My Poetry by SAVANNAH RUSSELL

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy nameWhen I, thy three-hours wife, hath mangled it?But wherefore, villian, didst thou kill my cousin?That villian cousin would have killed my husband!Back, foolish tears, back to your native springYour tributary drops belong to woe, which you, mistaking, offer up to joyMy husband lives, who Tybalt would have slainTybalt's dead, who would have slain my husbandAll this is comfort, wherefore weep I then?Some word there was, worse than Tybalt's deathI would forget it fain, but, oh, it presses in my memoryLike damned guilty deeds in sinners minds!"Tybalt is dead-and Romeo banished"Banished, that one word, banished, hath slain ten-thousand Tybalts!Romeo is banished--that is mother, father, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, all slain, all dead!There is no measure, no bound, no limit in that words deathNo words can that woe sound!- Juliet

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True Colors

russellsf — 2017-02-27 04:03:27 UTC

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realizeIt's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

Show me a smile then
Don't be unhappy
Can't remember when
I last saw you laughing

If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful

I'll see your true colors
Shining through
(True colors)
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful
Like a rainbow
Like a rainbow

Can't remember when
I last saw you laugh

If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
Just call me up
Because you know I'll be there

And I'll see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you

So don't be afraid
(Don't be afraid)
to let them show
Your true colors
True colors are beautiful
Like a rainbow
Like a rainbow

Justin Timberlake & Anna Kendrick
Written by: Billy Steinberg, Tom Kelly

Do not go gentle into that goodnight By: Dylan Thomas

russellsf — 2017-02-27 04:11:16 UTC

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

A Total Stranger One Black Day By: E.E.Cummings

russellsf — 2017-02-27 04:13:30 UTC

a total stranger one black day
knocked living the hell out of me–

who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was

-but now that fiend and i are such
immortal friends the other’s each

Still I Rise By: Maya Angelou

russellsf — 2017-02-27 04:15:10 UTC

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

TPCASTT

russellsf — 2017-02-27 04:56:37 UTC

SAQ

russellsf — 2017-02-27 05:37:43 UTC

Meme

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Audio Monolouge

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