Needs To Be Said Poem

Needs To Be Said

Bradley Blizzard

It’s six o’clock in the morning

You said you were leaving

After telling me not to sleep

I found myself counting sheep

The phone rings

I did not budge

Not caring about a consequence

No worry in the world

Until the door opens

You’re standing over my bed

It’s five o’clock

Though it was worth it, please forgive me

For being a man

Poetry Out Loud

John LennonBy Mary Jo Salter

The music was already turning sad,

      those fresh-faced voices singing in a round

            the lie that time could set its needle back

and play from the beginning. Had you lived

      to eighty, as you’d wished, who knows?—you might   

            have broken from the circle of that past

more ours than yours. Never even sure   

      which was the truest color for your hair

            (it changed with each photographer), we claimed

you for ourselves; called you John and named   

      the day you left us (spun out like a reel—

            the last broadcast to prove you’d lived at all)

an end to hope itself. It isn’t true,

      and worse, does you no justice if we call

            your death the death of anything but you.

II

It put you in the headlines once again:

      years after you’d left the band, you joined   

            another—of those whose lives, in breaking, link

all memory with their end. The studio   

      of history can tamper with you now,

            as if there’d always been a single track

chance traveled on, and your discordant voice   

      had led us to the final violence.

            Yet like the times when I, a star-crossed fan,

had catalogued your favorite foods, your views   

      on monarchy and war, and gaily clipped

            your quips and daily antics from the news,

I keep a loving record of your death.   

      All the evidence is in—of what,

            and to what end, it’s hard to figure out,

riddles you might have beat into a song.   

      A younger face of yours, a cover shot,

            peered from all the newsstands as if proof

of some noteworthy thing you’d newly done.

The poem John Lennon, written by Mary Jo Salter, is based on the lead singer of The Beatles. This two-part poem is about both the personal life of the "hippy" and the way the world viewed him and his work. There is a thin line between professional lives and personal lives when it comes to celebrities living in the lime light.

Shakespeare Meets Soft Cell

                                                     TAINTED LOVE - SOFT CELL



                              Shakespeare                                                      Soft Cell

▪    Olivia. Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, After the last enchantment you did here, A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse 1350 Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you: Under your hard construction must I sit,To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, Which you knew none of yours: what might you think? Have you not set mine honour at the stake And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts 1355 That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your receiving Enough is shown: a cypress, not a bosom, Hideth my heart. So, let me hear you speak. ▪    Viola. I pity you. ▪    Olivia. That's a degree to love. ▪    Viola. No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, That very oft we pity enemies. ▪    Olivia. Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again. O, world, how apt the poor are to be proud! If one should be a prey, how much the better 1365 To fall before the lion than the wolf! [Clock strikes] The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you: And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, 1370 Your were is alike to reap a proper man: There lies your way, due west. ▪    Viola. Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship! You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me? 1375 ▪    Olivia. Stay: I prithee, tell me what thou thinkest of me. ▪    Viola. That you do think you are not what you are. ▪    Olivia. If I think so, I think the same of you. ▪    Viola. Then think you right: I am not what I am. 1380 ▪    Olivia. I would you were as I would have you be! ▪    Viola. Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might, for now I am your fool. ▪    Olivia. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! 1385 A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon. Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing, I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride, 1390 Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide. Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause, But rather reason thus with reason fetter, Love sought is good, but given unsought better. 1395 ▪    Viola. By innocence I swear, and by my youth I have one heart, one bosom and one truth, And that no woman has; nor never none Shall mistress be of it, save I alone. And so adieu, good madam: never more 1400 Will I my master's tears to you deplore. ▪    Olivia. Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. The award winning song Tainted Love by Soft Cell reminded me of the confusion between the two women and the trouble that the ones surrounding them were causing and dealing with. Marc Almond sang the song after dealing with relationship problems, like Olivia was dealing with.

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away I've got to get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light for I toss and turn - I can't sleep at night. Once I ran to you now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given - I give you all a boy could give you. Take my tears and that's not nearly all - oh tainted love - tainted love. Now I know I've got to run away I've got to get away. You don't really want it any more from me - To make things right you need someone to hold you tight And you'll think love is to pray but I'm sorry I don't pray that that way Once I ran to you now I'll run from you . . . Don't touch me please - I cannot stand the way you tease. I love you though you hurt me so Now I'm gonna pack my things and go. Tainted love - tainted love

MASHUP: 

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away,

I've got to get away

I pity you

The love we share seems to go nowhere

That's a degree to love.

Once I ran to you,

now I'll run from you

No, not a grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof, 
That very oft we pity enemies

This tainted love you've given -

I give you all a boy could give you.

Take my tears and that's not nearly all - oh

Then westward-ho! Grace and good disposition 
Attend your ladyship! 
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

To make things right you need someone to hold you tight

Then think you right: I am not what I am

Don't touch me please - I cannot stand the way you tease.

I love you though you hurt me so

 Would it be better, madam, than I am? 
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.

About myself...

Hello,
    My name is Bradley Blizzard. I am seventeen years old and currently reside in Palm Beach Gardens, FL. I was born in the great district of Washington D.C and raised there until I was thirteen years old. I have been attending the North Broward Prep School in Coconut Creek, FL since my eighth grade year in Middle School. Before moving to the sunshine state, I was very active in sports at my public school in Maryland. Running cross country, track, and wrestling, took up most of my time outside the classroom. Attending sporting events, such as Baltimore Ravens football games, Washington Wizards basketball games, and Washington National baseball games were my sources for entertainment on the weekends.
While making the dramatic change from a seasonal environment to the warm, sticky air in Florida, my personality also took a dramatic change. I started a photography class in the eighth grade as an unexperienced young teen who had very little interest in taking pictures. Later that year, I learned that taking entertaining pictures came easy for me. The more I took photos, the more interest I gained in the art.

Photography has been a huge part of my life since the first year I moved to Florida. I have won many awards, state recognitions, and magazine publications, which led me to begin my own photography business. BBlizzardPhoto specializes in portraiture and has expanded from a non-profit hobby of taking pictures, to a well-known photography business.

Out of the hundreds of thousands of pictures I have taken, this is one of my personal favorites. This photo reflects my childhood. In a way, this photo almost reflects my life so far and all the thoughts I don't share with my peers. The males in my family are very much into baseball and this picture takes me back to the chilly nights in Maryland walking back to our car after a long, tiring practice. This portrays my love of expressing my feelings through art while entertaining viewers.