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 Sep 2017 Art
Hannah
Reincarnated
 Sep 2017 Art
Hannah
Same soul
different bones.
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 Sep 2017 Art
Eric Angels
SUSPENCE
 Sep 2017 Art
Eric Angels
As darkness turns to light
Day turns to night
And the clock glides left to right...
 Sep 2017 Art
redberries
Memories from a lifetime ago
Seems beautiful innocent and happy. 

All I seem to want to do 
Is go back
And hide among the curtains of white sheet.

So familiar 
So sheltered

An urge to flip through photo albums 
Gentle touch on faces that are strange yet peaceful

But it is all gone now 
Like waking up from a dream 
Then given evidence of the once-reality
How am I not to confuse it with a dream 
When all that fell apart 
Was the moment that door slammed shut 

Picture frames on the walls dropped to the ground
Just like how she dropped to the ground 
Leaving two kids standing hand in hand 
despite constant fights the sister has
One clueless on the surface burying it deep
And one helpless heartbroken ever since
With a baby girl weeping from their bedroom

The first betrayal happened 
before the young learnt of all the evils that exists
He too died that moment
From then on they grieved 
The child dont dare ask about the fairytale 
When she saw her empty eyes staring into space

From time to time 
A familiar-faced benefactor come along 
The ghost brought little warmth and support 
“I am turning out fine” she whispered with every step she takes

him - the only confirmation she gets
for her clueless questions about the princess-like life
once upon a time, I was a princess loved by both my parents, my dad especially. I felt like a princess, I lived like a princess, I was treated like a princess. However, the dream gone. Like a page teared from a book. No longer true no longer existing. But only in memories or people walked across from that to this life.
 Sep 2017 Art
Andreas Simic
Maturity
 Sep 2017 Art
Andreas Simic
Maturity©

What is maturity?

Is it knowing that tomorrow will be a better day?
Is it having made all the mistakes until there are no more to be made,
Is it sitting in front of a computer playing games with your inner child and it being okay?
Is it a sense of knowing that the world is unfolding as it is meant to be.

Maturity is defined as development,
Is this the development of the human body?
Is this the development of intellectual matter or
Is this the development of human potential?
Is this the development of a spiritual knowing or connection?

How is maturity obtained?
Do we grow up to be mature?
Are we taught and learn to become mature,
Do we obtain maturity through experience?
Or does age provide an automatic pass to maturity.

Is maturity that stage where all is lost?
Or is maturity when the world is our oyster,
Or when there is an inner knowing of ourselves,
Or is it when we achieve all of our goals and dreams,
Or is it when we have figured out the world around us.

Maturity, let me know what it looks when you find yours,

I seem to have misplaced mine.  

Andreas Simic©
 Sep 2017 Art
Seema
Evil in Disguise
 Sep 2017 Art
Seema
The owl hoots every night
Near my window, around one
Am woken by a great force
To see, but I find no one
A chill quivers up my spine
When I see the mirror shine
A shadow figure stands still
It's eyes piercing me like drill
As I clear the haze from my eyes
To see if its an illusion or otherwise
There is no one besides my shadow
In the mirror,
I just see me in another disguise...


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 Sep 2017 Art
Brent Kincaid
I see other people
And they’re happy two by two
It’s like they all know
Exactly what they should do.
They smile sweetly
They hug and hold hands
TheY talk to each other
And seem to understand.

They look into their eyes
And don’t quickly look away
And seem to be listening
To what the other has to say.
The smiles are frequent
And so is the cheerful laughter.
It seems they are well into
Their happily ever after.

Two minus one
The mathematics of my story.
Plenty of guts
But never that much of glory.
There must be something
I have not learned to do
That makes one plus one
Add to up to a decent two.

Going out to dinner
With couples is quite a trial.
Everyone gets uncomfortable.
I quit doing it after a while.
It hurts to see happiness
When you aren’t getting much.
The reminders are constant
With their every loving touch.

Two minus one
The mathematics of my story.
Plenty of guts
But never that much of glory.
There must be something
I have not learned to do
That makes one plus one
Add to up to a decent two.
 Sep 2017 Art
Inked Quill
Sharp shards
Shine on
Cracked glass thoughts
Of you
Cut my fingers
& transcendence
Took over
I wrote us
In sticky scarlet
 Sep 2017 Art
Ember
Self Love
 Sep 2017 Art
Ember
I know it's hard.
Hard to see yourself as perfect as you are,
but I promise, you're perfect.
Perfect is imperfection without regard.
We love you.
I love you.
Don't change, you might lose your mind searching for something more beautiful than you, because it doesn't exist.
I don't tell you these things to make you blush,while I love your smile.
I tell you because your ears are closed and your heart vacant.
We love you.
I love you.
I saw you last night. Head in your hands, screaming about how much you hated yourself.
Believe me I've been there but you shouldn't hate your self.
There's nothing to hate.
You make the world shine brighter for me.
Breathe.
I love you so much please see why.
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