Welcome to The VCR Diaries "MIC"
A Poetic Documental based on The Decks and the Road Novel Series
Experience MIC! Mysteries in Common.
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Round 4 Cassandra vs. Chad-Ezra
"A Book I Read"
Cassandra's Diary- Think about metallic teal. If it’s not a color, now that you’ve met Cassandra it is. Her diary is heavy. The covers are made of slate and there are veins of metallic teal. The pages on the inside are soft and flexible. The book opens flat, and there’s a yellow ribbon hanging out from between the pages where she last wrote. It’s like finding a daisy in the dead of winter. You may question it, but you probably wouldn’t reject it.
A Book I Read
Che of The VCR Diaries 2 "No Estrogen" comes to the floor- "Lucky Well" brought the roar. I think everyone came to their feet. So much so that... no one saw me or the spotlight following me to the place where the "C" is waiting for me the keep the party going. I feel like a dot in a sea of words. Why I agreed to do this? To solidify my place in the Daytime Serial Drama. It was and is also an Act of Courage. It's a pattern it seems; Act 2 always warrants an Act of Courage.
Che's Diary- I'm no copy cat, but I wish I'd thought of just bringing my pages sooner. However, I holding the small note book with soft floppy covers opened to the middle which is where I started. Right now I'm holding it against my right leg; my thumb keeping it opened. I just need to get a grasp on this moment. I make a complete circle and then place my feet right back where I was told to put them. It's just about a 5x7 size notebook, and my documental begins with a drawing. There are several of them between the ten pages I occupied. They're meant to remind me of what I really meant to say. The print is small; written in navy blue ink and I can see the back side showing through the front.
A Book I Read
A book I read condemned me,
This condemnation came,
Years after it freed me.
When I picked it up,
I knew it would,
This book I read was already in me.
A book I read healed me,
The healing came moments after,
It wounded me.
When I picked it up,
It was already,
Drenched in blood.
A book I read gave me the courage to touch her.
The power came days after,
I'd black and blued her.
When I picked her up,
She was still lying in the shape of a "C".
The book I read she could not see,
The colors I painted,
She could not be.
A book I read freed me,
Not for the first time,
But countless of times.
On the subject of genes and their types,
I don't carry genes,
I am a gene.
On the subject of Queens and their prey,
I don't sit on a throne,
I am a throne.
On the subject of Ants and their strength,
I was an ant,
Now I'm the queen.
I don't study,
I'm studied.
I don't wait,
I hurry.
When I thought of myself as an offspring,
I always waited until spring.
Now I blossom, bloom, and bud,
In the dead of winter.
A book I read healed me,
And I've been dicing red tape ever since.
A book I read sparked a thought,
And I've been thinking ever since.
And ever since I've been thinking...
I'm not drowning.
Since I been thinking,
This yellow ribbon don't divide me.
I'm still a gene,
The gene I knew before him.
Che's Diary- I'm no copy cat, but I wish I'd thought of just bringing my pages sooner. However, I holding the small note book with soft floppy covers opened to the middle which is where I started. Right now I'm holding it against my right leg; my thumb keeping it opened. I just need to get a grasp on this moment. I make a complete circle and then place my feet right back where I was told to put them. It's just about a 5x7 size notebook, and my documental begins with a drawing. There are several of them between the ten pages I occupied. They're meant to remind me of what I really meant to say. The print is small; written in navy blue ink and I can see the back side showing through the front.
A Book I Read
A book I read condemned me,
This condemnation came,
Years after it freed me.
When I picked it up,
I knew it would,
This book I read was already in me.
A book I read healed me,
The healing came moments after,
It wounded me.
When I picked it up,
It was already,
Drenched in blood.
A book I read gave me the courage to touch her.
The power came days after,
I'd black and blued her.
When I picked her up,
She was still lying in the shape of a "C".
The book I read she could not see,
The colors I painted,
She could not be.
A book I read freed me,
Not for the first time,
But countless of times.
To Support DAR as a Daytime Serial Drama:
All Poems written by NaTisha Renee Williams
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VCR Diaries, Copyright 2018 by Natisha R. Williams, All Rights reserved.
VCR Diaries 2 "No Estrogen", Copyright 2019 by Natisha R. Williams, All Rights Reserved.
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