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Choose Love (Spoken Word Poetry)
Choose Love (Spoken Word Poetry) SilenceLet’s take a moment of silenceCause the noise we hear from violenceQuite frankly, is crippling and deafening. SirensLet’s talk about the sirensThat wage war against our very existence, our human rights, our own space like the titans,who invade this spacefor material gains and fame—selling and instigating
Of Liars And Thieves: Spoken Word Poetry
Of Liars And Thieves: Spoken Word Poetry Written and Performed by Viano Dee She spoke words so enchanting,He believed for a fact that they were true.But now you can hear his heart pantingAs he realized the lies she had spewed. He entered her life like a thief at nightAnd sliced
Life’s Biography of Normals and Ironies
Life’s Biography of Normals and Ironies. Roses can grow in forests; trees in gardens. People have faces that have been reshaped. they’ve been to places, they’ve passed through stages and have left their traces. Workers are paid wages, cents are meant to pay for the bills and the rents but
Perfectly Imperfect
Perfectly Imperfect. Tell me what your dreams were when you were younger: Fairytales and perfect endings, I suppose. Did it all come to play? Did you find your fairy godmother or does she exist only in Disney’s world? Did you find your Prince charming or is he lost in the
The Story With Many Holes: Spoken Word
The Story With Many Holes: Spoken Word. The rumour has it that someone said that she said that they said… so they took the rumour and ran along with it without asking who precisely said what. This was the birth of her story — the one she never told. The
The Exodus
The Exodus Download audio here: Listen. Listen to me— let me explain. You see, I have been traveling a long while; searching for a treasure that I could call mine. I have dug so hard, so deep, dug so close— only to discover other people’s gold mines. Look. Look at