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Disney's 'Weird' Period
Disney has been bringing animated and live action films to our screens for years and whilst I am a huge Disney fan I find that most of these films fall into the same cookie cutter category. Disney found a formula that worked and stuck to it, nobody can blame them for that when it makes them billions of dollars. However, when Mulan was released in 1998, we were suddenly given a new era of Disney film.
Grace LynchPublished 7 years ago in GeeksIn the Shadows
I hide in the shadows because of my fear I hide in the shadows because he is almost here He enters my shadows and she does not hear
Pearl AllenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLifeless
I don't talk, I won't talk, I can't...talk. Not to you. Not now, not ever. I am invisible forever. Or am I? I've discovered that these walls are not all stone.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDream Girl
The depth of pain I felt was worse than razors to the wrist... The love I thought to be so true gone like raindrops in the mist.
Natalie RileyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSkinny Does Not Define Me
Skinny; This has been a word that’s ruled my life from the moment my mother first put me on a scale. I can remember her vividly — clicking her tongue, and shaking her head at me. My mother would always make me regret eating one too many oreos, or eating oreos at all for that matter. The day she told me I’d become too big for her to recognize from a distance, that’s the day it all spun into a downward spiral. She didn’t realize all the damage she’d done to my fragile mind; opening the doors to a whole world of self-destruction. Soon enough, something was possessing me. She’d woken up my demons, and they were looking for anything to do. It wanted to consume me, define me. I succumbed to that voice, that told me I wasn’t good enough. Eventually, I didn’t realize that that voice had become my own. I used to fear the people that were unhinging, the one’s that could hold cigarettes to their shaking lips, and use knives to cut their hips. I became the spitting imagine of all that I feared. Birthday after birthday, I’d spend it with my head hunched over a toilet; my knuckles were bloodied. My obsession with perfection, to be what my mother wanted was slowly killing me. I tried anything to lose the weight in the least amount of time. I couldn’t shake the voice that told me all the awful things that made me clutch onto my disorder. I had lost the energy to fight back, so I let it stay. I let it curl up with me in bed and I let it isolate me to the point I could no longer handle social interaction. I couldn’t stand seeing my reflection in the mirror, the sight of my body and I’d be sobbing uncontrollably. The numb moments spent in the kitchen, where I'd stuff anything I could find in the pantry into my mouth, those were the ones I despised myself the most. I’d purged myself to a point of ulcers in my mouth, and even with the pain it caused I could not stop myself. And it was wicked, that I smiled from ear to ear the first time I successfully purged. I was terrified of that person, but I clutched onto her cause she knew what to do. She knew how to make me skinny, and although years have passed since those dark times. They still threaten to resurface — every single day.
Pink FloydPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLetter to My Coworkers
My skin is not a joke. My black identity is not a punchline. The rage I swallow down is not a commodity that you can sacrifice in the name of "humor"; unfunny words that come down as laughable for their lack of empathy and compassion. Yes, you are snow white but you are not the victim in the story of European colonialism. People like me have been the ones to bite into the poisoned apple and lose the very thing you want to pry from historically weakened hands. Culture.
Senso SensoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCome Then
Come then to me Lady of the night Creature of darkness Who hides from the light Come then Come Come then to me With perversion and lust
Tony WoolnoughPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPurple Rain
I was a mere 'kid' of 12 years when the late Prince debuted with his first ever motion picture entitled Purple Rain. Frankly, I wasn't sure what to make of it - or him. I vaguely remember the trailer, save to say that it was broadcast on one of those network TV 'music video' programs that ran in the afternoons because I was too broke to afford cable TV, which, of course, had MTV. How else was I supposed to be in the loop on any and all things, pop music?
Carlos GonzalezPublished 7 years ago in Beat