#bbc - Hello Poetry

------------ Next mind, no hats. Never mind uncovering, we know, we know. Zombies and Ground Hog Days, we know. t'shia and the other kind, we know. Clothes make the chain of coinstantcy, flip -Phrygian dime - it is a tic, a tell, the top in Inception, that, sort of, on the re- minding levels of ware-ness, apt to teach, ready, having read, ready to learn, daily, and prove it, too, daily, you, in me, by any means, do not know next yet. - Proof - live and learn Knowing there is a knack to this, string theory, this thing I use, this sci-sorted on, yes, this way, nothing in the way, this way, con-sci-use free way, not all ways, least traversed, true tried by ants, the bare foot trails, soft as clouds imagined gathering dust to send back down, stickier.

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Aug 18, 2022

Aug 18, 2022 at 1:24 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Habits hard-bought, ever-tested

------------ Next mind, no hats. Never mind uncovering, we know, we know. Zombies and Ground Hog Days, we know. t'shia and the other kind, we know. Clothes make the chain of coinstantcy, flip -Phrygian dime - it is a tic, a tell, the top in Inception, that, sort of, on the re- minding levels of ware-ness, apt to teach, ready, having read, ready to learn, daily, and prove it, too, daily, you, in me, by any means, do not know next yet. - Proof - live and learn Knowing there is a knack to this, string theory, this thing I use, this sci-sorted on, yes, this way, nothing in the way, this way, con-sci-use free way, not all ways, least traversed, true tried by ants, the bare foot trails, soft as clouds imagined gathering dust to send back down, stickier.

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limbs that sweat in plastic doctor's bin-bag clothes hospitals like landfills landslide horror wards clap like it's been scripted casualty- stream live sunlight voids the distance summer pressure- vibe queen is on TV joke is on the screen everyone's outside looking for a sign bathing in the light bouncing off the streets who cares about the queen?

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Apr 5, 2020

Apr 5, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC

lilacdom08

headline

limbs that sweat in plastic doctor's bin-bag clothes hospitals like landfills landslide horror wards clap like it's been scripted casualty- stream live sunlight voids the distance summer pressure- vibe queen is on TV joke is on the screen everyone's outside looking for a sign bathing in the light bouncing off the streets who cares about the queen?

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Eat... Sleep.... Wake.... Nothing but you.

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Sep 12, 2019

Sep 12, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC

Pineapplepip

BBC

Eat... Sleep.... Wake.... Nothing but you.

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Someday your pain will be beneath you. Someday you'll see that all that crying bloomed flowers under your feet. When the sun rises, I'll see you across the room. It's been years since I've disappeared but I did it all to protect you. Keep you safe from the dark that follows you and tries to hurt you. I ran into the darkness for you, this was my plan and now I've returned from the black for anew, and I owe you a thousand apologies In the morning, I'll approach you. It's been three years. The story has ended and I have shed my own tears. "Don't apologize to me."

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Dec 7, 2013

Dec 7, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC

morganmercury

Three Years

Someday your pain will be beneath you. Someday you'll see that all that crying bloomed flowers under your feet. When the sun rises, I'll see you across the room. It's been years since I've disappeared but I did it all to protect you. Keep you safe from the dark that follows you and tries to hurt you. I ran into the darkness for you, this was my plan and now I've returned from the black for anew, and I owe you a thousand apologies In the morning, I'll approach you. It's been three years. The story has ended and I have shed my own tears. "Don't apologize to me."

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You were once the greatest thing that ever happened to me and now you are just thrown in the back of my mind. Now you're just scattered memories. I was always afraid of changing. I was never made to do this because my life revolved around you. But life does keep going. As you decide to jump off this runaway train, leaving me in the dust left to rust. Leaving these grounds to become a beautiful flaming light in the darkness. Every night I would look into the sky and talk to you, telling you that life does keep going on but it's making me sick, love. But in the morning I will awake and rise from the ground not knowing how to walk properly again. But I'll find enough strength to walk to your resting place and find peace in it and slow down in this race. But I gave you all I had and now I have nothing left to hold I took all my love and spread it across your wild footprints and grave, like ashes, to let it sink down into you once again. We all get older. We all lose things. Life doesn't stop and I have never felt more alone, but time continues and the days go on. But not a day goes by that I forget you because I never dreamed of meeting someone like you, but now you're just a memory in the back of my mind. Oh, the tragedy I have seen, leaving my eyes burnt out. "Please don't be dead." I repeat countless times to your stone, to the sky, to the heavenly stars that shine so bright leaving the darkness in the pity shadows. "Do this for me please." "Just one more miracle."

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC

morganmercury

Life Goes On

You were once the greatest thing that ever happened to me and now you are just thrown in the back of my mind. Now you're just scattered memories. I was always afraid of changing. I was never made to do this because my life revolved around you. But life does keep going. As you decide to jump off this runaway train, leaving me in the dust left to rust. Leaving these grounds to become a beautiful flaming light in the darkness. Every night I would look into the sky and talk to you, telling you that life does keep going on but it's making me sick, love. But in the morning I will awake and rise from the ground not knowing how to walk properly again. But I'll find enough strength to walk to your resting place and find peace in it and slow down in this race. But I gave you all I had and now I have nothing left to hold I took all my love and spread it across your wild footprints and grave, like ashes, to let it sink down into you once again. We all get older. We all lose things. Life doesn't stop and I have never felt more alone, but time continues and the days go on. But not a day goes by that I forget you because I never dreamed of meeting someone like you, but now you're just a memory in the back of my mind. Oh, the tragedy I have seen, leaving my eyes burnt out. "Please don't be dead." I repeat countless times to your stone, to the sky, to the heavenly stars that shine so bright leaving the darkness in the pity shadows. "Do this for me please." "Just one more miracle."

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Starting with coverage from BBC2. Brushing calm shadows into pastel hills. A rhythm paints terrain a sugary brown. Flicks of green create fauliage serene. The clean tasteless air is cotton soft. A effortless stream runs cobalt clear. Where salmon gymnastics begin each year. Squirrels practice dance routines a glamorous red. The doormice dressed and ready for bed. Continuing coverage on Ch4. The perch, the tench sat together on an underwater bench. Discussing bait and hooks whilst flicking through some fishing books. What's he eating? Mr Mole, it looks like cheese and ham on a soft brown roll. There's a chicken and a fox that live round here. Seriously, they've been dating each other for about a year. Now, if you take the next left, then over the stye. There's a duck lives there, call in and say, hi! Poetry by Kaydee.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC

SazKells

The Meadow

Starting with coverage from BBC2. Brushing calm shadows into pastel hills. A rhythm paints terrain a sugary brown. Flicks of green create fauliage serene. The clean tasteless air is cotton soft. A effortless stream runs cobalt clear. Where salmon gymnastics begin each year. Squirrels practice dance routines a glamorous red. The doormice dressed and ready for bed. Continuing coverage on Ch4. The perch, the tench sat together on an underwater bench. Discussing bait and hooks whilst flicking through some fishing books. What's he eating? Mr Mole, it looks like cheese and ham on a soft brown roll. There's a chicken and a fox that live round here. Seriously, they've been dating each other for about a year. Now, if you take the next left, then over the stye. There's a duck lives there, call in and say, hi! Poetry by Kaydee.

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Once I was a king loathed by my kingdom. I was a machine built from the toughest iron nothing could break through. I left my emotions to rust in the rain and murdered them in the cold night. But I let my ego hold my strings and now I can't even treat a human right. I meet a manic on the south side of town. With a cane in hand and his mind locked in a birdcage since the war. He was a maniac for trusting me and loving me and all my iron core. I don't believe his tales for, he is dead on the inside. Departed from his heart, He says he feels more alive this way. With a cigarette in my hand, I hope for his life to never feel alone again.

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Aug 12, 2013

Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC

morganmercury

A Machine & His Maniac Pt. 1

Once I was a king loathed by my kingdom. I was a machine built from the toughest iron nothing could break through. I left my emotions to rust in the rain and murdered them in the cold night. But I let my ego hold my strings and now I can't even treat a human right. I meet a manic on the south side of town. With a cane in hand and his mind locked in a birdcage since the war. He was a maniac for trusting me and loving me and all my iron core. I don't believe his tales for, he is dead on the inside. Departed from his heart, He says he feels more alive this way. With a cigarette in my hand, I hope for his life to never feel alone again.

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From the BBC today, Excerpt Why does Taylor Swift write so many one-note melodies? "It's easy to get distracted by her celebrity, but Taylor Swift is a once-in-a-generation songwriter. From the very beginning, she's displayed a knack for melody and storytelling that most artists never master. Take, for example, her first US number one, OUR SONG Written for a high school talent show, it's a fairly typical tale of teenage romance until the final lines: "I grabbed a pen / And an old napkin / And I wrote down our song." That's smart, self-assured songwriting for someone who wasn't old enough to vote. Notably, the lyrics insert the musician directly into the narrative - something she developed into a tried and tested trope. But Our Song also establishes another of Taylor's trademarks: The one-note melody. Excerpt Repetitive melodies that centre around a single note are part of that appeal. They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech. "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." Rebuttal Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics. They can relate to your song but if they cannot sing it themselves putting themselves in the 'first-person perspective narrative' they cannot feel as-if they have BECOME the artist and are living that moment as they remember it. Taylor Swift sings about teenage love and angst something EVERYONE ON EARTH understands. ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG. Cadences are singing statements that confer a discipline and unity. Song acts as a catharsis. The artist shares their pain in a way that is universally understood. If you want to sell a rock, literally a pebble, you will not sell it if it doesn't look like a rock. If it doesn't do what rocks do. If it is not what people remember a rock to be like. Nor will it sell if it is just like every other rock they have ever seen. It cannot convey an emotion unless it elicits emotion. One cannot even begin to feel emotional if one cannot remember easily the past and that includes lyrics one has heard that evoked said emotional state. It is horrifying to see HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS that rhyme be obliterated in exchange for an intellectual or individual perspective NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE. If you want to sell and make money you better start thinking about the 99% of people who are not geniuses. If your sole goal in life is to attract a genius to give you a great job because of how, "smart," they perceive you to be then fine. You are not an artist. You are an employee. "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." Thrice Times Great. ⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ BECOME EVERYONE ON EARTH ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE HOW BAD artist? or employee?

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Feb 15, 2018

Feb 15, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC

david-john-mowers

Article: Taylor Swift and why rhyme sells,

From the BBC today, Excerpt Why does Taylor Swift write so many one-note melodies? "It's easy to get distracted by her celebrity, but Taylor Swift is a once-in-a-generation songwriter. From the very beginning, she's displayed a knack for melody and storytelling that most artists never master. Take, for example, her first US number one, OUR SONG Written for a high school talent show, it's a fairly typical tale of teenage romance until the final lines: "I grabbed a pen / And an old napkin / And I wrote down our song." That's smart, self-assured songwriting for someone who wasn't old enough to vote. Notably, the lyrics insert the musician directly into the narrative - something she developed into a tried and tested trope. But Our Song also establishes another of Taylor's trademarks: The one-note melody. Excerpt Repetitive melodies that centre around a single note are part of that appeal. They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech. "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." "They emphasise her relatability by mimicking the cadence of speech." Rebuttal Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics. They can relate to your song but if they cannot sing it themselves putting themselves in the 'first-person perspective narrative' they cannot feel as-if they have BECOME the artist and are living that moment as they remember it. Taylor Swift sings about teenage love and angst something EVERYONE ON EARTH understands. ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG. Cadences are singing statements that confer a discipline and unity. Song acts as a catharsis. The artist shares their pain in a way that is universally understood. If you want to sell a rock, literally a pebble, you will not sell it if it doesn't look like a rock. If it doesn't do what rocks do. If it is not what people remember a rock to be like. Nor will it sell if it is just like every other rock they have ever seen. It cannot convey an emotion unless it elicits emotion. One cannot even begin to feel emotional if one cannot remember easily the past and that includes lyrics one has heard that evoked said emotional state. It is horrifying to see HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS that rhyme be obliterated in exchange for an intellectual or individual perspective NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE. If you want to sell and make money you better start thinking about the 99% of people who are not geniuses. If your sole goal in life is to attract a genius to give you a great job because of how, "smart," they perceive you to be then fine. You are not an artist. You are an employee. "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." "Rhyme sells because the people you are selling too can remember your lyrics." Thrice Times Great. ⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ BECOME EVERYONE ON EARTH ALL POETRY BEGAN AS RHYME IN SONG HOW BADLY EVERYONE INSISTS NOT SHARED BY THE MAJORITY OF PEOPLE HOW BAD artist? or employee?

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Maintain a distance Of at least three feet Cuz a close encounter Is more bitter than sweet Just one step too close And she's inside your head Just one step too close And soon you'll be dead She'll make you believe That she can help you That whatever you want Is what she wants too But once she's inside Her wicked voice rings By then, you're enslaved To do her bidding Her thoughts are inhuman She doesn't feel pain She's clearly unmatched When it comes to the brain But please don't be tricked By her dark mind games What she's trying to do Is drive you insane Who is she, you ask? She's the east wind that blows Well haven't you guessed? Her name is Eurus.

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Aug 6, 2017

Aug 6, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC

ValeLuna

EURUS

Maintain a distance Of at least three feet Cuz a close encounter Is more bitter than sweet Just one step too close And she's inside your head Just one step too close And soon you'll be dead She'll make you believe That she can help you That whatever you want Is what she wants too But once she's inside Her wicked voice rings By then, you're enslaved To do her bidding Her thoughts are inhuman She doesn't feel pain She's clearly unmatched When it comes to the brain But please don't be tricked By her dark mind games What she's trying to do Is drive you insane Who is she, you ask? She's the east wind that blows Well haven't you guessed? Her name is Eurus.

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Dear Sherlock, Please get out of my mind. You distract me, Like sparkles in the wine. When I want to sleep, You shout in my head- "Boring!". Even when I am doing my favourite subject, After each question I correctly solve, You whisper in your deepest voice- "The game is on." I keep myself away from the laptop screen, But do you have any theory to avoid you in my brain? If yes, ugh! Please do tell this teen. Maybe I should develop this 'mind palace', And assign a separate room to you. And during my busy hours, I swear, Sherlock, On it, I'll put a heavy lock. I need to do my work, But on the desk in my head, You always seem to lurk. Now please go away from me, Or I'll call John and then you see!

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC

RA21

A Letter to Sherlock

Dear Sherlock, Please get out of my mind. You distract me, Like sparkles in the wine. When I want to sleep, You shout in my head- "Boring!". Even when I am doing my favourite subject, After each question I correctly solve, You whisper in your deepest voice- "The game is on." I keep myself away from the laptop screen, But do you have any theory to avoid you in my brain? If yes, ugh! Please do tell this teen. Maybe I should develop this 'mind palace', And assign a separate room to you. And during my busy hours, I swear, Sherlock, On it, I'll put a heavy lock. I need to do my work, But on the desk in my head, You always seem to lurk. Now please go away from me, Or I'll call John and then you see!

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A cuckoo sings its first spring voice The cider maker cracks his cork on this year’s choice English apples presented from pre years press Picked and selected to impress Bottled and ready for drinkers wide and far Vision distorting with every jar From orchards up and down the land Drinkers search the best in town Scrumpy be the drinkers rot Weak willed should try it not A test once tasted of a brewers fare An enjoyment discovered but just take care For once you have past the half way mark You’ll soon be singing and dancing with the larks

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Aug 24, 2015

Aug 24, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC

rob-kingston

Visiting the lark

A cuckoo sings its first spring voice The cider maker cracks his cork on this year’s choice English apples presented from pre years press Picked and selected to impress Bottled and ready for drinkers wide and far Vision distorting with every jar From orchards up and down the land Drinkers search the best in town Scrumpy be the drinkers rot Weak willed should try it not A test once tasted of a brewers fare An enjoyment discovered but just take care For once you have past the half way mark You’ll soon be singing and dancing with the larks

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Be CAREFUL What You Say !!! Be CAREFUL What You Say !!! Don't Talk About Gays In Homophobic Ways !!!!! Don't Talk of Terrorism Unless You Seek A Vision ... Where ... Your Form of Religion Is Locked Inside A Prison ... !!! Don't Talk In Ways That State A Case .... For Shutting Down ... " Guantanamo Bay " ... !!! " I say I say ! " "Yes, you say what !" " Can I use my brain ? " "Ofcourse you may, Just use it in a certain way !" "A Certain Way, i'll go insane !" "Well either way, you'll end up caged !" "What, just for thoughts I put to page ? Excuse me saying, but are you deranged ?" "Don't I have a voice to express joy ?" "Ofcourse you do, but we're watching you !" "What, like Big Brother ?" "A little like that, but we call it undercover" "Like Mr. Macintrye ?" "Don't you ever get tired !" "Well excuse me sir, I just don't concur with the thought that my brain, should just refrain, from talking of things that bring me pain !" "Sir, your form of complaint, now requires restraint, and if you don't, STOP, you'll be detained !" Now I've Just Watched YES .... " I Robot " ... And Am A Little Disturbed By Modern Plots ... !!! Now Actors Are Seen On Stage As Machines ... I Never Ever Would of ... DREAMED ... ?!? But That's The Way Things Are These Days ... Robots Now Taking Roles In Plays ... !!?!! It Worries Me That We May See ... A Whole NEW BREED On Our TV's ... ?!? X Factor Robots PLEASE ... Surely Not ... ? IN FACT That's Wrong THAT TV Show's Already On ... !!!! That's A JOKE I'm Sorry Folks Had To Get That In ... In Truth I'd Really ... " LOVE TO WIN " ... !!!!!!!! Did I Just Say THAT... ?!? I Need A SLAP ... !!!!!!! "Be careful what you say !" ... Okay OKAY ... !!! I NEED To Write NICE Poetry .... Before I Meet The ... " Censorship POLICE " ... !!! Those Who CLAIM I Should REFRAIN From Being A PAIN ... And Should Talk About LOVE And ... " SUNNY DAYS " ... !!!!!!! WHAT World Are THEY IN ... ?!? They're NOT In The One of My Black Skin ... !!! Problems I Face DON'T Lie Within ... !!! Can't I Talk About Sins of ... NEW Racists ... ? "Virgil son, you must resist ! You know your place, so, just accept it !" "What do you mean, I see I see ! Hidden away from ITV, and clearly yes the BBC ! Indeed, indeed, that's the place for me ! A place where I write poetry, and do not feed deluded dreams ?" They'll Have An End To Suit Their Means ... But Will It PROTECT ... " Freedom of Speech " ... ? Or Fill A Slot ... Just Because ... I Do Hope NOT ... Is Poetry DEAD Is Freedom LOCKED ... ? Is The Answer In ... My head of Knots ... ?!? I'll Do MY Thing ... Until I'm STOPPED ... NOT By Those Who Sit And Plot ... But Father Time And All Our Gods .... Who Feed Me Words To .... " Sit and Jot " .... I Hope That They ... With NO DELAY ... Decide That We Have Right of Way ... To Say The Things We WANT To Say ... !!!!! Those Who Choose To ... " ENTERTAIN " ... And Those Like Me of A DIFFERENT Strain ... !!!!!! Just Like Blood Runs Through My Veins ... So Do My Thoughts Inside My Brain ... To Relinquish THAT Would Drive Me Mad ... !!! Isn't That ESSENTIAL To Being ..... HUMAN ... ?!? Sharing Views With Woman and Man ... I'm Trying My BEST To ... " OVER-Stand " ... Why We'd Want To Change That Plan ... ?!? It's HARD These Days To ... " Live In Peace " ... !!! But It'll Be Much WORSE ... With NO EXPRESSION Or Use For Words ... !!! These Plans DISTURB And Seem ABSURD ... And May Just HURT This Place Called ... " Earth " ... ?!? We NEED To EXPRESS To EASE Our Stress ... And Communicate MORE NOT Do This Less ... !!! That's Just MY VIEW But What About YOU ... ??? But REMEMBER These Days ... ..... "Be Careful What You Say" ..... !!!!!

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Apr 1, 2015

Apr 1, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC

big-virge

"Be Careful What You Say ... !!!!!" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 1/3/06

Be CAREFUL What You Say !!! Be CAREFUL What You Say !!! Don't Talk About Gays In Homophobic Ways !!!!! Don't Talk of Terrorism Unless You Seek A Vision ... Where ... Your Form of Religion Is Locked Inside A Prison ... !!! Don't Talk In Ways That State A Case .... For Shutting Down ... " Guantanamo Bay " ... !!! " I say I say ! " "Yes, you say what !" " Can I use my brain ? " "Ofcourse you may, Just use it in a certain way !" "A Certain Way, i'll go insane !" "Well either way, you'll end up caged !" "What, just for thoughts I put to page ? Excuse me saying, but are you deranged ?" "Don't I have a voice to express joy ?" "Ofcourse you do, but we're watching you !" "What, like Big Brother ?" "A little like that, but we call it undercover" "Like Mr. Macintrye ?" "Don't you ever get tired !" "Well excuse me sir, I just don't concur with the thought that my brain, should just refrain, from talking of things that bring me pain !" "Sir, your form of complaint, now requires restraint, and if you don't, STOP, you'll be detained !" Now I've Just Watched YES .... " I Robot " ... And Am A Little Disturbed By Modern Plots ... !!! Now Actors Are Seen On Stage As Machines ... I Never Ever Would of ... DREAMED ... ?!? But That's The Way Things Are These Days ... Robots Now Taking Roles In Plays ... !!?!! It Worries Me That We May See ... A Whole NEW BREED On Our TV's ... ?!? X Factor Robots PLEASE ... Surely Not ... ? IN FACT That's Wrong THAT TV Show's Already On ... !!!! That's A JOKE I'm Sorry Folks Had To Get That In ... In Truth I'd Really ... " LOVE TO WIN " ... !!!!!!!! Did I Just Say THAT... ?!? I Need A SLAP ... !!!!!!! "Be careful what you say !" ... Okay OKAY ... !!! I NEED To Write NICE Poetry .... Before I Meet The ... " Censorship POLICE " ... !!! Those Who CLAIM I Should REFRAIN From Being A PAIN ... And Should Talk About LOVE And ... " SUNNY DAYS " ... !!!!!!! WHAT World Are THEY IN ... ?!? They're NOT In The One of My Black Skin ... !!! Problems I Face DON'T Lie Within ... !!! Can't I Talk About Sins of ... NEW Racists ... ? "Virgil son, you must resist ! You know your place, so, just accept it !" "What do you mean, I see I see ! Hidden away from ITV, and clearly yes the BBC ! Indeed, indeed, that's the place for me ! A place where I write poetry, and do not feed deluded dreams ?" They'll Have An End To Suit Their Means ... But Will It PROTECT ... " Freedom of Speech " ... ? Or Fill A Slot ... Just Because ... I Do Hope NOT ... Is Poetry DEAD Is Freedom LOCKED ... ? Is The Answer In ... My head of Knots ... ?!? I'll Do MY Thing ... Until I'm STOPPED ... NOT By Those Who Sit And Plot ... But Father Time And All Our Gods .... Who Feed Me Words To .... " Sit and Jot " .... I Hope That They ... With NO DELAY ... Decide That We Have Right of Way ... To Say The Things We WANT To Say ... !!!!! Those Who Choose To ... " ENTERTAIN " ... And Those Like Me of A DIFFERENT Strain ... !!!!!! Just Like Blood Runs Through My Veins ... So Do My Thoughts Inside My Brain ... To Relinquish THAT Would Drive Me Mad ... !!! Isn't That ESSENTIAL To Being ..... HUMAN ... ?!? Sharing Views With Woman and Man ... I'm Trying My BEST To ... " OVER-Stand " ... Why We'd Want To Change That Plan ... ?!? It's HARD These Days To ... " Live In Peace " ... !!! But It'll Be Much WORSE ... With NO EXPRESSION Or Use For Words ... !!! These Plans DISTURB And Seem ABSURD ... And May Just HURT This Place Called ... " Earth " ... ?!? We NEED To EXPRESS To EASE Our Stress ... And Communicate MORE NOT Do This Less ... !!! That's Just MY VIEW But What About YOU ... ??? But REMEMBER These Days ... ..... "Be Careful What You Say" ..... !!!!!

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I am from Home. I am from hot baths in the summer and winter alike. I am from a silver ring decked with a ruby. I am from laughing faces and weeping hearts. From Pilaf and Tabuleh. From the lonely, and the love. I am from music loud in my ears so I don't have to listen to anyone. I am from late-night arguments and early-morning apologies. I am from cousins and children Staying in my home despite Their heritage. I am from Untitled Documents. I am from Marisa and Ben. My namesake and her lover. I am from hand-washing dishes. From Mrs. Laird and Mrs. Tans. From Eagle Crest. I am from Volleyball. From late practices And broken limbs. I am from the world. From crushing decisions that don't matter. From school-induced insomnia. I am from the wind In my hair. Stars above my head. Children in my classroom. I am from England-so far away, and yet so near. I am from Doctor Who and Sherlock. My inspirations. I am from Sobahn. My friend I have never seen. I am from swinging into the lake from a tire swing and a zip-line. Dogs. Stray cats. Army games. I am from fake battles and singing hymns in the shade of the hot summer day. I am from Christian and Kira. From red paint on the pavement-lying to me, telling me it is blood. I am from my childhood. I wish I could go back there. I am from home.

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC

marisa-lu-makil

I Am From Home

I am from Home. I am from hot baths in the summer and winter alike. I am from a silver ring decked with a ruby. I am from laughing faces and weeping hearts. From Pilaf and Tabuleh. From the lonely, and the love. I am from music loud in my ears so I don't have to listen to anyone. I am from late-night arguments and early-morning apologies. I am from cousins and children Staying in my home despite Their heritage. I am from Untitled Documents. I am from Marisa and Ben. My namesake and her lover. I am from hand-washing dishes. From Mrs. Laird and Mrs. Tans. From Eagle Crest. I am from Volleyball. From late practices And broken limbs. I am from the world. From crushing decisions that don't matter. From school-induced insomnia. I am from the wind In my hair. Stars above my head. Children in my classroom. I am from England-so far away, and yet so near. I am from Doctor Who and Sherlock. My inspirations. I am from Sobahn. My friend I have never seen. I am from swinging into the lake from a tire swing and a zip-line. Dogs. Stray cats. Army games. I am from fake battles and singing hymns in the shade of the hot summer day. I am from Christian and Kira. From red paint on the pavement-lying to me, telling me it is blood. I am from my childhood. I wish I could go back there. I am from home.

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