If someone plays a brooding actor in a film, people think they're brooding all the time.
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Brooding
Brooding here in deepest thought.
Do people care for what I've wrought?
I come to share and they don't care,
afraid to explore the darker fare.
I speak only truth for what I feel.
What I've seen,
how I deal.
A brooding soul I may be.
What's so wrong,
I ask not for your pity.
I only come here to express,
how I see in joy and much distress.
No one reads,
no one cares.
Is my point of view so very rare?
I do not come to blacken your door.
I just come to release my fear.
I brood because you are so blind to my cheer.
It's not always sadness here.
What don't you see?
What don't you get?
Is all I say just useless death?
I hope at least I can touch.
The ones I love,
and those I've lost.
I hope to touch their hearts with what I say.
Continue on to find that day.
When maybe soon they'll understand,
my weakness grand that drives me here.
Will someone see?
Will they get it?
I lose more faith with every second.
So here I sit in brooding slumber.
All I can do is wander and wonder.
poem by Michael McParland
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Brooding
Me and my pride,
me and my hurts.
Who are you, which you are not,
a verbless statement of nirvana?
No pain
no asking, narcissism.
A stream of unbecoming.
Eyes wide open
jaws tightly shut,
sitting in a corner, brooding,
brooding.
Now what?
A stunning duplicity,
a surrogate god
was running an empire.
Precisely polygamous
on the name of a latter saint
annihilating the third image.
The future demands its past,
its mode of becoming endosperm
in a sleeping leaf.
poem by Satish Verma
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What some people interpret as brooding melancholy is serenity. I don't feel required to grasp all the time.
quote by David Guterson
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These Brooding Eyes of Mine
Not a word is there to describe the melancholy blues within which I hide
Nor is there a word to reveal the depths for which I care for you.
Only blue – Only blue exists within these brooding eyes of mine
As solitary confinement refines my perception of place in time.
Worry not that the Love you seek will pass you by,
Know Angels will sing your songs for you if you cry.
If only I could find the words to reveal the way I care for you
As slowly I drift throughout porcelain deserts shifting I’m sinking
Drinking in the sands of time and knowing these brooding eyes of mine
Will last no longer than the grape upon the vine.
poem by David Lacey
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Phantom Call
At the death of day
the phantoms come
from their river home,
like children that want to frolic and play
and they are ever hiding from the sun’s brooding beam,
while they rise like fog from where the river flow,
sometimes are mistaken for vapour or steam,
but have fevering eyes that continually glow
whispering on the winds breath:
“follow me” and again “follow me,
I have gifts to bequeath, ”
while ethereal they are in body
and come calling to claim the young and gay
in gestures that obscure the adult eye
trying to carry them away
under a brooding, dark black sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Morphed Illusions
what are we to do
about shadows in the mirror
pray tell before they rise -
filling in memories
of film noir and poetry
dark or brooding
states of alienation
blaring piano forte
of shadowy symphonics:
inimitable contrivances.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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An actor is an actor is an actor. The less personality an actor has off stage the better. A blank canvas on which to draw the characters he plays.
quote by Arthur Lowe
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Just A Song
Oh, to get ahead in this world
Takes a lot of kind words
The ruthless damning actions
And I hope, I never have to hurt you
Though I gladly will do
My friend
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the shutters down on me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song
Oh, you see the more you're trying
The more I know you're lying
The more I start to hate the sight of you
Tell me what would you do?
Pulled by both arms, nearly torn in two
I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the covers over me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the shutters down on me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
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People see my photos and think I labor over my image and I'm this cool, brooding artist. But I'm just having fun with it.
quote by Lenny Kravitz
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Personally speaking there's only so long you can go from film to film to film. There's an inspiration an actor gets from the stage.
I'm not saying that Sam J. Jones was Flash Gordon - there's no such thing. No actor can be the person, that's a bunch of crap. People pay to see an actor be himself, whether he plays Hamlet or whatever.
quote by Sam J. Jones
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No More Brooding Bruising Sad Times
No more brooding bruising sad times.
From the depths that soak tears up.
No more clinching on big shoulders.
When those curves on roads get rough.
Tough it around the rocks and boulders.
Squeeze those tears from soggy mops.
Drop that pity in the pot, babe.
Turn off all that sniffing stuff!
Hold your head up.
And keep that misery off the streets.
Hold your head up...
And cease that weeping.
Hold your head up.
And keep that misery off the streets.
Hold your head up...
And cease that weeping.
No more brooding bruising sad times.
Hold your head up.
Squeeze those tears from soggy mops.
Hold your head up.
Drop that pity in the pot, babe.
Hold your head up.
Turn off all that sniffing stuff!
And hold your head up.
No more brooding bruising sad times.
Hold your head up.
Snip that stuff you've got in the bud!
Hold your head up.
You've got to know you're good enough!
Keep that head held up!
No more brooding bruising sad times.
From the depths that soak tears up.
No more clinching on big shoulders.
When those curves on roads get rough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Waste Your Patience
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Nor do they appreciate their own lives they hate!
People like this blame others for their failures.
Seek to analyze who lead them into traps.
And jealous of advancements of others they are.
Especially those they use to laugh at behind their backs.
Those that now witness them shuffling along...
With long faces drawn and ambitions distant and gone.
What can be said,
About those who make their own decisions?
Those who get upset by them,
And begin to accuse others...
For their brooding self inflicting,
Choices in life they have chosen to choose.
Hating themselves and everyone around them too!
Nothing!
There is nothing anyone can possibly say or do,
For those who refuse to listen and comprehend...
Any advice that is given to them!
And empathy expressed they also ignore too!
The best decision one in this position can make...
Is to evaluate the situation,
And from this excuse creator...
Move!
Do not apologize when exiting swiftly,
To break quickly away.
Just keep on steppin'.
Move!
Do not waste your patience!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a hen is brooding, another hen cannot sit on her eggs.
I Can Boot A Droop
I can move from a mood that I've been brooding.
But I don't know why,
I can't give it up!
No...
I can move from a mood that I've been brooding.
And I will defy...
I'm in a rut and stuck up.
I can boot a droop.
And pooh pooh who I choose to leave.
I can fly from any coop.
And still enjoy my own company.
Hey...
I'm in no rut or stuck up,
Since I've got with me a rudder.
And...
I can boot a droop.
And choose to pooh pooh who I leave.
Hey...
I'm in no rut or stuck up,
Since I've got with me a rudder.
And...
I can boot a droop.
And choose to pooh pooh who I leave.
I said...I said...I said and able,
I can boot a droop...
And choose to pooh pooh who I leave.
I can move from a mood that I've been brooding.
But I don't know why,
I can't give it up!
But I can boot a droop and choose to pooh pooh,
Whom I please.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.
quote by David Guterson
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Progress
THEY’VE builded wooden timber tracks,
And a trolly with screaming brakes
Noses into the secret bush,
Into the birdless brooding bush,
And the tall old gums it takes.
And down in the sunny valley,
The snorting saw screams slow;
O bush that nursed my people,
O bush that cursed my people,
That flayed and made my people,
I weep to watch you go
poem by Frank Wilmot
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I would like to break out of this dark, brooding image, cause I'm actually not like that at all.
quote by Gabriel Byrne
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It's like the brooding hen sitting over a china egg.
quote by Navjot Singh Sidhu
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