Hallows Eve

“The farther we’ve gotten from the magic and mystery of our past,
the more we’ve come to need Halloween.” —Paula Guran

I remember.
I always loved the simple things that life provides
The endorphin rush I got when I would go and play outside
Pretending we’re our hero’s with cop and robber vibes
Or subsiding in a circle of other kids who thought alike
We’d invite ideas larger than realism would allow
No matter how plausible, Idealism was endowed
But. Somehow impossible wasn’t a word that resonated
Obstacles were driving forces that reverbed imagination
So patience was a virtue not instilled into me yet
Life progressed at speeds that left no room to feel regret
I was contempt in innocence. The kind that age erases
Then fades away w/ time as wrinkles form across our faces
Carefully displayed are memories we’ll always cherish
& the ones we can’t embrace are the ones that always perish
Old enough to understand but yet too young to fear it
Still devoid of all the shame that we eventually inherit
So removed from pain that were unable to compare it
Or stand on steady legs when it was time for us to near it
When adolescence bids ado but were too arrogant to hear it
Then our inner child exits, but it sticks with us in spirit

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Its Here.
Halloween approaches, dreams of Jack-O-Lantern scenes
Streets permeate with playful screams ‘n children frolicking
October seems to always be her favorite month
The excitement in my little nieces eyes while she’s dressing up
And I confess. I’m feeling envious as fuck
To be 7 once again ‘n feel that sense of happiness erupt
It’s lost within, so we mask it all behind our shallow grins
As I bend down to fix her hair & feel the growl beneath my shins
Or the appending pops that crackle in my knees
Or the grimace in my teeth just bouncing back up on my feet
Candied apples coated in the sweetest Carmel glaze
Afraid to sneak a taste because I’m monitoring my weight
The anticipation racing as if she can hardly wait
Plastic pumpkin bucket in her hand, w/ her freshly painted face
Almost takes me back to when I was standing in her place
Reminds me of the kid I used to be. (Ya know) That one that age erased
So on this day, I get to travel back in time
And visit with that child once again that I forgot was still inside

Lets go.

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Dope, sentimental piece tbh. I feel like the older I get, the less fucks I give about Halloween. Didn't even really care about horror movies this year and just watched a few when I used to binge all month long. When I was a kid, I loved this Holliday more than anything so it's like I can relate to the piece and the changes it discusses. Went from going trick r treating and to halloween parties to taking my kids trick r treating and watching them enjoy something that has grown sour for me. The writing here was super fucking good. Really smooth from start to finish. Wording and flow has always been a strong suit of yours though. Overall a really fun piece man, good shit. I'd nom this but it's technically an October drop lol.

Really buttery flow here. I enjoyed the simplicity of the concept and the idea of Halloween spirit in a child. The sentimental value of something like this is wholesome and feels like something most of the fuckers on this site are afraid to touch on. It’s always some murder or sense of fear and panic in a lot of the work…sadness and darkness…but this was a cool piece in that it takes the darkest holiday of the year and shows the good in it. I really ain’t got anything bad to say about it. The concept was cool. I enjoyed the direction and the sensitivity of it. I ain’t mad at all after reading that one. Props!

Amazing style
Flow well done
Good to feel Halloween Spirit
Very nice piece from you
You stay on topic