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Hg Oct 2018
she was quite the actor
always on a role

lights camera affection
putting on a show

she was quite the model
never had to pose

every tear was candid
such a natural
©Hg
Dog Years Jul 2018
So tired, she thought it best
to wear her heart on her sleeves
and get things off her chest

Ignored a notion misconceived
that living like an open book
would only make her more naive

She said if they simply take another look
they'll see a clear transparency
and maybe, just maybe, let me off the hook
Lewis Irwin Jun 2018
I appear to be pushing back tears,
And I'm trying to stay strong.
Why have I been seeking forgiveness for all these years?,
Why did I romanticise my Demons in song?

I feel like the stem of a Rose,
A quaint mind of beautiful words to take away others hurt.
But I pierce the skin of those who comes close,
As I stamp on the acquaintances I left in the dirt.

Spawn of a Speed fiend and the ******* of an ***** freak,
A walking disease.
Ever so volatile and ****** to **** like a Sinners smile,
Walking for miles in my own head,
Only to fall to my knees at Satan craving;
Death.
eli Jun 2018
have you've ever taken that one candid picture  
so pure and precious
there's a difference between a photo that is staged and perfect and a picture that no one knew was taken
in that one picture, no one is trying so hard to be perfect
Quinntin Bravo Jan 2018
sometimes I just feel broken
unable to move
useless
and all I ever want to just do
is just be gone
let it all end
my heart is empty
my mind is empty
I am empty
A feeling that somehow keeps returning to me
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
cold pizza
orange soda
bright lights
dark room
big heart
empty feeling
Willow shade Dec 2017
In any case, with pains, I'll rise again
No one can soar downwards
I will handle curb of life
But I wish you were near me then,
Not beneath like a surpassed one

We can soar together, believe me
If you restore your reliance
Maybe not merely eye-to-eye
Maybe not merely hand in hand
It can be spirit to spirit
And can also be trust in trust

I want you to be soared with me
With your thoughts and deep choices
To higher than me like a wren *
I want you not like a talisman
I want you alive and like The Genius *  

It is possible where poets come from
And where philosophers inhabit
Where high humane dimensions lie
Dimensions of fathomless friendship

We can soar together, believe me
If you restore your reliance
Maybe not merely eye-to-eye
Maybe not merely hand in hand
It can be spirit to spirit
And can also be trust in trust
* In one of Aesop’s fables, there was a competition among the birds as to who could fly the highest, the winner would be declared the king of the birds. The Eagle looked to be winning but then the Wren held on to the Eagles back, so when the Eagle started to tire the Wren was able to fly to victory.

* In Roman religion, the Genius is the individual instance of a general divine nature that is present in every individual person. She is much like a guardian angel and also accepted as a god who is born and dies with each one of us.
Quinntin Bravo Dec 2017
Tidal waves of noise crashing
A brief silence followed by another
The silences were short and abrupt
No matter what he did
The noise was too loud
Attempts to block it out only seemed to make it louder

He smiled at the peak of it all
   Inhale
      Exhale
This time was different
As the waves came crashing down
He no longer heard static
Instead he heard a symphony
Perspective changes the rules of the game that you're oh so familiar to.
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