https://soundcloud.com/kieranmckenna-2/quiet-space-in-between

Something to listen to and really think back on. Everyone has a purpose, everyone is perfect in their own way. And when things get rough, know that you have the strength to ride out the storm.
(Composed and performed by Igor Oro)

"Far From Worthless" ..A Spoken Word Story

Depression By- Rage Almighty (Spoken Word)

Margaret Atwood began writing poetry in high school, and the most thrilling moment of her writing career was the publication of her first poem: ‘I mean, all the other things that have happened since then were a thrill, but that was the biggest.’ She has gone on to publish 19 collections of poetry, as well as 14 novels – including 'The Handmaid’s Tale', 'The Blind Assassin' and 'MaddAddam', published last summer. Organised and methodical in writing fiction, she writes poetry ‘in a state of free float’, very often in hotel rooms or on planes. Her poems tend to begin with a cluster of words, around which they form – she has compared the process to ‘dipping a thread into a supersaturated solution to induce crystal formation’ – and sometimes they result in novels. In a conversation with Peter Kemp, Chief Fiction Reviewer of the Sunday Times, Atwood talks about how she believes that poetry and fiction use different parts of the brain, explains how poems can open doors into rooms which novels then enter and explore, and reads from her work.

We are grateful to the Canadian High Commission in the UK for hosting this event at Canada House. We are grateful to the TLS for supporting this event.

Margaret Atwood reads her poetry

For anyone that's ever lost someone they've loved, in any sort of way. This poem is meant to be ambiguous; it will have different meanings for different people. 
- Inspired by, and featuring music from, the 1999 motion picture "American Beauty", directed by Sam Mendes. Written and performed by Igor Oro

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"Beauty" - A Spoken Word Poem

For The Suicidal...

Sabrina Benaim performing "Explaining My Depression To My Mother" over a piano and violin piece titled "Cold" by Jorge Méndez.

Sabrina: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqu4ezLQEUA

Jorge: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUZeSYsU0Uk

Explaining My Depression To My Mother- Sabrina Benaim

A sort of sequel to "Maybe". Dedicated to someone whom I loved once, years ago; If you should ever come across this, well...even though life pushed us apart, this poem will always be for you. All the best.  

Music is by the great Thomas Newman, from the Official Soundtrack of "Pay It Forward" (2000). Enjoy and share!
- Written and performed by Igor Oro. 

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"Matters of the Heart" - A Spoken Word Poem

Background, context, and poem text: http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/05/28/keeping-quiet-sylvia-boorstein-reads-pablo-neruda

Excerpted from https://soundcloud.com/onbeing/what-we-nurture-with-sylvia

MORE / POEM TEXT

Sylvia Boorstein reads "Keeping Quiet" by Pablo Neruda

This is a new concept I'm trying out; A poem within a poem. I think it offers an interesting dynamic. Hope you like it. 
Instrumental: "We're All Leaving" -Arcade Fire (From the "Her" Soundtrack)
Lyrics: 
In my dreams i lose the concept of time, its something that i don't really mind because its gonna take me a while to find out everything about you that i can, from the gentle touch of your hands to your toes in the sand of this beach devoid of reality, these brief moments that you've given me have brought me to the brink of insanity, but i simply don't care; your hair swaying with the wind, our beating hearts making up the only sound in between whispers that carry secrets too heavy to be heard aloud. 

You see, in my dreams every touch is gentle and warm, every kiss is filled with bliss, and every word that you say plays back in my head like the most beautiful song; and i struggle to hold on to the memories of the days where we laughed and played under the soft white bed sheets, the sweet smell of your perfume as you entered the room, those times where we would lay beside each other and smile as we stared at the moon, wondering if it was looking back at us and smiling too. 
In my dreams, forever never seems quite long enough. 
So if this is all the time we have, just don't wake me up. 
But in case you truly cant stay, ill leave you with a final poem:

"find me beneath the porcelain stars, amongst fragments of memories that define who we are,
touch me like a snowflake grazes a cheek, feel me like warm sand sinking under your feet,
And like lights that adorn the edges of streets, we touch the hearts of others as they pass through;
People will come in to our lives and eventually they'll leave, but what always remains...is how they changed you."
- Written and performed by Igor Oro

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"In My Dreams" - A Spoken Word Poem

"There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice" - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Written and performed by Igor Oro.
Sample: "Heal" by Tom Odell

LYRICS
If my pen is a brush, then this page is my canvas. Every stroke is a memory soaked in sadness, every colour is an emotion that leaks from the soul, every painting a dream amidst the white background, like a photograph frozen in snow. 

They say the strongest shade of red comes from a bleeding heart; out of the pain of a love that's been torn apart. 

For me, that was you. I mean at some point i guess everyone plays the fool. No need to cover it up, I've shed my fair share of tears too. Manipulated and used, you played my heart out like a piano, until it finally bent out of tune. 

Now the sounds of my memories are lacking in clarity, lost in the deep end of this pool of disparity, sometimes i feel so close to you until i realize that you're actually way ahead of me. 

On this one way street i see you fade into the future, while i'm barely able to move; all i do anymore is listen to old record tapes that remind me of you, warm music that was once meant to sooth, now just feels like more salt on these wounds. 

Failed promises creep into my dreams at night. Constant reminders of all the things i didn't do to make this right, remnants of your scent and what you looked like flood my past and for a brief moment i get a chance to bask in our memories but they never last, i always wake up too fast. 
The inevitability of each morning, opening my eyes to the reality of not having you by my side, and as hard as I try to avoid it, I keep playing back that night when you told me your love wasn't true. That pain hit me like an arrow, pierced my heart and went straight through; now it just hurts with every thought of you. 


I did my best to make it seem like I didn't care, but it was an obvious bluff. When it comes to love, there is no such thing as too much -there is only not enough. And in the journey between this world and the world above, I wonder if the hearts final regret..is the fear that it may never have truly loved. 

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"Memories" - A Spoken Word Poem

When it comes to life, it's all about perspective. 

Written and performed by Igor Oro
Music Sample credit: "Do What You Are Doing", by Dexter Britain

LYRICS
One day I asked a blind man if he knew what colors were. He said, "Well, I've never seen them, but in my mind the colour yellow...feels like the warm rays of sunshine. The color green, I imagine, is what covers the soft carpet of grass in an empty meadow; the colour red must be the screech of sirens and horns, and I could have sworn that I felt the calm of blue in the waters of the Atlantic"

"You see, my friend", he added, "I may not have the gift of sight, but I am thankful to be spared the blackness that engulfs the world at night. Although I cannot distinguish dark from light, I can still tell wrong from right; I can hear hidden tones in music that most people cannot, I can dream of beauty from just the scent of a rose, I can feel the crisp droplets of rain on my skin, and unlike others, I can actually see the wind."

"Never feel bad for a blind man," he said finally; "for you see the world for what it is..while I see it for what it could be." 

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"Thoughts of a Blind Man" - Inspirational Spoken Word Poetry

Fake Smile || Spoken Word

Multifandom audio. Don't own rights to song or original clip audio.

You're all i have;

I Know People Need Me - Sad Free Audio

One thing you need to understand right off the bat: I am not a "naturally" talented writer. The beauty that you may find in these poems sometimes comes from places inside me that I hope you never have to find within yourselves. But if you do -or if you have-, perhaps you'll come across some consolation here. The poetry you find here -regardless of topic- is what has helped me to recover and get back on track with my life, and it has invariably shaped the man I am today...I hope it can help you as well. 

For those who may not know, I started the Ryehighproductions channel to share some of my work with only a few select friends and family who had requested that I post some of my poems online. Slowly, and without much intervention on my part, the channel grew quickly and attracted many people from all walks of life. 

Thank you all for taking some time to listen to my thoughts and stories; if you enjoy the content, please feel free to comment, like, and share! 


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