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Be the Light, Poetry by Yusef Vance

Be the light in a world that is full of darkness
Be the light of God shining deep inside of your heart
Be the light of tenderness and inspiration
Be the steady courage and motivation
Be the cornerstone

Genre: Inspiration, People

Be the Light by Yusef Vance
Be the light in a world that is full of darkness
Be the light of God shining deep inside of your heart
Be the light of tenderness and inspiration
Be the steady courage and motivation
Be the cornerstone
Be an example of why we are all heirs to the throne
Be the example that with God in your life you are never alone
Use the presence of the Holy Spirit to guide you
Be the fire that burns infinitely
Be the Zoe in this dying world
You were all destined for greatness way before any doctor delivered you into this world
Be the light to let everyone know that their dreams are not diminished
Be the light because we were all created “perfect in His image”
Be the living proof that God’s work is far from being finished!
“Be the Light”

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Thought Nazi’s, Poetry by Benzuko

It pays well to be scared, it’s easy to make enemies when your thoughts are shared. Just one wrong word and everyone will see, the true price you pay for wanting to be free. Most of the haters are only in it for their careers, pretending to be hurt and lying about their fears.

Genres: Dark, Social Philosophy, controversy, Rhyme

Thought Nazi’s

It pays well to be scared, it’s easy to make enemies when your thoughts are shared. Just one wrong word and everyone will see, the true price you pay for wanting to be free. Most of the haters are only in it for their careers, pretending to be hurt and lying about their fears. When you stand against the mob you’re a hero without a cape, meanwhile the feminists conspire and accuse all men of rape. You are a harasser now locked up with no key, the feminists are in control and always will be. Our message must be clear to the heads of Twitter, the thought Nazi’s will not stop until all opinions are one sided and bitter.

By Benzuko

Twitter @Benzuko

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VAIN I AM, Poetry by A.D. Largie

Fooling myself, I deny my own instincts in matters of love and lust, who knows the difference even.

My vanity won’t allow me to love absent of lust, for it is lust that I love most.

Genre: People, Society

VAIN I AM by

A.D. Largie

Vain, I am shallow and selfish, against my own will.

Fooling myself, I deny my own instincts in matters of love and lust, who knows the difference even.

My vanity won’t allow me to love absent of lust, for it is lust that I love most.

Swimming in ecstasy my lover and I, we drain ourselves, panting and loathing beneath my private abode. Then…as time drags on I become weary as my lust fade…so does my love and my vanity won’t allow me to remain.

So, anew I seek. Spreading my net wide to capture another lover.

How can I be satisfied?

As distance grows between my former I think of she from time to time but my memories are filled with lust.

Sparked!

My vanity once again awakens my lustful intent…If only I can capture that moment again. I wonder.

But I dare not attempt. I have already scorned and torn her. Now she lays new ground finally thankful to receive some peace in my welcomed absence…

 

 

 

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Tangent, Poetry by Rebekah Mambiar

She walks across the lawn
just as he steps out of it.
She enters the classroom
just as he was leaving it.

Genre: Love, Melancholy

“Tangent” by Rebekah Mambiar

She walks across the lawn
just as he steps out of it.
She enters the classroom
just as he was leaving it.

He sees her stand up and leave
just as he reaches the table.
One moment, he says hi to her
but then she says bye soon after.

Then their eyes meet for a fraction-second,
they both smile for a brief moment.
And then she walks on, alone,
and so does he with his own crowd.

They are two realms apart,
two figures on different surfaces,
never meeting save for an instance—
a tangent amidst the vast stretch of planes.

 

 

 

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MESS, Poetry by Damilola K Fashola

I just want to run naked through your mind. Swim through your hair before sliding down your temple and finding a bench within your earlobe. Give me the nod and backwards I will fall into you. I will fall into you. Gooey Ozzy Messy you. Dirt first. Grit first. Torment first. In your vile mediterranean I will lay and get to know you.

Genre: Love, Relationship, Romance

MESS by Damilola K Fashola

I just want to run naked through your mind. Swim through your hair before sliding down your temple and finding a bench within your earlobe. Give me the nod and backwards I will fall into you. I will fall into you. Gooey Ozzy Messy you. Dirt first. Grit first. Torment first. In your vile mediterranean I will lay and get to know you. What they all ran away from I will make love to and we will fight our demons together… Lie to me. Lie with me. Lie in my arms. Let us become liars who lie together. Your a mess and I love it. I’m a mess to. Can we be friends? Can we be more than friends? Nah I’ll probably mess it up and we’d become a big mess like one of the pieces of my life lying on the floor you just walked over. I’m tryna tell you something. I’m tryna tell you something deeper than me. And already you’ve hurt my feelings and I’m here taking it more personal than I should. I’m becoming emotional. I’m being emotional. Sorry I get that way at times. Thats just the peak of my flaws and no its not because I have a vagina but I’m human just like you and though you’re taught not to be expressive about it… I no you feel. I know it hurts sometimes and you have no one to call on and sometimes you try to call out but your voice is lost under sniggers and suppressed thoughts of not being allowed to. Your allowed to. Around me you’re allowed to be you. Flaws and all. I promise not to use them against you. Though I’m blunter than your average. So I might… without knowing so and for that, I ask you to forgive me now. If we’re ever gonna work that is. Do you want us to work. Maybe we shouldn’t.. Your a mess, I’m a mess. two messes…

Can we make love happen?

Interview with Costume Designer Linda Muir (The Witch, Bitten)

matthewtoffolo's avatarMatthew Toffolo's Summary

A costume designer is a person who designs costumes for a film. The role of the costume designer is to create the characters and balance the scenes with texture and colour, etc.

What a terrific honour it was sit down with the talented costume designer Linda Muir, who is based in Toronto, Canada. She has worked in the industry for the last 30 years, on many successful films and TV shows, which she talks about in the interview. A must read for anyone working or wanting to work in the industry today: 

Matthew Toffolo: The horror film “The Witch”, will be hitting theaters this weekend, and it’s getting great reviews! How was your experience working on the film? 

The Witch was the most rewarding costume design experience I’ve had to date because the writer/director, Robert Eggers, is an extraordinary collaborator and because the film plays out at extremely close quarters so…

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Read the best of NEW Poetry Writings from around the world

Read the best of Poetry Today. Make sure to submit your free poetry to the site to get it showcased on our network:

A BRIEF ENCOUNTER, by H. Alahamad

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/12/a-brief-encounter-poetry-by-h-alahmad/

FROM THE WATER, by Allison J. Call

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/12/from-the-water-poetry-by-allison-j-call/

MENDING MOTHER, by Leslie Caplan

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/15/mending-mother-poetry-by-leslie-caplan/

HUSTLIN FO LOVE, by Jai Fromdaway

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/15/hustlin-fo-love-by-jai-fromdaway/

NO QUESTION, by Saintswest

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/17/no-question-poetry-by-saintswest/

SHE’S A MAN, by Bryan Chan

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/17/shes-a-man-poetry-by-bryan-chan/

OCEAN’S BOTTOM, by Antonia Giordano

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/19/oceans-bottom-poetry-by-antonia-giordano/

MICHAEL MYERS AND THE CORPS OF FIVE DISNEY PRINCESS, by Drew Price

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/19/%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8Bmichael-myers-%E2%80%8B%E2%80%8Band-the-corps-of-five-disney-princess-poetry-by-drew-price/

PLANTING SEEDS, by Abu B. Rafique

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/19/planting-seeds-poetry-by-abu-b-rafique/

POETRY, by Fernanda Wilt

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/19/poetry-by-fernanda-wilt/

POETRY, by Anne Willow

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/19/poetry-by-anne-willow/

LIPS OF HONEY, by Efrain Nieves Jr. 

https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/02/20/lips-of-honey-poetry-by-efrain-nieves-jr/

Lips of Honey, Poetry by Efrain Nieves Jr.

I smell the taste of honey,

precluding argumentation of abstract feelings

yet I still find the words

the soul holds no boundaries to what it can hide

Genre: Love

Lips of Honey by Efrain Nieves Jr.

 

I smell the taste of honey,

precluding argumentation of abstract feelings

yet I still find the words

the soul holds no boundaries to what it can hide

and eventually reveal.

Hope is all we have.

conceptualizing the strength of an embrace

a timeless longing

extracting the universe we created

from our perception.

Like a dying moment

Slipping from the essence of consciousness

A dull sky, grey and lifeless

as the setting of bittercold fills my heart.

In dire need of your touch,

frantically gasping,

as with every breath

failing to remember your scent

A silent numbness overwhelms.

extracting the universe we created

from our perception

Like a fire engulfing a memory

burying the laughs and cries

beneath the rage of flames

immortally wounding,

all that I crave to feel.

I smell the taste of your honey

on my lips,

your kiss.

 

 

 

 

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Poetry by Anne Willow

Body you’ve betrayed me

I feel no different.

Think no differently except to mind your weakness.

I want to explore,

Genre:  Life, Time, and Hope

Poetry by Anne Willow

Body you’ve betrayed me

I feel no different.

Think no differently except to mind your weakness.

I want to explore,

Start anew.

I am more than my loss.

Trying to stand is pain

And pain sleeps in the next room.

For what else could love be?

Hope grasps at me,

It’s sun filtering into my cave.

I cry out to the searching Light,

Give me youth, a new start, life in these old eyes.

 

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Poetry by Fernanda Wilt

There it is, lurking, the past

Comes smooth, quietly

And dump over them, as a wave

The damned nostalgia

Streets that run in parallel

But never find exit

Genre: love, life, romance, sad, nostalgia, and hope

Poetry by Fernanda Wilt

There it is, lurking, the past

Comes smooth, quietly

And dump over them, as a wave

The damned nostalgia

Streets that run in parallel

But never find exit

In the present what are they waiting for?

The world to go around

And to overturn your ways

So your patches will meet again

Spin world, the pivot, as it says a song

Spin, faster, hurry up

Pass the time, torment

And put them again in the right patch

In the past, wasted, nothing was build

And in the future, dreamed, is where they look for haven

There it is, gloomy, the past

Remembering the delayed present

Delaying the wanted future

 

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