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Soapbox Arts 

Soapbox

My opinion is that people have grown lazy And no longer consider what should be considered in their poetry or life It must be my opinion I don’t think I could think so just about myself only One day I’ll do it perfectly And everyone will love me   Poem by: Samuel Helguero

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Hold Me Arts 

Hold Me

Oh, hold me in your arms I don’t wanna let you go But I need to   It’s still early in the morning Yet the sun has risen I’m holding onto the serene Expression on your face In this perfect setting Where all meant nothing I’m holding onto the memories I can’t erase   Tell me why’d you have to go? Tell me why I have been moving on? Where did everything go wrong? Why are you fading?   I’ve been thinking about you lately The feelings keep coming back…

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What’s left of my father Arts 

What’s left of my father

When I look at my father all I see is body. I see a pile of bones, some flesh and a dim flame that’s been burning for far too long. Where once was a mountain now rests an abandoned field covered in snow, but he sets himself on fire in order to keep himself warm. My father is always breathless, like an actor after a performance, he crawls back to his body and sews himself back into his old skin, hoping that it still fits. My father is no Van…

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An Argument Over Dinner Arts 

An Argument Over Dinner

Terror is in the moments where hope becomes knowledge despite any underlying understanding of the inevitable, and then it is in that instant when our very human lack of knowledge is understood. This is horror. It accounts for the countless less obvious terrors of our existence… The party that was gathered for the reading of the will was stuffed into a hot room. On fabric chairs they listened to a letter:   “I’m afraid I will have talked a lot and left so much unsaid. Things go unshared, even after…

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Observations Arts 

Observations

Look at the way she is looking at him there is love, trust and longing there Even though this is a public place buzzing with people and noisy waiters and waitresses They are sitting across each other in a dimly lit area near the window he says something and reaches for her hands Even though there are people around and the children are very fussy He laughs about something and reaches over to remove a speck of lint or paper out of her long strawberry colored locks even though the…

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It Shows Arts 

It Shows

You like your coffee black Insomniac at night Swallowing goodbyes It’s true, I haven’t seen you smile For countless days and nights Tell me you don’t feel right   Am I wrong?   Do you miss him When you touch me? Do you still feel Empty feelings? ‘Cause your frail heart Shut your brain off And sent signals From your eyes to mine   And yet, I still love you I’m wrecked, don’t forget me And I feel like I’m drowning It’s my fault for not letting you be I…

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