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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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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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How he loves her Arts 

How he loves her

He looks at her like she is the finest painting in all the Louvre, like Mona Lisa and the Birth of Venus combined. When he says hello, what he means to say is: I wonder how long it took for God to carve out your cheekbones. She blinks, he hears a melody coming from her eyelashes, it sounds like a choir in the heart of a church. Her name is his new favorite word, how it sits comfortably in the back of his throat and rolls right off his tongue….

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The Stranger Arts 

The Stranger

He came in my life at my darkest hour   When the man who promised to stand by me who made feeble promises to hold me in the dark and protect me from the dangers of the world left, without a word or clue I do not know why to this day It was very windy that day and I did not have much on I was wearing his favorite dress dusty rose and pair of white slippers but he never showed My dress gathered dirt my make up smudged…

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To the man that raised me Arts 

To the man that raised me

My father walks through fire barefoot, carries his family across the ocean, fights off the sea and still has time to read me bedtime stories. He tells me to breathe, inhale and exhale, life will follow your lead. My father gave up his voice a long time ago in exchange for mine. He knew about the continent inside my chest, about the earthquake that shakes me. My father made sacrifices, traded his soul for ink and paper, he knew my words would soon begin to overflow. That I was capable…

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Sweet Mango Pie Arts 

Sweet Mango Pie

Swimming in purple water makes me giddy The hippos laugh as i giggle and scream Posteriously producing bubbles that froth and foam Start spinning up around my head Its sweet perfume intoxicates me so As I splish and splash on the hippos back My thoughts turn to gumdrops and sweet mango pie Made from baboons with big yellow eyes As i turn to my left i see a crocodile there Holding a mirror and brushing his hair And since he was busy i looked at a snail And thought it…

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