We grew up in abject poverty. Acting, writing scripts and skits were a way of escaping our environment at a very young age.
quote by Viola Davis
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I didn't want to be seen as just a guy on a list. I'm interested in good scripts, scripts that are about something, scripts that move your acting along.
quote by Stephen Rea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Running on
Running on
But you, don't know what you're running from
Hiding on
But you, don't know what you're hiding from
It's amazing
You're acting so crazy
You're trying to persuade me
There's no escaping
Taking off in full drive
Afraid of the full ride
You're trying to persuade me
There's no escaping
Running on
But you, don't know what you're running from
Hiding on
But you, don't know what you're hiding from
On the move
Everyplace I try to talk to you
You don't know what to do
I really can't tell whats wrong with you
Every time you see my face
You act amazed
Stunned I'm still in this place
And haven't yet escaped
I don't know what what you're trying to do
I don't know if I should be running too
Away from who?
I need a clue
You won't give me answers
Just keep moving faster
From a huge disaster
That's trying to get after
you....and us others, too...
Running on
But you, don't know what you're running from
Hiding on
But you, don't know what you're hiding from
It's amazing
You're acting so crazy
You're trying to persuade me
There's no escaping
Taking off in full drive
Afraid of the full ride
You're trying to persuade me
There's no escaping
Running on
But you, don't know what you're running from
Hiding on
But you, don't know what you're hiding from
Keep running on
What are we running from?
When is our running done?
How long is this marathon?
Answers, why aren't telling me anything?
Pushing me
Saying 'There's no escaping'
So you keep..
Running on
But you, don't know what you're running from
Hiding on
But you, don't know what you're hiding from
It's amazing
You're acting so crazy
You're trying to persuade me
There's no escaping
Taking off in full drive
Afraid of the full ride
You're trying to persuade me
There's no escaping
Running on
But you, don't know what you're running from
Hiding on
But you, don't know what you're hiding from
poem by Sugar Bear
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A Child Looks For Fun
if predestination is the fact of life
then i am writing out somebody's poems
if predestination drives the world
then i am merely acting out scripts
written out to the whole creation
if predestination is presdestined
then i am a computer programe
the child looks for his fun round the clock
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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They Are Our Future!
when a child is born
in a slum area, whether
it be assisted apartments,
trailer parks, low income
housing, or homelessness...
and he grows up amid hunger,
poverty, need, gunfire, drugs,
and street crime...
and the world he becomes an
adult in offers him little
chance for employment, or
education...
what do we expect?
what we often get is an angry
young man just looking for a way
to survive!
our young people most often become
the opportunity we leave for them.
we are responsible for their future.
for they are our future!
there are those who make their way
out of these abject conditions, and
go on to make the world a better place.
these should be our heroes!
but every child should have food,
shelter, a loving environment, an
equal opportunity for education, and
hope for employment! every child
should have an equal opportunity
to live his/or her, dream!
again, these children, are our future!
we are responsible!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I spent as much time writing proposals in '98 and '99 as I did writing scripts.
quote by Mark Millar
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I came from abject poverty. There was nowhere to go but up.
quote by Kirk Douglas
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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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We grew up in a very creative environment and were exposed to the arts at a very young age, so it's not a surprise that all of us are in some form of the arts.
Poverty Grass
Wild horses we
Pricked at the wind,
Never to know, alas;
That all the lord of our fortunes bought
For us
Was poverty grass.
Poverty grass
The paupered seed
So sickly poor, alas;
The souls of the great untamed grow weak
Despair
On poverty grass.
And you, my friend,
Grew sick awhile,
And cried and cried, alas;
While I grew fat on a flowering weed
Called pride
And poverty grass.
And when you left
The field to me
I almost died, alas;
For I was left in a fallow field
Piled high
In poverty grass.
Wild horses we
Pricked at the wind,
Never to know, alas;
That all the lord of our fortunes bought
For us
Was poverty grass.
24 January 1980
poem by David Lewis Paget
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I grew up in a very modest house. We were poor-we lived on the poverty level. We all got jobs as young kids.
quote by Chely Wright
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On Crime and Punishment
the angry young man,
who grew up in poverty,
whose mother worked two minimum wage jobs,
just to give him food and shelter...
who lost her jobs
when the economy fell,
and became sick with no insurance...
the angry young man,
who robbed the convenience store,
and while trying to avoid capture,
killed a young police officer...
who left behind a young pregnant wife,
and a three year old little boy,
left without a daddy....
the angry young man,
in jail awaiting trial...
awaiting justice....
where do we begin?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Who Will...
who will make your socks, your shoes?
those left barefoot in poverty!
and who will make your beds?
those who sleep on dirt floors!
who will grow your food?
those whose children are hungry!
who will bring you your oil?
those whose blood stains the sands.
who will write your poetry?
those held in your tiny cells!
who will build your houses?
those who sleep in their cars!
who will build your roads?
those who wander with no direction!
who will you send to war?
those who grew up on the abject streets!
who will march for your freedom?
and whose head will they demand?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Acting is more fun than writing. Writing is harder, more like having a term paper.
quote by Owen Wilson
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I get a trickling few scripts that I'm lucky enough that some of them are great. I don't get loads of scripts.
quote by Meryl Streep
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I get a script and it's really interesting with scripts, because you never really know. It's paper and it could be great or awful. Even scripts that are good could end up not working.
quote by Amanda Bynes
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I always enjoyed writing. I did playlets in high school, I did radio shows in college. That's one of the reasons I went down to Second City, because you could do acting and writing.
quote by Dan Castellaneta
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Mangan
Arguably the greatest poet old Ireland has seen
'Twas he penned the poem known as 'Dark Rosaleen'
In eighteen forty nine in his mid forties in poverty he died
Though true genius of him never can be denied
The great James Clarence Mangan Ireland's National bard
His journey through life was to say the least hard
He lived as he died in abject poverty
Yet one could not name many poets as great as he
From consumption and poor diet and neglect he died very young
For him no State funeral and he was unsung
Despite his hard life it seems a remarkable feat
That so many great poems the great poet did bequeath
To Ireland and it's people though he died just past his prime
As one of the poor souls of the Dublin of his time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Shadow Inside My Shadow
poverty is not my cousin,
is not my lover,
is not my preacher,
poverty is not my brother.
poverty is not my prayer,
or the song that i sing
is not my answer
poverty is not my dream.
poverty is not my teacher,
not the hand that i hold.
poverty is not my anger,
not my spirit, not my soul.
ah! but this poverty is real
it races thru my mind
crashes into my heart,
& leaves me deaf and blind.
poverty is my companion.
the aching cold inside my hollow.
the blow behind my eyes,
poverty is the shadow
inside my shadow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I started writing movie scripts. They excited me a lot, but I didn't like them when they were finished because they were simple copies of the films I saw in childhood.
quote by Manuel Puig
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Escaping Reality
Everyone has their own way
of escaping the tortures of life
Some write, some daydream, some listen to the music of today
These tools bring pleasure in repelling
pain, hurt, and depression of the cycleyou call everyday life
My way of escaping reality
is the process of closing my eyes and falling asleep
in my cold frigid environment of rest
wrapped closely in covers dreaming away
Closing my eyes brings pleasure to
my bittersweet life and sweetens my dreams
Dreaming of my candy clouds in the sky
Dreaming of candy filled farms
Dreaming of rainbows and gold at the foot
brings hopefulness into my life and
helps me survive the hell people call life
realeasing feelings I have bottled up inside
Letting go of the attitude I contained that night
Escaping reality lets go of the built up tension
which has contaminated my mind and thoughts
and complicates my judgement
releasing the killer that has stolen my happiness
Stabbing and salting the wound of childhood deprivation
Escaping reality gives me the gift of forgiveness
and reincarnates a new me day-to-day
in hopes of continuing the new day
as I have completed the last
release the killer that makes your life fade away
escaping reality gives me a bloodless win
over life itself from time to time
and will continue to do so forever
find your way of escaping before it makes
you a numb bloodsucking killer of those who walk alone the earth today