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| So here's a few rules on the submissions for #WordsArePicturesToo. Listen up! We look forward to seeing all your hard work and love put into art here on WAPT!!! edited by Ran (and Rogue!) |

will you ever learn to love yourselfshe was deadwill you ever learn to love yourself by ~tubefed
before she hit the ground
a cell
frazzled & 60 percent water
her friends
or whatever you call them
‘seedy backwater
girl
brimming on the bus & never
wants to
haven’t you ever seen clouds before?’
she threw a handful of stones
pinched
sinking like balloons
a hungry ghost
tracing the outline
of a breaking surface

Reverie for an AmphitheaterReverie for an Amphitheater by *TheWaywordWriter
The mahogany glass of the stage was lit ablaze by the beacons that seldom turned dim in the presence of an artist considered nothing less than a prodigy, ready to receive their host that had dared to divide his talent amongst the rabid, watching eyes of his viewers. A red velvet sea, parted only by upholstery of a similar shade encompassed the arena, men and women of eloquent vogue pouring into it’s maw to listen to the masterpieces that have been set before them. Balconies cast shadows across a dimly lit overpass lined with golden filigree as the observers hope only to be left awestruck with a monument of cultivated fluidity.
Their vi

I Found You BrokenI found you broken,I Found You Broken by ~singmyheartout4you
Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life.
I wanted nothing more than to help you back up.
You had fallen from so high so long before.
I'd give my soul to carry you back up.
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't budge or lift you up till you decide,
To stand by yourself,
Change yourself.
And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here.
But do you mind,
If I,
Just sit and wait with you a while?
While we both have the time.

Alcoholic MemoriesIt’s been a long time since I came to the sea. My feet had me run away every time I tried and I hadn’t the energy to fight with my fears. “It’s hard to fight your own destiny”, my mother had said sometime before, when our only problems were mosquito bites and burned cornflowers. Such beautiful summers! Easy, simple, happy. Like those I thought my life would be. The sun would rest forever on my skin and cold yogurt would travel to my stomach. Every year. With carnival festivities, barbequed meat and fried rice. With fireworks lightening up the evening sky and loud music filling villages square. With smells; all kiAlcoholic Memories by *NoodlesAddict
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