The VCR Diaries "MIC" Reece vs. Rick Simpleton, Round 7

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A Poetic Documental based on The Decks and the Road Novel Series

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Experience MIC! Mysteries in Common.

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Round 7- Reece vs. Rick Simpleton "The Trap"

from The VCR Diaries 1-Act 3, Part 1- The Lights have dropped. It’s not a total black out. Not yet anyway. You can hear the questions and the whispers. None of them however are stronger than the darkness. Reece is the last woman standing, and her platform is beginning to look like a trap. It remains erected, but it’s obvious she’s going to need to move around. It’s the look on her face that sends this message. It says she’s got a head full of thoughts. It’s not even on her chest. No, it’s right at the tip of her tongue.

Her Diary- Reece

It looks like a little black book. The pages are red with blue lines, and there aren’t much of them. I told you… it’s all in her head. The handwriting is large at times, and at other times small. It’s the difference between her whispers and her shouts. It’s also the difference between her secrets and her attire. It simply looks like a small book with a big roar, and if it doesn’t start talking, the crowd will go first.

The Trap

Tiny feet,

Small hands,

Loud screams,

Louder yells..

It’s hell.

Diapers sag for way too long,

Meals remain in their boxes,

While stomachs growl.

The noise is record breaking,

And sometimes if you wait long enough,

You can see the records breaking against the wall.

By the time I was sixteen,

My back was against the wall.

It was too hard,

And my vision was too soft,

One had to go..

Slow,

And steady my bag danced with me.

Years passed,

Tears got lost,

I never took the double take,

And for my own sake.

I packed up some of the voices though,

And it was long before I realized.

By the time they sounded off,

My socks were off.

Still meals were slow,

And eardrums were weak,

Week to week,

Lap to lap,

I got my back off the wall.

Now I don’t do walls,

Don’t sit on them,

Don’t paint them,

And certainly don’t fall off of them.

I stuff it all here,

In these pages,

Where red ink,

Meets red paper,

And blue lines,

Replaced chalk lines.

No I’m no cut out,

No cookie cut,

And no cookie cutter.

I’m ever flowing,

And upstream.

I’m ever stretching,

And under stream.

I got my roots laid out,

Somewhere between,

That old bag I still keep,

And that old bag that couldn’t keep me.

I stay afloat,

I vote,

I sometimes appear to gloat…

But I’m no green skirt,

And I’m no black jack.

I stay afloat,

I vote,

And every time I beat the trap,
I appear to gloat.

The VCR Diaries 2 "No Estrogen"- Rick takes the floor
I know about being part of a Franchise.. a brand; an ideal. Crowds aren't my thing. How many times have you heard that one. No really, they just aren't. But I'm here to support the franchise. I'm no star. I'm more like a keystone. Keystones are positioned like stars, but they fade into the pattern. What's the pattern? The author never tells. Publishing is positioning. It's packaging; design; story. The VCR Diaries is design. The Decks and the Road Novel Series; it's the real story, and I just got pulled out of the script. Therapy. This is not that. Not unless therapy starts with a raw wound, but in my experience, it almost always starts with a scab.

His Diary- Rick Simpleton
"I don't do diaries or journals. I don't sketch and I don't doodle. I got a paid court reporter to transcribe the whole thing. Let's just see what's on my chest."

"The Trap"

Speaking of scabs,
The trap is a scab,
Or the scab is a trap,
Whichever.

Soft couches,
Free coffee,
Clean air,
And a Brainiac like a cat.

The trap is a pull to righteousness,
Amidst hellishness.

The trap is two kinds of righteousness,
One blind,
And the other blinded.

Weak eyes,
A sign of staring into the light.

Strong eyes,
A sign of being born in the light.

The trap is,
One weak eye,
And one strong.

The weak eye gets all the attention,
And the strong..
Scares the young.

The trap is seeing double..
Two couches,
Two side tables,
And two coffee cup.

It's my tradition to see doubles.

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All Poems written by NaTisha Renee Williams

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