raisa-Too humble too nice your soft

7 Aug

I don’t have time on the roads these days

Smacking aggressiveness through my

Lips.

Don’t have time these days eyeballing

People walkingaround.

Whilst I’m out trying to live a life

Some are tooo stuck into people’s business

Like hey why’s that girl skinny

The same aggressor spends hours in the mirror trying to get skinny.

Not realising that everyone wasn’t meant to look the same. Minds being controlled by the media…. Her being skinny is none of your business.

“waite do you even no that girl”

“why’s that girl fat”

Same aggressor spends hours in the toilet beingsick.  hours infront of her own family being called fat. Nights looking for how to change.

These Young women don’t even know how progression could be made if our minds weren’t adopted by the media ways.

The media is becoming a man.

It’s the head of the government.

The formula one.

The  woman beater

The headmaster.

It’s like a beast is secretly hidden..

We can see it hear it.. But we serve it astho it’s a religion.

(this start of my poem has more progression. I was free writing this whilst stopping a 10 months old pull my hair out)

To him anonymous-Raisa

5 Aug

To him anonymous 

I want you to see through
This dress
That I spent ages buying….
See beyond the innocent fingertips used to
Create this peice I’m wearing…
I’d rather you see me naked..
For the first time…
Forget the first date glitch.
The nervous twitch
The food falling off my fork staining the
Floor
I’ve done this a thousand times.
First dates where you must dress sexy
Heels worn
Dress sexy
Perfume on
Drowneding…..
Eyelashes stuck
Blinding..
Fake smiles….
Best underwear on!
Forget about past relationships they say
But I have scars right upto
My neck…
I just wanted to show you!

RAISA poetry

5 Aug

Carnival

We sat on the grass

Whilst it pricked my infant skin..

Picking grass with infant hands..

Watching the cracks in the dried out clay like soil…

With insects like ants…

Tumble around..

Like an army

One by one behind one another…

Carnival remember the sound of music that changed each year…..

And that time I was lost inside a crowded tent..

Where adults legs looked like tree trunks…. Growing from the dry cracked earth……

Lost at 4

But I still remember the jungle sounds

1993 wicked wicked

Jungle massive…

Blarring through my ears….

People doing something exciting jumping up and down all limbs floating…

What are they doing..

I can’t find mi mum..

Can’t see her…

It was my cousin he,lost meh….

The worst 5 minutes of mi life..

Haa imagine thats note compared to now.

Soon as I got older it was me dancing around all limbs a float..

Costumes that dug into ya forehead and the ones that dug into your waist..

Just for one year..

It’s tiring you know but when I take a step back the costumes the dancing iss sooo unique!

Gwarn I say dance and dance again

one

17 Jul

Last night was amazing
dawnings, don’t want to gaze into your empty haste,
how did we get here
I just remember being too close face to face,
reminiscent kisses wishes
lead too that once loved place,
maybe when I’m honest were just chasing our reflections
paying no homage
to the occupants just tenants,
to feel the need to feel to have a heart,
place some pins within it
in hope it might begin it
bleed
in this desolation were in it,
nostalgic
dystopia plagues me and I know the one thing that saves we
will be love.
Cast asunder in my calcined I as the ego,
alcoholic beverage seems to fly,
we can all be a nation languishing in why,
we can all be moments trapped by moments yet to try
its not original,
its a script,
ill script
El epitome disorder,
try to find your green, love yourself,
now that’s an order!

Lucy & Billie – Work Experience

13 Jul

Charlotte made us do this so we’re sorry for the tragedy that will be this blog post;)

IMG_1065 <– when you can’t write a blogpost.

To briefly introduce ourselves: We’re seventeen and just finished our first year of A Levels. We both take drama so performance and creativity is something we are both passionate about.

 

Billie :)

I’m a singer/songwriter who wants to pursue a career in music. When I finish my A Levels I want to travel, create memories and experiences that can influence my song writing. I enjoy being able to perform my own original songs, but would also like to write and work with other people on their music as song writing is a big passion of mine. As I write my own songs, the writing element of Mouthy really drew me towards it and here I am – yay! I love writing about my personal experiences, stories/characters I create and even people I see walking down the street, so hit me up on my various social media accounts below! You can listen to some of my original songs and covers. Also you can be updated on when/where I am gigging next!

www.youtube.com/c/BillieMusic

www.twitter.com/_BILLIEMUSIC

www.facebook.com/BillieMusicUK
Lucy :)

I would like to go on to drama school after my A Levels, so to me the theatrical and performance elements drew me to do work experience at Mouthy. I am also not sure whether I’d rather go into stage or screen acting, so seeing the inner workings of an arts organisation is really useful- especially during the lead up to an event such as ‘say sumthin 9’. I love listening to other peoples poems and going to poetry slams/events, but writing my own poems has never gone too well and is something I would like to improve. Spoken word was one of my main focus’ when I made a short film for my A Level media coursework this year- our brief was film noir and although I wasn’t overly happy with the poem itself due to having to cut parts of it to fit the editing of the clips, any feedback might help me with future writing.

(link to film: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uRskTBm3mg)

Nadia : AUDITORIUM SST9

9 Jul

Job Application

Prince Charming is described in the Urban Dictionary as

“the night in shining armour that will whisk me away one day”

it goes on to say in Italics

My Boo Boo

20 words which relate to Prince Charming are

love , perfect, sexy, amazing , beautiful , funny , hot , husband, Snow White

 

 

So whilst on the hunt for a “Prince Charming” I received this message

Hey You…and how are you this sleepy afternoon? So…after rigorously brief overview of your profile. I wanted to let you know I have already married you and sadly gone through a tragic breakup with you in my mind.

Thanks for all the wonderful memories …you will always have a special place in my heart (winking face) haha

your ex -hubby

James

p.s you can keep the country house as long as I can have the dog and my cds back.

I showed it to the girls and they sighed

“Oh my God babeeeee he seems really down to earth and does not take himself seriously reply reply”

Bing Bing

another message

Hey! Hope your well. You seem an interesting person but I’d really like to know do you prefer astronauts or cowboys

Neither I want an acrobat who performs on a tightrope or a slack rope an athlete who performs acts requiring skills and agility and coordination.

A sport an active diversion requiring physical exertion and competition.

That is what I want can you offer that to me?

Or how about I go into further detail ?

There are four different types of tightrope performers .

One

Tight wire which requires someone who can control their balance between two points

Two

High wire which requires someone performing at a great height using great strength and coordination.

Three

Skywalk which is a form of high wire which is done at a great height but outdoors

and Lastly

Slack wire  which it is type of wire or rope walking where the support is flexible or slack.

Can you offer me that ?

Do you have anyone with these requirements?

CV

Name: Prince Charming

Address: 64 Mansfield Road , Sherwood Nottingham NG5 ST9

Email: princecharming@royalpalace.co.uk

Education: Nottingham University in Tightrope and Carnival Performance , First Class Honours

Personal Statement:

I am a performer specialising in Tight wire, I am hard working, enthusiastic and eager to learn. I have work experience in walking on rope, experiencing being at a great height and being charming.

princecharming@royalpalace.co.uk

Dear Mr Prince Charming

Thank you for your CV for the position of Tightwire. I am emailing you to offer you an Interview for Friday the 10th July 4.00pm

Let me know if you can make this.

Snow White

Dear Snow White

Thank you for offering me an interview. Yes I can make this date and time.

I will look forward to meeting you.

Prince Charming

Prince Charming is described in the Urban Dictionary as

“the night in shining armour that will whisk me away one day”

and tight wire is stated in Wikipedia to be defined as

someone who can control their balance between two points. A person can either do this using props or your hands aka freehand. To enable a tight wire performer to keep their balance according to Wikipedia the performer needs to keep centre of the wire but above their support point.

Denie’s Dee’s SST9 Studio Show Final Draft (tech list sent via email)

9 Jul

When asked Of
Carnival Preachings
Words pack themselves into my suitcase mouth.
Folding into silence.
Iron pressed by amnesia.
Tumble-dried into confusion
Refusing to come out.

No one speaks of the 16 year old sweating
from love’s sin.
A congregation, drenched in doctrine
Lovers of adrenaline
telling her
that melanin,
was never meant to mix that way.
Girls, never meant to be way
and that love
Well love came dressed in the cloak of gender.
She had simply confused the two.
Ready to free her from Sodomy’s shackles.
They said, it was in her mind

I watch them.
Celebration discharged like infection in her ears
Praise, dancing on the roof.
Tambourine’s slashing
Heartbeats drumming
Guitar strings strumming
Something wrong with her’s humming
The floor, twerking the vibration of rhythmic feet
Voices claw the air’s diaphragm squeezing the chorus of
how he “keeps on doing great things”
is “able to do exceedingly abundantly above”
can “free her of her demons”
Flipping sinners to priesthood.
They said, that it was only in her mind.

She never meant to be that way.
Floating after girls lips as she did boys
Preferred hearts over the make of their toys.
She never asked to play chess with the devil.
to be presented as a pawn at Carnival Preachings as….
an example of what NOT to be.

She kneels there
greased to the floor
Stretching hands that hinge on fear’s arthritis.
Stretched towards a pulpit
Towards salvation
Her body, an island of difference
curled away from the church wall’s echoed gossip
that might as well have screamed
“you are NOT normal”.
She flinches from them
Believer’s eyes, skimming her body like spotlights
a carnival freak-show for the saved.

I watch her.
Self hate, moon-walking chestnut skin
She buildings a fortress under the kinky tangled knots of her head
wondering, if she had dosed herself in enough femininity to be acceptable.
After all
It had been said that dressing that way
had been the smoke alert for slithering demons of same sex love.
That was the day she swore to change her look for god.
Thinking, that her skirt would invite blessed desires
when she couldn’t think straight.

She dares not look up
Willing her skin to be emancipated
from whips of embarrassment thrashing her bones.
And now they wonder why she never learnt to love herself.

Intoxicated by the confusion’s turbulence.
She lays there,
spilling
Unable to contain herself
ready for the irrigation of her insecurities into compliance.

No one speaks of the debris of deliverance
Of the passion metamorphosing to ptsd screams every night.
After all, ‘god hates fags right’?.
She spurts into submission
Convinced that it’s okay to be the Sunday freak show
as long as she is saved.

In love with Carnival Preachings
People shovel the screams
of innocent children under their gums.

No one speaks of the no man’s land it has made of her
How she shares coffee with rejection every morning.
Twitching from lover’s hands
Telling herself, that if the church walls hid in silence
so should she.
I hardly blame her
For when it happened to me,
I too once chose not to speak

Sure of its exorcism rights,
Carnival Preachings lie in a bed of holiness
Veiled
too afraid of what they will find.
that maybe, just maybe
her love was never a transgression.
but then of course,
if they admitted that
these freak-shows would have no audience.
Few would be left
Saying….
Amen.

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