Today's youth cannot miss something they have never known, but I fear that there are no current fictional characters whose impact and influence will last with such abiding affection into their 'sore and yellow' as this splendid man's creations have in mine!
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If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats.
quote by Richard Bach
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The Cinematic
It's a strange task to put something down in ink
The things worth saying
Are the things that can't be said- I think
The songs that mean something to sing
Are beyond words above language
The kind you can't directly engage
All this to say what I now say
Is worth saying, worth it to me
When I write a movie script
There's something about me
That becomes
Invested
Inserted
Infused
Into my characters, it's a feeling that is foreign
For I feel what they feel and not what I fell
And yet their person flows from who I am, closer than kin
Simultaneously their emotions are born of mine
As their emotions are born in me.
It's not quite as if I see what they see
And yet they are me, more than just a sign
Of something I feel, something I thought
They're a piece of myself that I brought
To fictional life with words that don't
Describe all that they are, nor all I am
Sometimes it feels like their identity hits me, unplanned
But then there's the sense it was always there
Was always here
Was always me-
Some characters scare me
Are they all pieces of myself?
Are they all mine? If they're mine are they me?
Do I have that darkness? Their darkness?
That light? Their light?
That hope? Their hope?
That despair? Their despair?
That love? Their love?
That hate? Their hate?
Is everyone so attached to their characters?
I feel their pain it makes me cry
I cry real tears in fake dreams
Fake stories with fake screams
If it's all so fake, then why?
So close, so near, and when they die...
Do I lose them? Do they live forever
Without ever living or do they die and
Pass away? Am I allowed to wonder such things, allowed to ponder?
One thing I know
Every characters I make I feel
And in each script there's always one, always one much like me
Am I self-focused or simply too attached?
Even as they breathe I breathe
As their story I weave
They weave mine
The beautiful irony wherein they write or influence my life
As I write theirs
So what do they feel about me?
How do we interact? Am I free?
They seem to have influence, seem to exist
Theirs is not a power I think to resist
So I'm left with question
That they're asking
That I'm asking
What are we to us?
poem by David Knox
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I don't think he's permanently affected me except in the sense that I miss him. I miss being him. Or trying to be him. He is one of a gallery of characters that have had an impact on my career and therefore my life.
quote by Derek Jacobi
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My characters are fictional. I get ideas from real people, sometimes, but my characters always exist only in my head.
quote by S.E. Hinton
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The Chronicles Of Life And Death
You come in cold,
You're coverd in blood
There all so happy you've arrived
The doctor cuts your cord,
Hands you to your mom
She sets you free into this world
And where do you go
With no destination,
No map to guide you
Wouldn't you know
That it doesn't matter;
We all end up the same
These are the chronicals of lifeand death and everything between
These are the stories of our lives,
As fictional as they may seem
You come in this world,
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of your life
And money talks,
In this world
Thats what idiots will say
But you'll find out
That this world
Is just an idiots parade
Before you go,
You've got some questions,
And you want answers
But now your old,
Cold, covered in blood,
Right back to where you started from
These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between
These are the stories of our lives,
As fictional as they may seem
You come in this world,
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of
today could be the worst day of
today could be the last day of your life
These are the chronicals of life and death and everything between
These are the stories of our lives,
As fictional as they may seem
You come in this world,
And you go out just the same
Today could be the best day of
Today could be the worst day of
Today could be the last day of your life
Its your life
Your life
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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You love all your characters, even the ridiculous ones. You have to on some level; they're your weird creations in some kind of way. I don't even know how you approach the process of conceiving the characters if in a sense you hated them. It's just absurd.
Today
There has been a day like today
But a fresh new day is today
It is a unique day today
It is wide open today
All the answers for our questions has today
Let us dream today
Let us laugh today
Let us share our love today
Let us express our greatness today
Let us trade many a yesterday for today
Let us perform our tasks today
Let us make it a magnificent today
Let us thank God for giving life today
Let us thank God for seeing His creations today
Let us love most about today
A golden day is today
For it is a fact today
It has arrived today!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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A Fictional Loss
How many times have i sat by your side?
How many times have i cursed my life?
How many miles have you crossed today?
How many miles since yesterday?
How many things have you wished for?
How many things have you adored?
How many people have you held dear?
How many people around here?
Holding on to a picture
Chasing endlessly after
Love without a frame
Love caving in
Confused and distort
Surprisingly bored
Not a single memory
Was captivating
The emptiness inside
Is holding me tight
A fictional loss!
A fictional loss!
Why do i feel such pain?
With no reason attained?
A fictional loss!
A fictional loss!
Took over my heart
And broke me apart
Into my voiceless lungs
You planted the melody
poem by Lubna Hazeem
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These Sentiments Within Them Sit
The increase of fear,
Has those whispering in each other's ears.
People have become afraid and wish to be saved!
But from what can be identified within themselves,
Keeps them running away not to face?
Since all that they have chosen to live,
Has been a product resulting from their own creations.
The toy guns.
The violent video games purchased,
With a waiting in line until there were none.
Racial hatred taught and identifying enemies made.
The sitting in theaters with patience awaiting...
Those movies to panic to scare everyone until they scream.
And people solicit their own nightmares to dream!
Resulting from their own creations...
These devastations within them sit.
Resulting from their own creations...
With sentiments meant to send.
Resulting from their own creations...
And expecting from them,
To heal and mend.
Resulting from their own creations...
These devastations within them sit.
Resulting from their own creations...
With sentiments meant to send.
Resulting from their own creations...
And expecting from them,
To heal and mend.
Resulting from their own creations.
Resulting from their own creations,
Yes...
These sentiments within them sit.
These sentiments within them sit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Foggy Dew
A splendid place is London, with golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true,
For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew.
The sun he shines all day here, so fierce and fine,
With never a wisp of mist at all to dim his shine;
The sun he shines all day here from skies of blue:
He hides his face in Ireland in the foggy dew.
The maids go out to milking in the pastures gray,
The sky is green and golden at dawn of the day;
And in the deep-drenched meadows the hay lies new,
And the corn is turning yellow in the foggy dew.
Mavrone ! if I might feel now the dew on my face,
And the wind from the mountains in that remembered place,
I'd give the wealth of London, if mine it were to do,
And I'd travel home to Ireland and the foggy dew.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Good Situation
That girl I'm gonna make her mine
If it takes all night
That girl I'm gonna make her mine
If it takes all night
Good evening sweet darling
May I ask your name
You seem to be lonely
Well don't worry I'm feeling the same
Oh it's a good situation
A splendid combination
That we should meet
At a time like this
Oh it's a good situation
A splendid combination
Your something that
I just can't miss
That girl I'm gonna make her mine
If it takes all night
That girl I'm gonna make her mine
If it takes all night
It's been a long time sweet darling
Since love has come my way
But I'm trying so hard
To find the right words to say
Oh it's a good situation
A splendid combination
That we should meet
At a time like this
Oh it's a good situation
A splendid combination
Your something that
I just can't miss
song performed by by Ub40
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Started a New Play
My Scorpio colleague jumps into the day
with ice-cold precision and complete lack
of existential angst, no other emotion than
irritation apparent, the beautiful easygoing
Libran saunters gracefully through wide
scope projects that scares the little alien
clinging to the rafters in my head to death
Today the little alien is into Freudian self-
destruction and sabotages everything I do,
Agony Aunt within me gave up in disgust,
my inner Alice has withdrawn and only a
shell is left – luckily my characters have
started a new play and the story unfolding
makes a wonderful day, thank you
Thank you to everyone who consented to
appear in my life to become archetypes
populating my fictional universe, it is so
wonderful when I meet you here, creating
the perfect ambiance for the unfolding of
a most wonderful dream without my
having to go anywhere!
[Seeing me so destitute my fictional characters
started a new play and the sweetness obliterates
the world and its problems so that Agony Aunt –
grim-faced and tight-lipped – is left carrying the
consciousness while inside such a magnificent
emotional unfolding is creating the most perfect
delicate tracery of sublime emotion ]
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The language fictional characters use is chosen for effect, at least if the author is concentrating.
quote by John M. Ford
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Chronicals Of Life And Death
[Verse 1:]
You come in cold,
Your covered in blood.
They're all so happy you've arrived.
The doctor cuts your cord.
Hands you to your mom.
She sets you free into this life.
And where do you go with no destination, no map to guide you.
Wouldn't you know that it doesn't matter, we all end up the same.
[Chorus:]
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of your life.
[Verse 2:]
And money talks in this world, thats what idiots will say.
but you'll find out that this world is just an idiots parade.
Before you go, you've got some questions.
And you want answers.
But now your old, cold, covered in blood, right back to where you started from.
[Chorus:]
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the worst day of your life.
[Chorus:]
But these are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of,
Today could be the worst day of,
Today could be the last day of your life.
It's your life, your life.
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Deepness In The Throat
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Look at yourself making so many miscalculations
In your proclamations
As am I
We speak, we learn
We follow through
Like an oppression upon the chest
Looky their its sitting on that shelf
Just reach for it.
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Bang bang the drugs take effect
Are you hallucinating yet.
Don't fret
You'll be soon enough
Think you got it rough
Come on now be tough
Stand up for yourself
Emotional distrust
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Investigate that of what will be
Please stand before me
Tell your stories
They are not so far reaching
Am I the soul you have been needing
Well here you go
Here I am
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Like the victim
Always like the victim
I say just listen
We all feel the same
If I can only take away a little bit of the pain
Trying to make myself sane
With a lonely complaint
I'm no saint
I'm no god
I just say what's comes from my heart
Like it or not
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
Memories of nightmares and dreams
From the clouds mine only can be found
If only for one dance
I'll tell you
I'll promise you
The world before the sunrise
Look into my deep brown eyes
Tell me they lie
Maybe your right
But not tonight.
Like a deepness in your throat
I'm here to make you choke.
A miss step to the abiding course
Scream of the divorce of those of fantasy and the real.
No concept is ever a far cry from the from the truth.
Of the abused
Mentally used
Confused
Bitter
Sour
Anger
Ha te
In everything we relate
So do not agitate
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet
Sequestered days
Olden days
Golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine
And truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life
Forsooth was mine
Sad am i
Glad am i
For today Im dreaming of
Of yesterdays
Then gay youth was mine
The truth was mine
Sad am i
Glad am i
For today Im dreaming of
Of yesterdays
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The Pacesetters
We are the future
The future of Today
We are the future of tomorrow
The solutions to our generation.
We Impact
We influence
We set the pace
We are the pacesetters.
poem by Bamisaye Adeniran
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These tears of mine
Tears of mine, lover of mine
Until when shall i mourn,
Your presence which is ever absent,
I miss the days we never spent,
The kiss you never gave,
The scent i never smelt,
And the tenderness of yours,
I miss you so,
These are tears of mine
I thought i touched you,
I thought i kissed you,
I thought i felt you,
It was just but a dream,
I miss you so,
These are the tears of mine
My nights are desolate,
My bed is empty,
My hands are damp,
My lips so dry,
Rescue me oh my love,
I miss you so,
These are tears of mine
I see myself,
I imagine,
I cogitate,
Then i cry
Yes come to me,
Yes set me free,
My cheeks are wet,
I miss you so,
These tears of mine
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Those Lips Poked Out
Today I declare mine.
No complaint will I find...
Or spend my time whining.
Today I declare mine.
And the rays of Sun,
Will shine on me.
And I will smile all day,
Happily.
And today I declare,
I am fine as can be.
Unaccepted is the frowning,
From those lips poked out people...
Who are not going to upset or bother me.
I declare war against those who are sore losers.
Those who have chosen to see themselves miserable...
Enjoying defeat and pity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miss Piggy regrets..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
That tastelessly named flu’s got her
(She forgot to wash her front trotter…) so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
It’s a swine of a stroke of bad luck:
Her eyelashes, she sneezed them unstuck… so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today…
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today, madam..
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today:
She’s all pink from her snout to her face;
Her mascara’s all over the place… so
Miss Piggy regrets she’s unable to lunch today..
Why not try the lamb today, madam…?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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