Watching the movie of our lives unfold directly in front of my eyes. Watching the interweaving of people: cherishing, loving, enjoying each others company. What a cinema to behold, an explosion of joy and love.
I heard “Cinema” come on the radio and was instantly drawn back to that day. The day of pure happiness and love. The day where for once in my life I felt good enough, I felt loved, and I felt accepted. That day haunts me, knowing what could be, but knowing that feeling will never again come back…
I love and hate going to the movies. I usually find I am annoyed by chair kickers and chatters and texters. But I can rarely stop making comments to myself or my party about the movie. Hypocrite.
I don’t usually see many films oas they are released.
I hate popcorn. It makes me literally sick.
we sit in the dark and we don’t know what’s going on. I think he’s about to reach over and slap her and the blue lights keep flickering over everyone’s cheeks. i feel lonely amongst the crowd and it takes a certain sort of privilege to be able to sit during the matinee and be empty inside the theater and not have to worry about the screaming children locked behind classroom doors. no blue light for them.
Life was flickering before their eyes. And yeh, people sat and watched. They nibbled on popcorn and giggled at the funny bits. I don’t know if anyone stayed for the entire film though. Maybe it got too boring. Or maybe it just got uncomfortable.
We walked around the block, the cinema coming into view. The red, green, yellow and blue lights flashed on in off in sequence. Red, then green, then yellow, then blue, and then all at once. Then it begins again.
Our hands swung between us. His giant, strong hands encompassing my small and thin one.
It was indeed a tiresome task, unlike those scams one would see in the cinema, where the boring, repetitive part of the job is glossed over in a few seconds, usually with a catchy backing track, and some cinematic trick to indicate the pasage of a substantial amount of time. But for Killen, it was a hard slog. Watching odds fluctuate, calculating the spread, and sending his team of bet placers around the betting shops of London, and eventually further afield. As Race Day approached, it became more intense, as the average punters started placing their once a year just-to-make-it-interesting bets and tipped the balance towards a few select horses. By the day before the race, Killen had used up almost all of the ten million pounds the old man had fronted him, but was certain to win it all back, and still make a minimum profit of two million on the day. He would need to keep an eye on the odds fluctuation right up until the white flag was raised, but he could finally relax a little. Nothing could go wrong now.
I think the thought of going to an old fashion cinema is amazing. It brings me back to the though of the late 1800’s and early 1900’s where women would dress up in hoop dresses and the men would wear suites and go to see something that would get them out of their element, their bubble of the world around them.
The movie rocked my world. quite literally. It sucked me into it and put me on a roman battle field with all the myths that came with it. I guess this movie was my life now. What would happen when the movie ended? Would I go with it? Would I be ended too? I worried throughout the battle and tried my best just to survive it. Who knew fighting was this tough? The movie came to a close and I was back in my seat, holding my uneaten pop corn and sitting next to my best friends. We all immediately agreed that it was one of the best ones we’ve seen and they even noticed an actor that looked a lot like me. I laughed and rubbed my shoulder, sore from swinging my heavy sword. Id keep my little experience to myself for now. Perhaps I’d turn it into a full scale movie one day once I got my career moving.
on our first date, you took me to the cinema. it took you thirteen minutes to put your arm around my shoulder, and twelve more after that to move that hand down to my thigh. it took you eighteen more minutes to kiss my cheek. later, when we got back to your place after the film, it took you five minutes to lock the door and push me down. it took me three years to scream.
it’s the big box of shattered light surrounded by blasting sound. Can’t we sit in back I plead. I’ll get a neck ache, a butt ache, maybe some heartache.
The ceiling of the cinema caved in,and great chunks of plaster fell amid screams. No, this wasn’t part of the movie, not part of the 3-D glasses deal. No one was looking at the monster on the screen now, they were all running from the real one.
A smile; bright in your face and longing your way, slow and steady, life; a touch; whisper, breath tickling your skin, hair whipping across your face, magic.
You think about these things quietly, patiently, in the cinema or in the bookstore; relive them softly, touching hands cheek lips crook of your neck, reach them with the tips of your tongue and your fingers threaded through theirs.
The waking moments of my morning play out like art-house cinema. Heady, rambling internal monologues of no consequence. Scenes of silent, reflective stares and not a single line of dialogue. And the length of it all. A slice of life with no audience.
I make movies.
I don’t watch movies
Art
Waste of time
Expression
Mindful Mindless
Why’d you even ask?
Wasn’t it worth a try?
She hates me
I wish I didn’t
Hatred Love
isn’t beautiful isn’t beautiful
“Let’s go to the cinema!” she said, excitement showing all over her face. “Let’s go watch a movie together!”
“I’d love that. I would really love that” he said, feeling a seed of hope growing inside him for the first time in two decades.
Cinema is a more dramatic word for movie. Are you really going to be that ass pipe that says cinema? “what a wonderful night at the cinema!” NO. Don’t say that, you went to the movies where you stuffed your face with greasy movie popcorn.
“Cinema”. A place people went to laugh and cry and maybe secretly do things in the dark. It used to be a place of joy for me too, back when there were friends to go with, laugh with, cry with. But now, the cinema was empty. As was I.
The cinema was “open” but completely empty. No customers, no employees, no sign of life anywhere. Popcorn, candy, and sticky spilled soda was strewn all over the floor. I stared at the desolate place that used to be so crowded and lively, filled with laughing and crying people.
Such a fancy name for the movies. Or maybe an old fashioned name for the movies. I never say I’m going to the cinema. I guess the new theaters that have the lazy boy chairs and serve meals might qualify as cinemas. Or not……
“Tonight darling, we have an /agenda/,
First dinner, desert and the cinema,
Then a late night drink,
Your head in my sink,
And your body soaked in ammonia.”
We went to the cinema two by two, we each got a bucket and a bottle and a brew. We nestled in the cushions while the screen went white and looked forward to the feature presentation that night. We ate popcorn and pretzels and grinned with the salt glistening on our teeth while the actors onscreen waltzed.
regarding myself from a distance, something of an out of body experience. like i was dreaming or something, moving slowly, feeling everything very sharply. a haze around my vision, stars falling around me. the sky such a beautiful blue. the snow such a stark white. happy to breathe
George sat in the cinema looking listlessly at the empty screen. He reached into his empty container of popcorn, searching desperately, with his fat, sweaty hands.
I love the cinema
A place of red seated cushions
Wild fantasies and far away places
Dark places with warm feelings
Time stops or speeds
Nowhere but the Cinema
A place of childhood and dreams and love
The Cinema
Cities & Love
track
running
circling, fast, escape
out play
now silver
now color
finish line
first place
return
reroll
the track
for your tastes
not of the race
get so addicted
you begin to see the credits
before the finish line
so you replay
see the color in the
silver screen
but you try to avoid
watching this silver lining
filled by
mistakes coupled with yearning
for replays, to be remade,
a cinematic escape.
cinema runs through lives of every being on planet earth.One atleast once get attracted to the charms of it.Bollywood (the cinema world of india) hub is mumbai !
it is thus called the city of dreams. People from all walks of life see themselves in one or the other role of hero or hereon and who knows ! villian as well
We see the camera pan from right to left. The lens flares as it passes through the frame. We witness the magic of it all. We see the creature that captures all.
I remember seeing you standing there. Awkward and shy with nothing but a childhoods dream in your eyes. The beauty was there too but you were lost in a fake reality that you dreamed out of the books and movies in your head. You dreamed of love and all I dreamed of was running but you thought you could teach me not to run and I thought the same thing. The day I met you, at the cinema. Good bye.
Hunkering down in the rickety fold out seat, I let my eyes adjust to the inky blackness enveloping me in the 50’s style cinema. Black and white spots dance on the screen, and my stomach does cartwheels. I’ll be on screen in 5…4…3…2…1.
When we got to the cinema, it was closed. That in itself was odd, as it was Friday night, but the place actually looked as if it had been abandoned for years. I knew for a fact that I’d been in there just a month ago, and the front had certainly not been full of cracked glass and yellowed posters; there was more going on than I could fathom.
The tick tick tick of tape, the popcorn smell in the carpet, the sticky floors. Life as seen through a tiny square, rolling forever away into the distance. The movie IS the carpet: is the stain of memory. It’s the stars in heels teetering down the red carpet between velvet ropes–this is what we pay them for. It’s the bright tiles squares in the movie theater.
Watching the movie of our lives unfold directly in front of my eyes. Watching the interweaving of people: cherishing, loving, enjoying each others company. What a cinema to behold, an explosion of joy and love.
I heard “Cinema” come on the radio and was instantly drawn back to that day. The day of pure happiness and love. The day where for once in my life I felt good enough, I felt loved, and I felt accepted. That day haunts me, knowing what could be, but knowing that feeling will never again come back…
I love and hate going to the movies. I usually find I am annoyed by chair kickers and chatters and texters. But I can rarely stop making comments to myself or my party about the movie. Hypocrite.
I don’t usually see many films oas they are released.
I hate popcorn. It makes me literally sick.
we sit in the dark and we don’t know what’s going on. I think he’s about to reach over and slap her and the blue lights keep flickering over everyone’s cheeks. i feel lonely amongst the crowd and it takes a certain sort of privilege to be able to sit during the matinee and be empty inside the theater and not have to worry about the screaming children locked behind classroom doors. no blue light for them.
Life was flickering before their eyes. And yeh, people sat and watched. They nibbled on popcorn and giggled at the funny bits. I don’t know if anyone stayed for the entire film though. Maybe it got too boring. Or maybe it just got uncomfortable.
We walked around the block, the cinema coming into view. The red, green, yellow and blue lights flashed on in off in sequence. Red, then green, then yellow, then blue, and then all at once. Then it begins again.
Our hands swung between us. His giant, strong hands encompassing my small and thin one.
It was indeed a tiresome task, unlike those scams one would see in the cinema, where the boring, repetitive part of the job is glossed over in a few seconds, usually with a catchy backing track, and some cinematic trick to indicate the pasage of a substantial amount of time. But for Killen, it was a hard slog. Watching odds fluctuate, calculating the spread, and sending his team of bet placers around the betting shops of London, and eventually further afield. As Race Day approached, it became more intense, as the average punters started placing their once a year just-to-make-it-interesting bets and tipped the balance towards a few select horses. By the day before the race, Killen had used up almost all of the ten million pounds the old man had fronted him, but was certain to win it all back, and still make a minimum profit of two million on the day. He would need to keep an eye on the odds fluctuation right up until the white flag was raised, but he could finally relax a little. Nothing could go wrong now.
Quintin tarintino:
pulp fiction
resivour dogs
kill bill 1 & 2
inglorious bastards
django unchained
true romance
jackie brown
I think the thought of going to an old fashion cinema is amazing. It brings me back to the though of the late 1800’s and early 1900’s where women would dress up in hoop dresses and the men would wear suites and go to see something that would get them out of their element, their bubble of the world around them.
The movie rocked my world. quite literally. It sucked me into it and put me on a roman battle field with all the myths that came with it. I guess this movie was my life now. What would happen when the movie ended? Would I go with it? Would I be ended too? I worried throughout the battle and tried my best just to survive it. Who knew fighting was this tough? The movie came to a close and I was back in my seat, holding my uneaten pop corn and sitting next to my best friends. We all immediately agreed that it was one of the best ones we’ve seen and they even noticed an actor that looked a lot like me. I laughed and rubbed my shoulder, sore from swinging my heavy sword. Id keep my little experience to myself for now. Perhaps I’d turn it into a full scale movie one day once I got my career moving.
Dark
and all we see
are the glow worm
lights on the ceiling,
illuminating and glittering.
The world will never be the same.
on our first date, you took me to the cinema. it took you thirteen minutes to put your arm around my shoulder, and twelve more after that to move that hand down to my thigh. it took you eighteen more minutes to kiss my cheek. later, when we got back to your place after the film, it took you five minutes to lock the door and push me down. it took me three years to scream.
I like going to the cinema
it’s the big box of shattered light surrounded by blasting sound. Can’t we sit in back I plead. I’ll get a neck ache, a butt ache, maybe some heartache.
The ceiling of the cinema caved in,and great chunks of plaster fell amid screams. No, this wasn’t part of the movie, not part of the 3-D glasses deal. No one was looking at the monster on the screen now, they were all running from the real one.
A smile; bright in your face and longing your way, slow and steady, life; a touch; whisper, breath tickling your skin, hair whipping across your face, magic.
You think about these things quietly, patiently, in the cinema or in the bookstore; relive them softly, touching hands cheek lips crook of your neck, reach them with the tips of your tongue and your fingers threaded through theirs.
The waking moments of my morning play out like art-house cinema. Heady, rambling internal monologues of no consequence. Scenes of silent, reflective stares and not a single line of dialogue. And the length of it all. A slice of life with no audience.
I make movies.
I don’t watch movies
Art
Waste of time
Mindful
Mindless
Why’d you even ask?
Wasn’t it worth a try?
She hates me
I wish I didn’t
Hatred
Love
isn’t beautiful
I make movies.
I don’t watch movies
Art
Waste of time
Expression
Mindful Mindless
Why’d you even ask?
Wasn’t it worth a try?
She hates me
I wish I didn’t
Hatred Love
isn’t beautiful isn’t beautiful
“Let’s go to the cinema!” she said, excitement showing all over her face. “Let’s go watch a movie together!”
“I’d love that. I would really love that” he said, feeling a seed of hope growing inside him for the first time in two decades.
Cinema is a more dramatic word for movie. Are you really going to be that ass pipe that says cinema? “what a wonderful night at the cinema!” NO. Don’t say that, you went to the movies where you stuffed your face with greasy movie popcorn.
I make movies. I don’t like watch movies.
Art Waste of time
Expression
Why’d you even ask? Wasn’t it worth a try?
“Cinema”. A place people went to laugh and cry and maybe secretly do things in the dark. It used to be a place of joy for me too, back when there were friends to go with, laugh with, cry with. But now, the cinema was empty. As was I.
The cinema was “open” but completely empty. No customers, no employees, no sign of life anywhere. Popcorn, candy, and sticky spilled soda was strewn all over the floor. I stared at the desolate place that used to be so crowded and lively, filled with laughing and crying people.
Such a fancy name for the movies. Or maybe an old fashioned name for the movies. I never say I’m going to the cinema. I guess the new theaters that have the lazy boy chairs and serve meals might qualify as cinemas. Or not……
“Tonight darling, we have an /agenda/,
First dinner, desert and the cinema,
Then a late night drink,
Your head in my sink,
And your body soaked in ammonia.”
We went to the cinema two by two, we each got a bucket and a bottle and a brew. We nestled in the cushions while the screen went white and looked forward to the feature presentation that night. We ate popcorn and pretzels and grinned with the salt glistening on our teeth while the actors onscreen waltzed.
regarding myself from a distance, something of an out of body experience. like i was dreaming or something, moving slowly, feeling everything very sharply. a haze around my vision, stars falling around me. the sky such a beautiful blue. the snow such a stark white. happy to breathe
Movies are a source of entertainment. There are many different production units around the world. They act as an employment source.
.
George sat in the cinema looking listlessly at the empty screen. He reached into his empty container of popcorn, searching desperately, with his fat, sweaty hands.
I love the cinema
A place of red seated cushions
Wild fantasies and far away places
Dark places with warm feelings
Time stops or speeds
Nowhere but the Cinema
A place of childhood and dreams and love
The Cinema
Cities & Love
track
running
circling, fast, escape
out play
now silver
now color
finish line
first place
return
reroll
the track
for your tastes
not of the race
get so addicted
you begin to see the credits
before the finish line
so you replay
see the color in the
silver screen
but you try to avoid
watching this silver lining
filled by
mistakes coupled with yearning
for replays, to be remade,
a cinematic escape.
cinema runs through lives of every being on planet earth.One atleast once get attracted to the charms of it.Bollywood (the cinema world of india) hub is mumbai !
it is thus called the city of dreams. People from all walks of life see themselves in one or the other role of hero or hereon and who knows ! villian as well
We see the camera pan from right to left. The lens flares as it passes through the frame. We witness the magic of it all. We see the creature that captures all.
I remember seeing you standing there. Awkward and shy with nothing but a childhoods dream in your eyes. The beauty was there too but you were lost in a fake reality that you dreamed out of the books and movies in your head. You dreamed of love and all I dreamed of was running but you thought you could teach me not to run and I thought the same thing. The day I met you, at the cinema. Good bye.
“Shall we go to the cinema today?” my dad asked in a bad attempt at a fake British accent.
Hunkering down in the rickety fold out seat, I let my eyes adjust to the inky blackness enveloping me in the 50’s style cinema. Black and white spots dance on the screen, and my stomach does cartwheels. I’ll be on screen in 5…4…3…2…1.
When we got to the cinema, it was closed. That in itself was odd, as it was Friday night, but the place actually looked as if it had been abandoned for years. I knew for a fact that I’d been in there just a month ago, and the front had certainly not been full of cracked glass and yellowed posters; there was more going on than I could fathom.
The tick tick tick of tape, the popcorn smell in the carpet, the sticky floors. Life as seen through a tiny square, rolling forever away into the distance. The movie IS the carpet: is the stain of memory. It’s the stars in heels teetering down the red carpet between velvet ropes–this is what we pay them for. It’s the bright tiles squares in the movie theater.
cool
artsy
colorful
beautiful
dark
silly
empty
funny
refreshing
stupendous
meanial
caring
people
sound