Other Peoples Poems

Things I know to be True

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There are specific moments in your life that you wish you had someone to share them with and there are several friends, whom on this night, I wish I could have shared this experience. But like with every situation in life some scenarios are to be experienced alone and those memories are the ones that will stay with you forever. 

I watched ‘Things I Know to be True’ by Andrew Bovell at the Lyric Theatre in Hammersmith last Friday, produced by Frantic Assembly. What a great piece of writing! For the first time in a long time I  was moved (well utterly flabbergasted), I was transformed by a shift of emotions and inspired by some brilliantly observed writing about familial life. The play was about an ageing couple, the husband retired, the wife still working as a Nurse with four grown up children. The play opens with the youngest daughter…

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Upstart

Introducing Mia.

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‘Upstart’ is the name of my short film, it’s about a female boxer who lives in the shadow of her brother’s success as a former boxer. Mia is seeking to find who she is and where she fits in the world.

Who am I? Well, I am Maria Thomas. I’m an Actress, Producer, Writer and a lot more like most people. I have so much passion about life, learning new things, discovering new places, listening to new people even the ones that annoy you. You can find my Producer page on Facebook, under Maria Thomas and I will shortly begin a page on ‘Upstart’.

‘Upstart’ is written, co-produced, co-directed and starring me. If you going to do a first project, you may as well do it all.

How did this idea come about? I did a play about a girl called ‘Cutter’, which is also the title of the piece by…

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Beware My Unicorn – Elias, age 9 and 3/4

It’s a good feeling to know that you’ve inspired something, especially something awesome, like this poem by 9 and 3/4 year old Elias, after hearing Don’t You Dare Call My Unicorn a Pet.

Beware my unicorn. Hes tough n rough And he likes to ruffle stuff. Rainbow spit Gripping feet As you probably know… he has a horn made of gold. After eating jam tarts he tends to laugh Cos this is my unicorn for all to dread… so my unicorns NOT a pet.

Below illustration by James The Desert

Inception poem, by Kiks Cu #IfIWasAMovieCharacter

I issued a challenge to create a piece of art from the perspective of a film character. Below is a poem by Kiks Cu in response to that challenge.

Denial is the biggest shame in my own arsenal,
The underdome over my personal dome can evaporate my mouth overdose in foam.
Pleasure and price a connecting link,
You can ink yourself to remininse, blueprint to press a future of success in one rinse.
Blink before you commit.
Spilt second actions can lead,
To a Bed missing one of its leg.
What goes up must fall straight down in hell crying to beg.
bleed like a freefall in a parachute falling with only a connecting peg.
Higher closure,
Greater enclosure,
Sicken disclosure.
Controlled me like a white maid,
Caring only about getting paid,
Raid my house,
Parade like rats but whos the mouse,
So chase when you can,
Or even better spit out what you cant pronounce.

Take the journey,
Step in but step out,
How determined are you to deter, use what you’ve been taught,
Or still living in a hole pitched from blur ,
The job we do is to practice the drill,
Pain aint no trill,
Honesty and training is the medal of honor in skill.
imperfect the perfection when my signal bar couldnt find its reception.
Strength,
Loose,
but do not lose the disk of life that isnt a decline,
straight line that is flowing the incline.
Digging deeper isnt a pot of gold,
So wake up and find a true mine.
Look foward and break apart,
Aint faken,
Eyes foward,
What doesnt kill you,
Only makes happiness even longer,
Tattoo start from one and become twos.
Its never like how it use to.

Hate of the pain,
the strain on the brain,
a migrane from fire lit the inside with methane and inhumane.
Lonely correct.
An african kid, having no place to run,
Getting pinned from a stun gun.
Taser to the chest.
Sitting in a hostel,
Where it felt hostile,
Memories back then,
Memories cant change history,
Rewrite scripture which is no mystery.
Stab in the back,
Hacky sack,
Lose when it hits the floor,
Straight to my core.
More and more you try to endore the endorsement.
But compensation is a guilty enforcement.
It is what it is,
Theres to many why,
why is? what for,
to make the why is simply you n yourself cant rely.