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  Aug 2015 cath
Kassey Lane
Tears pooling in her eyes
Slowly, steady, realize.
Pull back to the beginning
Shamelessly pretending that your winning.
The hollow feeling in your chest,
How you pray for it to rest.
Hold your head above the shame,
Pull yourself together and play the game.
  Aug 2015 cath
Fon
Nothing stays the same
I know that's a fact
But it would be easier
If people just come into your life
Leaving nothing
And gone

But it's the opposite

They give you memories
Ones that you spent together
They leave you footprints
They leave you scars
They leave you million stars
And one day
Everything has changed
All you do is keep missing
Those good old time

What you have left is the memory
And that's enough
To be a trigger
For countless hours of tears
  Aug 2015 cath
SøułSurvivør
~~~


one can strive for greatness
in the field of dreams
in medicine or business
in law for what it seems

academic achievement
reqires work and time
one can garner laurels
and be in their prime

but to find true excellence
in poetry as art
it won't be found in dusty tomes
it must be in your

HEART


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/15/2015
Art should never be strained
Either it comes from a place of
meaning for the artist
and invokes emotional impact
or it is just another business
  Aug 2015 cath
Francie Lynch
If love's in the air,
Why do we wear masks?
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