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Her name is Sophia, long strawberry red hair, with frosted white skin, she was stood up by a charming guy she thought was the one

It started with her stepping out of her comfort zone, and trying to neglect the past but everything always plays out the same

She’s working at the cafe 10 after 2, a group of football players come in off a blowout win, her eyes only driven to one:

Jake the dreamy all-star quarterback, Blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a dashing smile, and he winks at her

She blushes her cheeks a bright scarlet red, as the team picks tables to sit at Jake walks toward the counter to talk to her, she scurries to the back of the cafe and peeks over the ledge of the wall to see if he’s still there

As she thought he and their eyes meet after she gave herself a pep talk she gracefully walks towards the counter.

Only to trip over herself, the team laughs as Jake lifts her up, Blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a dashing smile that’s jake for you

Charmingly Jake says, “Are you okay?”

Shyly she replies, “Yeah I’m just a little clumsy”

After straightening up and cleaning herself off she asks, “what would you guys like to order”, but as she looks up she realizes that the team left and it's just her and jake, he gives a smirk followed by a chuckle he says, “your number”

*** Thump ***

*** Thump ***

*** Thump ***

Her heartbeat is racing she starts asking herself questions such as should she and why is she questioning after about 2 mins of panting and questioning she says yes

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” she asks?

Quickly he responds,”no”

Jessica Brimms, Blonde lushes hair, eyes as blue as the sky, with golden bronze skin she was a beauty.

A couple of days went by and he never called not a single buzz from the old rugged phone on the wall.

10 pm just seconds before the cafe was closing, it was a moonless night fog began to clog the windows what seemed to be a smoke screen.

Sophia dressed in a bright velvet dress walks out the door, two steps out of the door jake walks by with Jessica Brimms in his arms

As baffled as she was, she staggered back into the shop as her legs became weak.

Jake the dreamy all-star quarterback, Blue eyes, long blonde hair, and a dashing smile, wasn’t at all what he had seemed to be.

The tears she wanted to cry wouldn’t fall, instead she made a cup of coffee and realized she wanted nothing to do with boys at all.

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People,

animals,

screaming in agony.

Man on the floor

chopped into pieces.

A woman cries for him.

Shades of gray

flat lines.

Chaotic impact

on civilian life.

A man gazes down from the stairs

witnessing the chaos in the ruins.

he knows the fear

he knows the chaos

he knows why everyone screams.

The bombing.

Guernica.

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She stares

Every move, you make

Right hand over left

Being patient

As if she was in real life

Most visited in history

The oil

on her shirt

On her face

In her eyes

Since 1508 she's been watching you

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Thick smoke smothers the scene

Cards laid on the lime green table

No good boy in sight

They own themselves

It’s an all boys night out, no bitches in sight.

“Sit stay” on vintage wooden chairs

All look fiercely as they stare

A lot was at risk

The bulldogs filled with tricks

Red lamp hung from the ceiling

With collars on all bets were on

Loser goes to the vets

They bark up a night

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This piece tells a story,

A story of 2 different worlds.

A seemingly perfect, and imperfect world,

This is a story of both of these worlds.

The man on the far right has it all.

The perfect jobs,

The perfect suits,

The best of the best.

But there is a mere flaw in his life,

And it’s his rebellious younger brother.

His brother is a spitting younger image of him.

And yet, he is polar opposite of his older brother

That needs to be taught “The Right Way”,

The man dancing with the woman never understood

Why you have to be so proper all the time.

Why couldn’t anyone loosen up,

And just enjoy the little things in life?

He pretends to understand the etiquette lectures,

But he never really listens,

And he refuses to listen.

The woman in red may be the only person that understands him.

The woman on the far left is just as proper as the older brother.

Taught at a very young age,

She never steps out of line

And always looks her best.

She is now one of the best mentors

To teach women how to be the

Fine women men wants as a spouse.

Yet, the woman in red is the toughest student she has ever had.

The woman in red is just like her fiance, the younger brother.

She too never understood why you

Always have to be proper all the time.

She thinks it's too tiring and boring with

All of the unspoken rules.

All she wants is to live

Free and do as she chooses,

Whether her mentor likes it or not.

The foursome were heading towards

A fancy dinner party when

They drove by a beach.

The younger brother wanted to enjoy the day

Out there in the sand

While the older brother refused.

At a red light, the younger brother and

The woman in red both jumped out

And ran towards the waves.

The older brother and other woman stepped out with umbrellas

And begged them to come back.

The couple refused and started to

Waltz around on the breezy day.

They tuned out the bickering two,

And danced until sunset.

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We live in a place,

Where we starve for excitement,

Where we’re low on space,

Yet still seek enlightment

So much happens,

Good and Bad,

We can only accept

Till we’re an old lad

Death,

we all wish to understand

But all we know,

Is to be buried in thy land

Live your life,

It is only so long

Otherwise die,

Knowingly wrong

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As he landed, my heart sank.

I looked from above at his body hitting the rock

His eye were staring at the rocky ground.

He was too ashamed to look elsewhere.

The white and luminous wings he and I once shared,

Turned into a cold shade of black.

The hair on his head that until moments ago was bright and lively.

Now looked damaged and dry.

His clothes were taken away.

He couldn’t have anything with him.

He was condemned to roam around.

With nothing but the wings of his back.

The man that would spend days in the sun.

Lost all the light in his skin.

I wanted to call after him.

But his name wasn’t the name of a angel anymore.

He had a sinful name now.

And no matter how hard I forced myself.

His name could not leave my mouth.

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Do you know how it feels to be colored?

At that, do you know how it feels to be raised in the ghetto?

There’s no love and positivity

There’s kids out here under the wrong influence

Full of lost young men with no father figure

So their mothers have to do a job that they can’t do

Supporting the household with link cards and welfare

Sons in the streets instead of in the books

Selling drugs because they’ve been sold out all their life

Never felt that love that everybody needs growing up

Built with anger and use that for the wrong reasons

But through all this sorrow it brings hungrines

Plate of success waiting to be ate

Pain is building the fire to see the better outcome

Through every dark night there’s a brighter day

Keep your head up
I.Q.

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Tupac Shakur Artwork 4 is a painting by Sheraz A which was uploaded on February 15th, 2014. The painting may be purchased as wall art, home decor, apparel, phone cases, greeting cards, and more. All products are produced on-demand and shipped worldwide within 2 - 3 business days.

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We live divided

We fight divided

Wanting to conquer one another

to take advantage

to defeat the other

The smell of burning flesh

The screams of your enemy

The screams of your brother

Overpowering your mind

Making you want to fight harder

So you won't be next

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Silence fills this room

No other person

No other sounds

Absolute silence….

Silence doesn’t bother me though.

I believe it's a beautiful thing.

Although I’m not alone on this red carpet…

My dog lays near me in silence

Why?

Because he notices the beauty.

Not in himself but of everything surrounding us.

I also lay there admiring the perceious items that surround me & my dog.

The smell of fresh carpet surronds the room

It smells fresh..

But..

You stare at this image of me not really knowing what I’m doing or thinking ..

I try to cover my thoughts on top of other thoughts and a mask…

But keep staring & maybe you’ll start to  think of the impossible…

That surronds this room...

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She acts so innocent

As if she didn’t do anything

Laughing at the idea that she did that.

Love is everything

Is how she sees it

How did he repay her?

“Mi amor ayudame”

He would say on repeat just to manipulate her.

She sits there next to him showing happiness

He’s laughing at her

Laughing on how she is so clueless.

To her everything is perfect

For him she’s just a simple fool

How can love be so blind?

Blind enough to betray the people she confessed she loved

Malinches is what she’s known as.

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Painting, Painting, on the wall this is the best one of them all

Hanging on my parents wall

My parents dancing in the ballroom

My parents dance like they are on the moon

A couple dancing on the wall

Beautiful red dress, clean suit

Windy, Windy as the lady holds the tan and red hat

Puddles on the ground, but the couple is not mad

The couple dancing, are like cinderella

But the lady in the paining is not wearing a glass slipper

She is wearing no shoes, just bare feet

The man to the right just staring

He can’t bare to dance with the lady with the tan and red hat

As she is walking past the couple dancing

The man is panting

Painting, Painting on the wall

This was the last painting ever drawn

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By Izzy Jurasz

She let go of me.

We were a rushed painting,

Small, easily missed

Those who saw us needed our message

I was the color in her life.

She was young, new, not yet faded

Her hair windblown

Did she let go on purpose?

I wonder if the man who made us intended that,

If he told her to let me go but keep me within reach

“THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE” he wrote behind her

I wonder if she saw it

If she did, would she believe it?

Or would she still just

Let go

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It is night

The cubs just defeated the brewers in a 4 game series.

Lester, Hendricks, and Quintana all helped defeat out arch rivals.

Now everyone has left the stadium. Players, coaches, workers, and the fans.

So all that stands now is a giant red sign that shouts “CUBS WIN!!!”

It is a cold November night in Chicago

It is a full moon. About 55 degrees with a breeze coming off of Lake Michigan to make it feel colder.

Nothing to be seen but good old Wrigley field sitting there stuck like a deer in headlights.

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It is evening

and the city is abandoned.

A women in a red dress, no shoes,

A men in a black tuxedo,

They are dancing.

Her exposed back held within his hand, so vulnerable and white,

He thinks she is almost as beautiful as dawn

The dancing couple takes the centre stage to dance.

Other men dressed as butler,

Other women dressed as maid,

They are holding umbrellas over their head.

Butler bent into the wind and sings for the couple dancing

His rear end of the coat is swinging of the strong wind

But still he stands quite firmly.

Across from him, in black and white stands the agitated looking maid,

Punished by the force of air.

The constant wind, you can almost hear it

A sense of scrupulousness and fun but with love and fondness.

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Water is calm

Dead silent.

Breeze howling

Grass is dancing

Insects singing.

Cast.

Reel.

Cast .

Reel.

It’s a waiting game.

Small tugs

On a lifeless synthetic frog.

Green sentient environment.

Boom!

Largemouth pierces the water

Vise versa

Hook pierces the largemouth.

Chunk after chunk.

Rip some lips.

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They stare

They think I’m crazy

but I’m not

They talk

I don’t care

They say what they say

It doesn’t matter

Color and texture is our city

But they don’t see it

Blue, green, yellow

Swirling colors

They only see the dark

They don’t see the beauty

Lanterns illuminate the night

Buildings tower over them

Chatter of close friends fills the air

Bursts of laughter cut through

People walk by

Where are they going?

Who knows

They don’t say hello

They enjoy the brisk evening

So do I

Peace in my solitude

Beauty and truth from my brush

No one by my side

Focused

Here and now

They think I’m crazy

Because I see

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Vertical brushstrokes

closing in and surrounding your gate

You are a single figure running

a dark shape against black and grey hues

Murky blue lines lash in and out

weaving in your direction

You forage forward

footsteps against the brush

You are running towards the break

A light emitting from the path

A shadow stretching behind you