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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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Alone, Free & Safe Arts 

Alone, Free & Safe

If I can stay here forever. Months and years passed and nothing has changed. I met a lot of people and tried to find in them that missing part of me. I am here again, sitting in front of the same place, with my bag and no one beside me. I am still in the same place and nothing has changed. I still find peace in my loneliness and nothing else but my loneliness. Too many voices around me, warm hearts and people who love me. But I love them…

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A Writer’s Blocks Vanier Alumni 

A Writer’s Blocks

Blocks will disable Blocks are a big scam Blocks, I do not love Blocks are just liars So unattractive I simply can’t find Ideas, that stay They loom like wires I am held captive Inside of this mind Torn apart, away From my desires Useless, unable Just for now, I am Incapable of Igniting fires Blocks will disable Blocks are a big scam Blocks, I do not love Blocks are just liars       Written By: BeNjamyn Upshaw-Ruffner

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Untitled Arts 

Untitled

I live in a box I’ve adapted to all its edges Taking its form I am trapped in its shape, Contained. In here, I am safe, Yet alone Solitude so bitter I am stone cold I am tired of holding myself together I want to break free, But I do not want to shatter, I want to melt So I long for a warm embrace To render me shapeless   I am that person you never see As if I had a talent of invisibility All I want is for…

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Trust Only Your Sisters Arts 

Trust Only Your Sisters

They will make you feel guilty for feeling so deeply, for loving too much. They will teach you to hate your body, how to aim and shoot at your own scars. You will have to learn how to tame your heart, how to bring down all the layers of your skin, how to mold them into one. Calm the voice inside of you; push back the waves, the ocean that forms your entire being. Forget them, forget the noise, forget the target they embroidered onto your back, the one that…

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