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I wrote a poem to submit to an online publication on the theme of favourite space/place n got rejected and it gave me some thoughts. I was kind of expecting this as I didn't think the poem even fit the brief enough/was probably not something they were looking fro, but submitted it anyway. I think I have this problem a lot of not fitting into boxes or briefs to submit stuff to which Im not mad about, but just thought it was interesting, especially when Ive been thinking a lot about the industries/independent/the media n technology aspect of industries. I remember after graduation jeremiah said smthn about difference between checking boxes n I said story of my life as a kind of joke but it kind of isnt now i am realising lmao. Also remembered doing Creative Writing at AS level and how the exam was set up was if you wrote something simple with the brief you were given you'd get a C/average kinda grade, but then if you wanted to get a better grade you had to write something more in...

more of a collection of words n line ideas that we're on 1 page but some of its p cool. some lines r a bit silly tho but hey HO. #1 Souls shatter pitter patter Tell me something I don’t know Take me somewhere I used to go A new addition to a renaissance painting the birth of another venus the hatred is liberating in being seen as what I am (saved by michelangelo?) the new insult is what I am it was insulting to be consulting in 2014 when I knew what was wrong I was saved by Michelangelo my energy reflected? connected? conjured? In expression explosion colour spills power Queer Culture Climate Culture Two Kings Reign Down wish we could just hang out im so fucking annoying shes itching to transcribe what’s inside If you’re wondering if you have it Then there’s your answer (Yes) If you’re already trying Then there’s your answer (Yes) If you feel it inside Then there’s your answer (Yes) Try til you die or die I don’...

This is the finished poem. Desiree might cut it down for her film, but this is the whole thing. Might adjust some small bits/edits, but this is the whole structure and solid thing. Captain Soul drives the ship Spinning the Wheel aimlessly He takes no notice but one day turns and says: ‘Look into the Silver Screen. Tell me, do they love you?’ Carried away by the Silver Stream The stars – they will direct you. To be Somebody; it’s a pain that they see me Oh – to be perceived Oh – how daring to be. If the ship keeps sailing How much can change For it to still be the same? Rebuilt and replaced with the same exact face. Staring into the mirror Its oh so blue Falling into the Silver Screen Do wolves howl truths? Falling into the Silver Screen A flower blooms. ‘To be reborn!’ Left you tired and sore Washed upon the soup-y bank where trees begin to speak. Alas! The Philosopher! “Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy...