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Username: fibi
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Age: 27
Country: United States
Last Login: Jan-12-2010
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Not just in your heart and mind but live on your screen, a visual narration of poetry is a creative new way to make poems more popular and spread their wisdom around. Maybe this is a new way to teach poetry and engage children since young age. It's also interactive because if you know how to animate you can make a different animation for the same poem. The hard part would be the reverse of course. Write a poem just by watching animation with no sound. There are no recipes on how to write a good poem or what inspires it but a good poem can be a great source of inspiration for a good animation. I like it, whoever thought this first, congratulations!
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dead poets animated |
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it has happened to me many times. if i am in the middle of writing an sms message to someone and i get a call and answer it, the text message isn't saved and i have to write it all over again... |
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Not just in your heart and mind but live on your screen, a visual narration of poetry is a creative new way to make poems more popular and spread their wisdom around... |
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What about instant detectors that tell you if there's writing on the margin of a public-use library book? So that the people who keep scribbling notes in the margins get fined when they return the book... |
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What prompted me to this question was thinking about authors whose books are fiction and auto-psychoanalytical... |
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It would be nice to have an online software/application that helps you write a paper by doing the research for you as you type... |
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So it's with some trepidation that I share this one thought that comes to mind when I look at a 3D tattoo... |
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If you can treat the same, each face you meet
No matter their colour nor creed they seek
If you can trust all can be sincere
And Ignore the media in your ear
If you can hope and not get tired of hoping
Or not be swayed when criticised
Or keep courage when back's turn to face you
And make belief louder than their sighs
If you can achieve and not be conceited
If you can help but not make glory why
If you can treat as you should be treated
And raise those who need it way up high
If you can watch your darkest day back
Played out on a massive screen
Keep your nerve when faced with attack
And keep a steel grip on your dream
If you can know that friends will hurt you
Yet not judge them harder than you do yourself
If you can see the hardest job through
And not blame mistakes on someone else
If you can force your hart to cry out
For those who don’t deserve your care
If you can whisper over their shout
And when without still learn to share
If you can keep your sense of own
Even when lost in a crowd
If you can check your voice's tone
Be gracious when your feeling proud
If you can look at all that I’ve wrote
Then tick on each and every line
If you can give my lost sole some hope
Show me light for i've been blind
Trick-e (c)
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What is consciousness or how do you define an emotion?
Can you draw it like it’s some thing you see?
I try to define But I am unable to confine the darting sentiments of my mind
Long enough to understand them or even agree
But you don’t understand the world that I see
So I stay poised and constantly ready
I soul-search and draw the blue print for the person I think I should be
Then I realized it has done a 360 on me
I’m further then ever from being world free
However
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requires my endeavour
I am consistent and always persistent like a newly bourn infant
trying to makes sense of the play on life shown
Should I be searching for a soul to become one with my own
Or has the mind that I find left me wandering alone
The world is to cold, and you, 2 hard 2 love
I haven re-set my loyalty to the forces above
The connection’s been made, The pen unleashed on my page
To disengage rage that traps me like a cage
Once complex variables of thought become organized,
in order to convey a message that will always be scrutinized,
I ask it again , Who the hell am I?
I know that the answer’s behind the wondrous dark sky
An undying proclamation of destiny,
my life spitten pure through poetry,
As long as there are injustices someone has to pay,
But it’s apathy that cause catastrophe,
Evil leads the way
There has to be more than this, Life broker some deal!
Don’t leave me here at this desk for I know what is real
Another pointless cog in a wobbling wheel
Making the fat catz richer in an energy steel
Ensuring those who are poor constantly pay more
Because the soulless grey suits want profits to sore
I hate myself more every time I pass through this door
Assisting an enemy when I should be at war
The Matrix is real and you’ve never been free
It’s not a computer, its reality
Society
Your involved in a war
T
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You don’t even see
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There's a window in our attic
It watches the leaky faucet of time drip the world gone by
The window can see everything, but in turn, feels nothing
It knows all the world has to offer but remains a spectator
Dust sleeps upon frozen memories waiting to be awakened within
Or is that they are covered forever?
But the window continues to look out at the world
While the world continues to overlook the window
Why is it that we always look out windows, but never in?
Happiness is blind but the window clearly sees with zero emotion
I guess then ignorance is bliss!?
Nice one window :)
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