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Speak Up Slam Poetry Competition Results Campus 

Speak Up Slam Poetry Competition Results

Thursday, March 30th the night of the Vanier Speak Up competition. The night was filled with many memorable, heart warming, gut wrenching and innovative poems. Performed, rapped and delivered passionately by our contestants. A poetry slam or spoken word competition involves participants performing their original poems and then being judged on them to find three winners. They can be in teams of up to five people or alone. Music instruments are also accepted to enhance the performance. The performance is judged by the enthusiasm and delivery of its participants taking…

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Beheld Arts 

Beheld

If I tell you you’re beautiful, I most certainly mean it, Perhaps nothing to do with the physical, But something to do with your spirit,   I can’t promise you’ll understand, In this world not many people do, If you just give me a chance and take my hand, I’ll try to express the true beauty in you,   It lies not in the color of your eyes, But in the kindness that shines through them, Nor is it in your shape or size, But how confident you walk through…

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A Sea Of Feelings Arts 

A Sea Of Feelings

He brightens up my day Molds my heart like clay He has power over me, i love those blue eyes staring back at me.   We are platonic Though isn’t it ironic That I think he may feel something for me.   My heart goes pitter patter It may just shatter It is beating so hard. He beat down my wall of cards.   The gates are open It’s a flow of emotions Every time he looks at me.   So different is he As the other guys I see…

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First intercollegiate slam poetry competition Campus News 

First intercollegiate slam poetry competition

Slam, or spoken-word poetry, is a growing practice among young adults in North America, and is replacing the classic image of a poet with a more modern version. Spoken-word competitions consist of a series of writers, or modern poets, who read their work aloud, turn by turn: changing the face of poetry, as it is no longer directed towards readers, but to an audience. This allows the author of a poem to employ different techniques to give them a greater control over rhythm, speed, tone of voice, etc., and entices…

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Why Swim? Arts 

Why Swim?

¿Why swim? I follow the sweep of my fingertips with my imagination. The turnaround feels closest to my only spacewalk; my feet reach down for the bottom three yards away, what stretch; they feel well planted on the wall. Knees push. The breath boils out of this face. Velvet strokes as the glide attempts unity. Only here, can the true meaning of submarined be fathomed. Rolling the body large and slow off the wall, spacewalking, shooting streamline tight and fast. Soaring ten feet aloft the firmament. No human experience is…

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I Did Not Write This Arts 

I Did Not Write This

Look at this beautiful image. To kneel before another is a resignation of one’s will, perhaps it is that. I was scared when come nighttime because I didn’t want to resign as the sun and moon do for each other. I didn’t want to rise and fall as the sun does every cycle, so I drove on this empty road chasing the sun as it sat, roosted on the horizon. Bowing down to others when the day was done use to be the norm for me. But where am I…

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NarcissistInTheThirdVerse Arts 

NarcissistInTheThirdVerse

I’m not a musician, but I wish I was. Soundscapes weaving the heart Vibrations burning cyan   I’m half a mile away from bursting to flames, I can taste the heat from an inch of my fingers, Hit the ground.   I’m not a scientist, but I wish I was. Physics tying strings in the stars Building smoke and bubbling black   My heart is a hammer, Flying off to the rush, the edge of the firework Feel my blood in steam   I’m not a comedian, but I wish…

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A Heart Broken Arts 

A Heart Broken

Confusing emotions It’s like I was given a potion To feel this way.   One day I turn and there he is In my heart of hearts he stays No where to escape but he is at bay.   He’s hidden beneath everything No love is not a thing. It screams everyday.   There is no where to run. There is no where to hide. Love it creeps up on you it does.   What is there to do but deny Cause there’s no way I’m feeling this way Yes…

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Ingrain Arts 

Ingrain

This is just a flight plan That I don’t understand I’m but a wayward leaf Not knowing where I’ll land     In the mirror today I asked for a favour To find a way To not see failure     In the face of sheer doubt Why continue trying Why keep insisting My dreams are undying     In this life It’s causing such strife When these emotions won’t cease I want only peace     Traversing across This desolate land sighing I thought plants would grow To myself…

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Event Horizon Arts 

Event Horizon

I write this to you knowing not whether it will go through, as my last message and regret. I’m sorry for hurting you – although this is what I choose, even though you tried to keep me in check. My feelings changed as the seasons went by, from my birth in spring; like fall in my depression. I may have been strong in the summer, but now I feel all the more dumber. Winter is coming. My faith once under your guidance, absolute; but the questions that came in time…

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