[Love Of My Life]
by:
.o*O] Nadia & Lindy [O*o.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Legal Hypocrisy
It took me so long to find the right article that inspired me... I finally found one and I couldn't stop writing for hours! Enjoy.. AJ
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Lying to Me Out Loud
This is a poem written by a student in this class, a student who wishes to share his/her piece of work but remain anonymous.
Discretion advised (language).
Lying to Me Out Loud
Anonymous
Hey you, yes you, the one I really believe.
the one that spiked me up and thrown me down
made me beg on my knees
Made my heart skip a beat
and made me plead
make me say that I’m sorry
tell me what to do
made me think of your stupid political shit
look what you’ve put me through
hard ships and harsh slips that almost made me go and hang with the big man
the one up top, you know the one with the holy land
you think it’s funny like it’s a silly little game
using us as your pawns while you feel no shame
well rook to E 10 fucker, know the name of that rule?
It means check mate bitch, it’s over, we're through
the game is life, and I’m not taking this anymore
its time for me to get even on the score
your way of thinking is a mind game
but your leash has broken and you can’t keep me tame
your lies have slipped right out of play
you shouldn’t quit now it’s just getting fun
the hand of the saint has to decide your fate
written in some grammatical pun
he will change your mind and what you say
maybe turn your hair to straw and your skin to clay
then we can play dolly
it will be so much fun
to rip you in half
or mutate your face so you make all the children run
What you were to me, was a dictator
on a faulty scale
you never can really tell the truth
and when you do your mind changes the way you exhale
you were too good to be true
I thought there was hope for us yet
but I swallowed all that, guess what’s left
Regret.
Discretion advised (language).
Lying to Me Out Loud
Anonymous
Hey you, yes you, the one I really believe.
the one that spiked me up and thrown me down
made me beg on my knees
Made my heart skip a beat
and made me plead
make me say that I’m sorry
tell me what to do
made me think of your stupid political shit
look what you’ve put me through
hard ships and harsh slips that almost made me go and hang with the big man
the one up top, you know the one with the holy land
you think it’s funny like it’s a silly little game
using us as your pawns while you feel no shame
well rook to E 10 fucker, know the name of that rule?
It means check mate bitch, it’s over, we're through
the game is life, and I’m not taking this anymore
its time for me to get even on the score
your way of thinking is a mind game
but your leash has broken and you can’t keep me tame
your lies have slipped right out of play
you shouldn’t quit now it’s just getting fun
the hand of the saint has to decide your fate
written in some grammatical pun
he will change your mind and what you say
maybe turn your hair to straw and your skin to clay
then we can play dolly
it will be so much fun
to rip you in half
or mutate your face so you make all the children run
What you were to me, was a dictator
on a faulty scale
you never can really tell the truth
and when you do your mind changes the way you exhale
you were too good to be true
I thought there was hope for us yet
but I swallowed all that, guess what’s left
Regret.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Performance Poetry Assignment
Watch the videos below; they're all only a few minutes long.
Choose ONE video which speaks to you and write a personal response (~1 paragraph) in the comments. (Be sure to include your name so I can give you credit for this assignment.) Your comment must include:
Due Mon Apr 19.
Have fun! :)
Choose ONE video which speaks to you and write a personal response (~1 paragraph) in the comments. (Be sure to include your name so I can give you credit for this assignment.) Your comment must include:
- What you think of the poem, of the poet, of the performance as a whole.
- Your thoughts, connections, questions, commentary, reactions. What you liked and didn't like. What you noticed, what stood out to you.
- What you think is the message of the poem. What do you think the poet is trying to communicate?
- Lastly, take a step back and question it all: is this poetry? What makes it a poem? Think about "doodle" and "babble" and the signs of poetry that we discussed in class.
Due Mon Apr 19.
Have fun! :)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
"Love Of My Life" Project Idea(s)
http://en.allexperts.com/q/Poetry-678/Abortion-1.htm so many poems about abortion. They're just beautiful, really :D I was heading towards making one of these into a story book. But since Nadia and I are making a vid together, i thought it would inspire others to do so...
Mother keep me safe, Mother keep me warm
And with all your love, Mother help me form
I’m six weeks old today, and a birthday gift to me
Is a pair of bright blue eyes, so that one day I may see
I’ve already got my arm’s, I’ve got my pudgy nose
And at the end of my feet are funny things called toes.
I’m looking forward to life, stories of Celtic tales
Teddy bears and laughter, fun and squashing snails
Where are you going I wonder today?
On a bus far away!
Why are you lying down, being pushed on four wheel’s
This doesn’t normally happen how funny it feels
Banging through the doors, all the people in green
If they HURT you mother, Mother Scream!
Please don’t go to sleep mother, please don’t leave me alone
Mother I’m Scared, I want to go home
Mother what’s happening, I’m starting to CRY!
Run quick mother I don’t want to DIE
They are killing Mother, they’re pulling me apart
My arms, my legs, they are cutting my heart
Goodbye Mother, Mother goodbye
Thank you for trying, but I won’t see the sky
I won’t see the birds or the grass or the trees
I won’t sing sweet songs, or feel a cold Nordic breeze
I won’t hear the stories of our peoples glorious past
My Future is Gone, it ended so fast
I love you Mother dear, I really do,
I really hoped, Mother, you would have loved me too.
Here's one of the poems by an anonymous author:
Mother keep me safe, Mother keep me warm
And with all your love, Mother help me form
I’m six weeks old today, and a birthday gift to me
Is a pair of bright blue eyes, so that one day I may see
I’ve already got my arm’s, I’ve got my pudgy nose
And at the end of my feet are funny things called toes.
I’m looking forward to life, stories of Celtic tales
Teddy bears and laughter, fun and squashing snails
Where are you going I wonder today?
On a bus far away!
Why are you lying down, being pushed on four wheel’s
This doesn’t normally happen how funny it feels
Banging through the doors, all the people in green
If they HURT you mother, Mother Scream!
Please don’t go to sleep mother, please don’t leave me alone
Mother I’m Scared, I want to go home
Mother what’s happening, I’m starting to CRY!
Run quick mother I don’t want to DIE
They are killing Mother, they’re pulling me apart
My arms, my legs, they are cutting my heart
Goodbye Mother, Mother goodbye
Thank you for trying, but I won’t see the sky
I won’t see the birds or the grass or the trees
I won’t sing sweet songs, or feel a cold Nordic breeze
I won’t hear the stories of our peoples glorious past
My Future is Gone, it ended so fast
I love you Mother dear, I really do,
I really hoped, Mother, you would have loved me too.
(^_^)v Lindy
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