored by your feet.
Only to find cold empty despair on my brow.
Twice over, my heart was torn apart
Wanting to walk beside you, my precious love
Tears fall down from love sick eyes
Forsaken to a barren wasteland with out
How can anyone move on when love is lost??
Forsaken to a barren wasteland with out
How can anyone move on when love is lost??
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Witch's Spindle
I place my heart on the witch's spindle
In hopes of getting the love she prophesies
Instead I watched her rip and shred
Upon her magic spindle did my heart writhe
Questioning her motives, I pleaded “why?”
The witch answered with her crooked smile,
“Your heart was too tough you needed heartbreak
Through misery and pain a heart softens
You must endure to find the one that will mend it
To find the love you seek-there comes a heavy price”
Falling on bended knee, I begged that it wasn’t so
Only silence from the witch befell my wanting ears
Empty tears fell from vacant eyes to the witch's spindle
To find true love there must come terrible heartache
Grabbing my weathered heart, I walked away
Head hung low in despair to think of what has befallen
Holding the remnants of the strong beating heart
Tears fall upon the open wounds, the witch created
In that moment it had enlightened me of this horror
In hopes of getting the love she prophesies
Instead I watched her rip and shred
Upon her magic spindle did my heart writhe
Questioning her motives, I pleaded “why?”
The witch answered with her crooked smile,
“Your heart was too tough you needed heartbreak
Through misery and pain a heart softens
You must endure to find the one that will mend it
To find the love you seek-there comes a heavy price”
Falling on bended knee, I begged that it wasn’t so
Only silence from the witch befell my wanting ears
Empty tears fell from vacant eyes to the witch's spindle
To find true love there must come terrible heartache
Grabbing my weathered heart, I walked away
Head hung low in despair to think of what has befallen
Holding the remnants of the strong beating heart
Tears fall upon the open wounds, the witch created
In that moment it had enlightened me of this horror
To find the love you seek, you must endure such misery
Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~
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