Saturday, August 31, 2013

Raven

Introduction to my happenstance Raven pilot...

INT. RAVEN’S SOUTH MIAMI, FL LOFT – DAY
RAVEN THOMAS (32), a beautiful yet emotionally distressed interior designer lays in bed. She stares up at the ceiling as her fiancé JARED (36), a skinny Life Insurance Salesman with a dimpled chin lays next to her asleep. Raven covers her forehead with her left hand and counts backward from five. When the sound of her rattling SEVEN AM alarm jars in, Raven sighs. As Jared shuffles in bed next to her, Raven stares up at her diamond engagement ring.
JARED
Can you turn that off please?

RAVEN runs her fingers through her hair and then sighs again. Slamming her hand down on the top of her alarm clock, Raven pulls her blanket from her and then sits up.
MOVE with Raven as she saunters into her bathroom. As she stares at herself in her bathroom mirror, Raven wipes the single tear from her eyelid. Raven then fixes the straps of her silk slip. When her left hand covers the name LANGSTON tattooed across her shoulder, Raven stares at her engagement ring again and then trembles.
RAVEN runs the water of her white Barclay pedestal sink, leans down and then throws a puddle of lukewarm water in her face. Taking a deep, Raven stands up straight and then jumps when she sees Jared’s reflection.
JARED
Having a bad morning?

RAVEN
(smiling a fake smile and shrugging her shoulders)
I’m OK, I guess.

Jared turns Raven around, takes hold of Raven’s hand and then kisses inside of her palm.

JARED
You are still up for this marriage thing right?

Raven
(nodding)
Of course. I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t. Go back to bed. You know how I hate mornings.   

Jared smiles a nervous grin before he and Raven share a kiss. Jared stares at Raven for a moment while he grazes his fingertips over the back of her hand. When Raven smiles a nervous grin of her own, Jared kisses inside her palm once more and then walks back into their bedroom. After Jared slips back into their bed and then pulls the blanket over his head, Raven turns back to her reflection and then sighs.

RAVEN
You can do this, Raven. You’re going to be happy as Raven Thomas-Smith. It has a nice ring to it.
(staring at her engagement ring)
Ring…yeah, nice ring to it.

Sighing again, Raven shuts off the running sink water and then walks back into her bedroom. When Raven’s phone vibrates across her nightstand, Raven checks the caller ID and then glances over at Jared. When Jared doesn’t move, Raven picks up her phone and then slides into her robe.

RAVEN
I’m going to check the mailbox real fast.

Raven doesn’t wait for a response as she quickly walks out of their bedroom, through their living room and out their front door. Hurriedly ducking into the quiet stairwell, Raven answers her phone.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Hello?

TONI RICHARDS (31), Raven’s pretty and quirky best friend, speaks through the phone in a groggy tone.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
Are you in the stairwell again?

RAVEN
(into phone, rolls her eyes)
Where were you last night?

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
At home where I was supposed to be.

RAVEN
(into phone)
What kind of best friend are you?

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
The type that doesn’t involve herself in obvious ploys of last ditch attempts at making this farce seem real.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Toni, what do you think I’m doing here? Jared and I have been dating for close to two years now.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
Whose fault is that?

RAVEN
(into phone)
Are you serious right now? I mean, did you seriously miss my engagement party on purpose. Who does that? I can fire you from your best friend duties you know. Jared’s sister Cameron has been itching to take your spot.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, laughs)
You’re not crazy.

RAVEN
(into phone)
I thought I could say the same thing about you but clearly you’re crazy if you were really sitting on your couch watching reruns of Reno 911. Anyone who spends their nights watching reruns of Reno 911 in order to miss their best friend’s engagement party is clearly the crazy one.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
You’re the one hiding in your stairwell just so you can have a normal conversation with your best friend! Get out of hiding. I know you gave him some silly excuse to get out of there. What are you supposed to be doing right now, checking the mail on a Sunday?

RAVEN
(sucks her teeth into the phone)
If you know me so well then you should know how mad I am at you for missing my engagement party because you have some inexplicable hatred for my now fiancé.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
I don’t hate him, I hate your relationship. Tell me this, Raven. If you’re so in love with your new fiancé, why haven’t you covered up the tattoo yet.

Raven held her hand over the tattoo of Langston’s name and then chewed on her bottom lip.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, laughs)
Exactly. When you stop lying to yourself, maybe—

RAVEN
(into phone)
He’s dead, Toni! Do you get that? It’s been four years and Langston isn’t coming back. Am I supposed to create some sort of shrine of my late husband, sit on my closet floor and rock back and forth while clutching a picture of him in my hand? He’s dead. I’ve accepted it; I need to move on.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, sighs)
Fine, Raven. Move on.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Don’t say it like that.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, unconvincingly)
No…I’m happy for you. You found someone that made you happy and I’m happy for you.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Whatever, Toni. We’re planning to have a dinner tomorrow night in honor of us and—

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
How many parties do you two need to have? You see, it’s when you do things like this that I question your relationship. Who are you trying to convince with these obnoxious engagement parties?

RAVEN
(Rolls her eyes, into phone)
Look, I expect you to be there. If for any reason, any reason at all you don’t show up, don’t bother calling me again.

Raven hangs up the phone and then takes a deep breath. Dropping her phone into the pocket of her robe, Raven leaves the stairwell and trots back into her loft. When she enters, she sees Jared standing at the kitchen counter scrambling a bowl of eggs.

RAVEN
(smiling)
No mail.

As Raven walks toward the bedroom, Jared drops his fork and then circles around their antique kitchen island to turn Raven around to face him.

JARED
You know you can tell me if you’re not up to this.

RAVEN
(holds Jared’s hands and then kisses his cheek)
I’m ready to remarry.

JARED
Are you sure? Even though you put on a brave face for our guests yesterday, I heard you crying in the bathroom last night.

RAVEN
(lets Jared’s hands go and frowns)
You heard that?

JARED
Your husband died four years ago. I can understand if you want to postpone things. I just hope you’re not using this marriage to try to normalize things. I want this to be right. I love you, Raven. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m sure of that but I can understand if you’re not yet.

RAVEN
I’m fine, Jared. I love you too and I’m sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you too. I also hope to have some eggs before I head to my office.

JARED smiles reluctantly and then walks back to the kitchen. Raven rubs the back of her neck as she pulls in her lips. As she stares at the back of Jared’s back, she wipes away the mate to the single tear that strolled down her cheek earlier. Taking a deep breath, Raven rubs the area of her tattoo and then begins to walk back to her bedroom.

JARED
I made the appointment with the dermatologist.

Raven stops walking and attempts to fake a smile as she turns around to face Jared’s back.

RAVEN
Excuse me?

JARED
Tomorrow. I scheduled it during your lunch break. The doctor assured me it’s quick, non-invasive and painless.

Realizing that Raven stands behind him in silence, Jared drops his shoulders and then turns around to face his fiancé.

JARED (CONT’D)
If you expect me to believe you when you tell me that you’re ready for this, you have to show me that you’re ready to let him go. How do you think it makes me feel when I have to look at that while I make love to you? I’ve accepted the fact that I won’t be your first husband even though you’ll be my first wife. But, if you’re up to setting up a life with me, he can’t come with us.

Raven continues to smile a strained smile as she raises her shoulders.

RAVEN
OK, tomorrow at noon. It’s a date!

Jared purses his lips and then nods. When he turns around, Raven quickly turns around and walks into her bedroom as the flood of tears pour down. As her knees begin to buckle, Raven darts into her bathroom, closes the door behind her and then falls to the floor. She covers her mouth as she whimpers. Raven scratches at her tattoo as she shakes her head and grits her teeth. Pulling her knees up to her chin, Raven lowers her head between her knees and then tugs at the roots of her hair. Raven shakes as she taps her feet on the tile floor.

RAVEN (V.O.)
(whispering)
The car accident was all your fault He’s never coming back. Why’d you make him drink. He’s never coming back. Everybody blames you. He’s never coming back. He’s never coming back.

While she trembles, Raven ignores the initial sound of a knock at the door. Wiping her face and sucking on her bottom lip, Raven stands up and then turns on the sink water. When the knock continues, Raven takes a deep breath and then throws a puddle of water in her face.

RAVEN
(voice cracks)
Yes, honey.

JARED
(through the door, filtered) 
There’s someone at the door for you.

Raven shuts off the water and then checks her phone. When she sees Toni’s missed call, she takes another deep breath. Opening the door, Raven notices the look of distress on Jared’s face—the typical look of distress that Jared displayed whenever Toni was around.

RAVEN
Is it Toni?

Move with Raven as she walks through their bedroom and then into their living room. When Raven notices the tall, well-dressed man standing at her front door, Raven whirls around to face her fiancé.

JARED
He says he’s your husband.

Raven watches Jared’s lips and then closes her eyes. As her breaths shorten, Raven turns back around to face the tall, broad shouldered man standing in front of her door. Raven tightens the belt of her silk robe as she covers her mouth and allows the tears in her eyes to return.

RAVEN
(dropping her hand to her side)
Langston?   

LANGSTON THOMAS (32), Raven’s husband stands in front of her door wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of denim blue jeans. His shoes were freshly polished and his goatee crisply shaven. As if he’s been alive and well all those years, Langston smiles warmly at Raven.

RAVEN (CONT’D)
You’re alive?

LANGSTON
(licks his lips and moves closer)

I’m not a ghost, Rave.INT. RAVEN’S SOUTH MIAMI, FL LOFT – DAY
RAVEN THOMAS (32), a beautiful yet emotionally distressed interior designer lays in bed. She stares up at the ceiling as her fiancé JARED (36), a skinny Life Insurance Salesman with a dimpled chin lays next to her asleep. Raven covers her forehead with her left hand and counts backward from five. When the sound of her rattling SEVEN AM alarm jars in, Raven sighs. As Jared shuffles in bed next to her, Raven stares up at her diamond engagement ring.
JARED
Can you turn that off please?

RAVEN runs her fingers through her hair and then sighs again. Slamming her hand down on the top of her alarm clock, Raven pulls her blanket from her and then sits up.
MOVE with Raven as she saunters into her bathroom. As she stares at herself in her bathroom mirror, Raven wipes the single tear from her eyelid. Raven then fixes the straps of her silk slip. When her left hand covers the name LANGSTON tattooed across her shoulder, Raven stares at her engagement ring again and then trembles.
RAVEN runs the water of her white Barclay pedestal sink, leans down and then throws a puddle of lukewarm water in her face. Taking a deep, Raven stands up straight and then jumps when she sees Jared’s reflection.
JARED
Having a bad morning?

RAVEN
(smiling a fake smile and shrugging her shoulders)
I’m OK, I guess.

Jared turns Raven around, takes hold of Raven’s hand and then kisses inside of her palm.

JARED
You are still up for this marriage thing right?

Raven
(nodding)
Of course. I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t. Go back to bed. You know how I hate mornings.   

Jared smiles a nervous grin before he and Raven share a kiss. Jared stares at Raven for a moment while he grazes his fingertips over the back of her hand. When Raven smiles a nervous grin of her own, Jared kisses inside her palm once more and then walks back into their bedroom. After Jared slips back into their bed and then pulls the blanket over his head, Raven turns back to her reflection and then sighs.

RAVEN
You can do this, Raven. You’re going to be happy as Raven Thomas-Smith. It has a nice ring to it.
(staring at her engagement ring)
Ring…yeah, nice ring to it.

Sighing again, Raven shuts off the running sink water and then walks back into her bedroom. When Raven’s phone vibrates across her nightstand, Raven checks the caller ID and then glances over at Jared. When Jared doesn’t move, Raven picks up her phone and then slides into her robe.

RAVEN
I’m going to check the mailbox real fast.

Raven doesn’t wait for a response as she quickly walks out of their bedroom, through their living room and out their front door. Hurriedly ducking into the quiet stairwell, Raven answers her phone.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Hello?

TONI RICHARDS (31), Raven’s pretty and quirky best friend, speaks through the phone in a groggy tone.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
Are you in the stairwell again?

RAVEN
(into phone, rolls her eyes)
Where were you last night?

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
At home where I was supposed to be.

RAVEN
(into phone)
What kind of best friend are you?

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
The type that doesn’t involve herself in obvious ploys of last ditch attempts at making this farce seem real.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Toni, what do you think I’m doing here? Jared and I have been dating for close to two years now.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
Whose fault is that?

RAVEN
(into phone)
Are you serious right now? I mean, did you seriously miss my engagement party on purpose. Who does that? I can fire you from your best friend duties you know. Jared’s sister Cameron has been itching to take your spot.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, laughs)
You’re not crazy.

RAVEN
(into phone)
I thought I could say the same thing about you but clearly you’re crazy if you were really sitting on your couch watching reruns of Reno 911. Anyone who spends their nights watching reruns of Reno 911 in order to miss their best friend’s engagement party is clearly the crazy one.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
You’re the one hiding in your stairwell just so you can have a normal conversation with your best friend! Get out of hiding. I know you gave him some silly excuse to get out of there. What are you supposed to be doing right now, checking the mail on a Sunday?

RAVEN
(sucks her teeth into the phone)
If you know me so well then you should know how mad I am at you for missing my engagement party because you have some inexplicable hatred for my now fiancé.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
I don’t hate him, I hate your relationship. Tell me this, Raven. If you’re so in love with your new fiancé, why haven’t you covered up the tattoo yet.

Raven held her hand over the tattoo of Langston’s name and then chewed on her bottom lip.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, laughs)
Exactly. When you stop lying to yourself, maybe—

RAVEN
(into phone)
He’s dead, Toni! Do you get that? It’s been four years and Langston isn’t coming back. Am I supposed to create some sort of shrine of my late husband, sit on my closet floor and rock back and forth while clutching a picture of him in my hand? He’s dead. I’ve accepted it; I need to move on.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, sighs)
Fine, Raven. Move on.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Don’t say it like that.

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered, unconvincingly)
No…I’m happy for you. You found someone that made you happy and I’m happy for you.

RAVEN
(into phone)
Whatever, Toni. We’re planning to have a dinner tomorrow night in honor of us and—

TONI (V.O.)
(over phone, filtered)
How many parties do you two need to have? You see, it’s when you do things like this that I question your relationship. Who are you trying to convince with these obnoxious engagement parties?

RAVEN
(Rolls her eyes, into phone)
Look, I expect you to be there. If for any reason, any reason at all you don’t show up, don’t bother calling me again.

Raven hangs up the phone and then takes a deep breath. Dropping her phone into the pocket of her robe, Raven leaves the stairwell and trots back into her loft. When she enters, she sees Jared standing at the kitchen counter scrambling a bowl of eggs.

RAVEN
(smiling)
No mail.

As Raven walks toward the bedroom, Jared drops his fork and then circles around their antique kitchen island to turn Raven around to face him.

JARED
You know you can tell me if you’re not up to this.

RAVEN
(holds Jared’s hands and then kisses his cheek)
I’m ready to remarry.

JARED
Are you sure? Even though you put on a brave face for our guests yesterday, I heard you crying in the bathroom last night.

RAVEN
(lets Jared’s hands go and frowns)
You heard that?

JARED
Your husband died four years ago. I can understand if you want to postpone things. I just hope you’re not using this marriage to try to normalize things. I want this to be right. I love you, Raven. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m sure of that but I can understand if you’re not yet.

RAVEN
I’m fine, Jared. I love you too and I’m sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you too. I also hope to have some eggs before I head to my office.

JARED smiles reluctantly and then walks back to the kitchen. Raven rubs the back of her neck as she pulls in her lips. As she stares at the back of Jared’s back, she wipes away the mate to the single tear that strolled down her cheek earlier. Taking a deep breath, Raven rubs the area of her tattoo and then begins to walk back to her bedroom.

JARED
I made the appointment with the dermatologist.

Raven stops walking and attempts to fake a smile as she turns around to face Jared’s back.

RAVEN
Excuse me?

JARED
Tomorrow. I scheduled it during your lunch break. The doctor assured me it’s quick, non-invasive and painless.

Realizing that Raven stands behind him in silence, Jared drops his shoulders and then turns around to face his fiancé.

JARED (CONT’D)
If you expect me to believe you when you tell me that you’re ready for this, you have to show me that you’re ready to let him go. How do you think it makes me feel when I have to look at that while I make love to you? I’ve accepted the fact that I won’t be your first husband even though you’ll be my first wife. But, if you’re up to setting up a life with me, he can’t come with us.

Raven continues to smile a strained smile as she raises her shoulders.

RAVEN
OK, tomorrow at noon. It’s a date!

Jared purses his lips and then nods. When he turns around, Raven quickly turns around and walks into her bedroom as the flood of tears pour down. As her knees begin to buckle, Raven darts into her bathroom, closes the door behind her and then falls to the floor. She covers her mouth as she whimpers. Raven scratches at her tattoo as she shakes her head and grits her teeth. Pulling her knees up to her chin, Raven lowers her head between her knees and then tugs at the roots of her hair. Raven shakes as she taps her feet on the tile floor.

RAVEN (V.O.)
(whispering)
The car accident was all your fault He’s never coming back. Why’d you make him drink. He’s never coming back. Everybody blames you. He’s never coming back. He’s never coming back.

While she trembles, Raven ignores the initial sound of a knock at the door. Wiping her face and sucking on her bottom lip, Raven stands up and then turns on the sink water. When the knock continues, Raven takes a deep breath and then throws a puddle of water in her face.

RAVEN
(voice cracks)
Yes, honey.

JARED
(through the door, filtered) 
There’s someone at the door for you.

Raven shuts off the water and then checks her phone. When she sees Toni’s missed call, she takes another deep breath. Opening the door, Raven notices the look of distress on Jared’s face—the typical look of distress that Jared displayed whenever Toni was around.

RAVEN
Is it Toni?

Move with Raven as she walks through their bedroom and then into their living room. When Raven notices the tall, well-dressed man standing at her front door, Raven whirls around to face her fiancé.

JARED
He says he’s your husband.

Raven watches Jared’s lips and then closes her eyes. As her breaths shorten, Raven turns back around to face the tall, broad shouldered man standing in front of her door. Raven tightens the belt of her silk robe as she covers her mouth and allows the tears in her eyes to return.

RAVEN
(dropping her hand to her side)
Langston?   

LANGSTON THOMAS (32), Raven’s husband stands in front of her door wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of denim blue jeans. His shoes were freshly polished and his goatee crisply shaven. As if he’s been alive and well all those years, Langston smiles warmly at Raven.

RAVEN (CONT’D)
You’re alive?

LANGSTON
(licks his lips and moves closer)
I’m not a ghost, Rave.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Punch Drunk Love

Black Dolce and Gabana shades cover the evidence of false truths and broken dreams
I step into the dewy presence of an arrogant sun that beats down upon my skin
Wickedly attempting to reveal the secrets hiding beneath my hundred dollar lenses
I walk atop cracked pavement in five-inch stilettos,
Frantically reaching higher than the low I have succumbed myself to
Diamond encrusted bangles wrap around purple fingerprints embedded in my wrists
These expensive embellishments suit me better than the bad memories left behind
They resemble the platinum, diamond dipped choker draped about my esophagus
Coyly permitting my breathless oxygen to exist
Alexander McQueen gently caresses my red and blue spotted skin
The click of my heels sings a tune often forgotten amongst the loud thuds enclosed within bleeding walls
Darkness follows along the bright, indignant rays of this still arrogant sun
The only light shining radiates from the glimmer of the wedding band on his finger as he berates my face
The morning after, a haughty gift box graces the mahogany night table
Chuckling through the small glimpses of prying sun light peeking through 500 thread count, Italian curtains
He, the he that shares the name I call my own, greets me with warm smiles
Warm like the supple flames of Dante’s Inferno
Sweet kisses, sweet as the bitter taste of tarnished fantasies adorning the tattered folds of my mentality
Sapphire jewels exaggerate teardrop rings
Devaluing the fading merit I once held
Frugality’s meaning holds true in the force of his love, personified in the impact of his hits
I, the me that hides behind the barrenness of materialistic significances, has been bought out and sold
I am price less
Still, he prices more to define the blood that hemorrhages internally
Sorrow is invisible yet it leaks and stains the fibers of a hand-knotted Persian carpet
Nevertheless, love is the only drug that emits into the thick air trapped within a bar-less prison


Retail Therapy

One pair of Christian Louboutin pumps
The way the red bottoms compliment the black pavement forces my subconscious to accept the use of one full paycheck at the outlet mall
Two pairs of Christian Dior denim jeans,
Only because of the modesty in which it swathes my booty
The curious eyes that follow my strut implores me to walk slower
To ensure they also obtain a decent glance at my Gucci shades
The hidden bundles of misguided nickels and dimes secured beneath pompous couch cushions made it all possible
These sleek, while modish frames speak the names of insecure girls picked last in dodge ball
Finding their claim to fame amongst costly namesakes and gaudy materials
This silk blouse, hand sewn right from the infants of moths
Tenderly pacing the pores of my skin
Showing the world how shapely my breast form while lying under Chiffon fabric
I am the queen of Sheba upon leaving the crowded parking lot of International Mall
For the diamonds embedded within my crown are cut so clear,
The reflection of your judgmental yet highly envious insides shine ever so brightly
My Prada boots reaffirm the well-known fact that I am better than you
Silent miseries ring false within the luminosity that are my jewels
Encrusted in the humble embellishments accenting my fingers and earlobes
A second pair of Christian Louboutins
Shoes this heavenly ought to come in fours
The higher the heel the closer I am to retail sanity
Constantly repeating the task of stabilizing my raging emotions
Attempting to reach the dressed up image of an overrated socialite
While lying on a therapeutical bench trying on shoes, I pay my doctor’s fees at the register
My prescription written out within the numbers of my American Express
My cure,
The palpable joy of a fully stocked walk-in closet


Poor Girl

Haven't written a poem in a while....

Love me.
Take from me the brittle reminders of my pain and
Adore me
Give me the clandestine affection left uncovered
Though coveted, the desire for joy remains forgotten
Nevertheless, I hide anger behind plastered smiles
The dried white stains of gushing teardrops lay beneath the wrinkles in my laugh
Haughty, boisterous laughs that bounce off peeling walls
Dirty carpets soak up the dirt from my anguish and the hurt from my self-pity
Therefore, you must love me.
Fall to your knees and beg for the pleasure I crave to give yet I,
Turn up my nose and fold heavy arms over a heaving chest
Short breaths take bathroom breaks while I pretend to care less
You’ll work for my love though I have given it freely to less than worthy suitors
Still, you’ll crawl on your weak hands and scraped shins
A drained sense of purpose will weigh heavily on your shoulders
My quick tongue will cut your intentions in half
Split between the will to proceed but
The truth behind the glint in my eyes will encourage you to
Love me.
Remove me from the poverty that exists within cold walls
Tall dividers with transparent thickness giving you the opportunity to see
what I surreptitiously tells others to see
I bat my eyes and sneak nuggets of veracity between the creases of my breasts
Leaned forward at eye-level,
Judgment level.
See through the lies I tell myself and
love me.
Fall to your knees, clasp your palms to your chest while your quivering jaw tips backward
Tilt your eyes upward and query for divine intervention
for me.
And when you have me,
Strip me of the deceptions that cloud my sense of clarity
Take from me the insecurities that sully me and
Do what only you, toucher of the depth of my essence can do and

Love me.