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 Sep 2016 Aubrey Lee Ann
dlx
Art
 Sep 2016 Aubrey Lee Ann
dlx
Art
"If people told you're not beautiful,
Don't you worry.
It means you're art, you're an abstract.
Art is not supposed to be beautiful.
It's supposed to make you feel something, something different from any other kind of differences.
And so,
You are beautiful than any beauty meanings."

- dlx
You are my sun
You are my moon
You fill my world
With brightness, beauty and splendor
You give meaning to my existence
Proving that in these endless cosmos
I am not alone
May our heavenly bodies dance
Among the stars
Will you always stay close
And I will forever hold on
To: CC
I'm a jumbled sentence,
With broken words,
Uttered in  gasping stutters,
By mouth of someone I haven't met.
All my punctuation is wrong,
I don't have commas,
Or colons to make sense of me.
I'm standing still,
So still that I can almost,
Almost feel the seconds bleeding,
And my heart burning,
And lungs collapsing and,
Eyes shutting for sleep,
That only contain nightmares.
And I'm wondering,
I'm wondering if,
I might ever touch the sky,
I'll touch it with my broken fingertips.
See, even broken stars can shine.
It's small and white
It fits perfectly in my pleading hands

It's calling to me
Begging me to fail

Self control?
Gone.

Numbness takes over
Everything is lost

Pain is irrelevant
But needed

The silver flash cuts flesh
releases pain and agony

Rivers of red flow smoothly onto the floor
Collecting and turning into oceans  

Stop?
Why?

Never.
 Sep 2016 Aubrey Lee Ann
KTN PRL
Birds singing melody,
for you to awake.
Pull yourself out the tent,
and everyone shall celebrate.

Step onto the land,
move wherever you please,
your footprint shall mark
history that you exist.

Towering trees,
swaying along the wind.
They await your presence so
they can finally breathe.

The sun acknowledges you,
his rays shine brightly upon you.
Ready to surrender his reign,
for you to see the glorious moon.

When fate plays game on you,
don't feel any gloom,
for the flowers will send their scent,
you can lie with them as they bloom.

The clouds will unite
to shower you rain,
to wash away your worries
and let your happiness invigorate.
If you know why
salmon swim upstream
in a suicidal attempt to
get back to their beginnings
and why lemmings head
en masse for the sea
and why drones who
service the queen bee
inevitably die,
then tell me why
I who should follow
their lead hold back?
Am I afraid to find
that the pain of leaving
might be less than the
pain of staying behind?
Is this what salmon, lemmings
and drones all know?
And so they willingly go?
 Sep 2016 Aubrey Lee Ann
Stephen
I don't remember the last time I've cried.
I remember many times lying in bed
wishing I could cry.
If I could only cry,
I could prove to myself I'm still human.
 Sep 2016 Aubrey Lee Ann
NV
MY GOD,
I HAVE INHALED ABANDONMENT FOR SO LONG,
THAT ANY SCENT OF LOVE IN THE AIR,
MAKES IT HARD FOR ME TO BREATHE.
PLUS,
THE TANKS OF OXYGEN ALWAYS SEEM TO BE MIXED WITH A HIGH DOSAGE OF PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY,
AND I WEAR THE MASKS SO OFTEN,
I FORGET I EVEN HAVE THEM ON.
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