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  Jul 2019 Allison
Sarah Isma
I’ve now grown and I turned out alright
But one day I came to realize
That this was not a smooth flight
And the scary things that I saw
Is the reason why I held on to my seat so tight
Now here are the few things
That made me hate this horrible, terrible ride
        The fact once you realize
that your parents are sometimes never right.
To see that they are flawed beings, with broken wings and ****** mistakes.
To realize the truths and the smiles they fake,
Growing up to see only the image portrayed- was only for your sake.
They hide the tears and shower us with laughters
They told us joyful stories and happily ever afters,
But just as soon as i grow
Only now that I understand they were telling their own dreams,
        That had slipped right out their fingers
So ask me what’s the saddest part growing up?
To see the hollow sadness from the two people,
who once i thought was happiest.
i never really knew how much things could effect parents, the slightest action i could now see their subtle response- i understand now. Its just the fire in them burning out, only dim enough for them to keep me going- so i don't burn out too.
  Jun 2019 Allison
Brandon Conway
You're laid out with a blank stare
with dreams of becoming a millionaire
on the couch where you're ensnared
stuck in what you call a nightmare

Sorry I have no sympathy
to your muscle atrophy
while you lay in envy
I just can not pity
so I invite you to the city
to come experience poetry
its what helps me feel less ******

No thanks, just let me wallow
while my soul feels so hollow
I will not, can not, follow
I have lost my bravado
go on you wild desperado
to your El Dorado

At least one of us has found gold.
  Jun 2019 Allison
Mystic Ink Plus
Stitch in a Clock
Nostalgic memory
Hopeful sky,
Dance with a glare of light
A perception of beauty
Spiritual sense of blissful growth
Lost over a cosmic delight

Silence, cease to be a source of noise
With sacred body, Organic birth
Like a mortal life of a dew drop
Realities of our existence
Joy of understanding
Biography of energy flow
Time in harmony.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
  Jun 2019 Allison
Sebastian Hale
When perception is reality
Your skin is your commodity.
Fighting in a game of love
That's lost all of its humanity.

Actions in derealised imaginings,
Senseless wanderings over
a frozen crest that once held you're heart.
You mined it, destroyed its core.
Smouldering smoke a deep chested,
                      ~cough~

You're eyes are dark now,
decaying in a wasteland distress.
Deserted death.
Life force drained consuming all,
But one flower, soul of love,
Let go, not betraying its beauty.













Far away he fled.
Her piercing coral eyes of flame
Evaporate my senses.
You face will stay askew.
Disjointed unharmonious debilitating dances stay, mocking my innocent play.




Free in space

My mind is here.




Away from you it's far more clear.
This is the poem I first submitted and thought appropriate to put up as my first poem also. I recently went through a breakup and have never been hurt so intensely despite having been both in love and broken up with before. This time I had to leave.
  Jun 2019 Allison
Aditya
Who Am I ?

Defined by Occupation,
Or branded by Designation,
Is my identity beyond my Workstation ?

Relationships Galore,
Friend, son, lover, even a Mentor,
Transiting perceptions, is there More ?

Worshiping a higher Power,
A Temple, a Mosque or a Church Tower,
Labeled for my faith of the Hour ?

A mirror unraveling my Quest,
Permeating through the mind Possessed,
Finding my true self Unsuppressed.

Who Am I ?
A Flowing Potential
  Jun 2019 Allison
Ben Tol
Limitless possibilities,
Countless times,
Incredible polarities,
Audacious crimes,
Captivated audiences,
Questioning minds,
Truthfully faking,
Emotions benign,
Stars distorted,
Unnatural designs,
Hope for Oscar,
Critics chime.
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