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Louisa Coller Mar 2018
A plastered note covers my eyes,
a girl is there with a gentle smile.

Today my wounds were on display,
everyone saw my wounded face.

But I felt a pat instead of a hit,
my heart is filled with sprinkles of gleam.

For now I'm a face, a heart to love.

I'm not a number anymore.
Louisa Coller Mar 2018
From a poet to another, here is my proposal.
Both a poem, yet offering, and I'm not joking!
Imagine your words written on screen,
well let me tell you my friends, it's not a dream.

I am offering you a 'Little Letter', to share your talent far and wide,
for today I'm starting a brand new project for all of mankind.
We write a poem for someone we knew, or something we hold dear.

Then montage flashes, an actor still, saying your words with passion.
For I ask you, hand in hand,
would you like to be a part of this?

__________

If you have read this far, congratulations!
I just wanted to say, as someone who loves poetry and starting to get into the love of filmmaking. I want to combine our two interests. I am creating a visual, slam poetry montage short film series called 'Little Letters', this series is about poems dear to you, about someone you knew or know and of course topics or objects you treasure dearly.

If you want to take part, feel free to email me at: louisacoller@outlook.com.

If not email, feel free to send me a facebook inbox: https://www.facebook.com/LouisaColler

I can't wait to start working with you amazingly talented people.
I am accepting poets to come and help write the series (you will be credited), as well as any potential actors (West Midlands location).
Louisa Coller Mar 2018
Caitlyn picked up a stick,
what can she poke with it?
Up an down the streets she'd go,
wondering what she can poke.

The grizzly bear slept tight,
next to the bunny in the sunlight.

Caitlyn poked the bunny's home,
but the grizzly bear is finally awoke.
Louisa Coller Mar 2018
Trembling, wondering, knit together tight.
A blanket of stars, swept upon the shoreline.
You count each dreamer with a smile on their face.
How can the world say their struggles are fake?
Louisa Coller Mar 2018
Droplets of petals all around,
silence for a moment before the sound.

The birds chirp louder than me because the time is alive,
a gift for we.

But, dare play a chord chalked in black,
there could be a potential we'll never come back.
This was inspired by Coco.
Louisa Coller Mar 2018
Stares are made towards fame,
but how many hearts are crushed?

Singly taken one by one,
until I am one of them.
I started my own little poetry book where I try to write a poem everyday or at least try to on most days. This is the second one I wrote.
Louisa Coller Feb 2018
It's so easy to move your legs to the sounds of environment,
but for some, the movements are harder everyday.

Some dreams are left unspoken, others remain thoughts,
I want my dreams spoken, but written down, of course.

I wish for long-lasting, moments of forever,
yet we are fast-paced in every moment.

Eyes, brains, dreams and desires,
lips, sugar and overall delight.
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