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 Nov 2016 Amy Irby
meliza
when people ask me
why im sad
is it bad to say
that im sad
because i am?
maybe im just meant
to be sad
'cause some people find
happiness
while some stay sad.
and i'd happily
give way, dear
for you to find yours,
no matter
the consequences.
 Jun 2015 Amy Irby
Jessica LeeAnn
Love is not complicated
People are
Love is merely an emotion
Shared between two hearts
It's the responsibility of the two individuals who share this love
To make sure it doesn't depart

Love is not difficult
People are
Love is simply an action
Shown between two lovers
Whose souls are intricately intertwined
This beautiful action should be affectionately shown forever

Love is not painful
People are
Love is a magnificent healer
It's felt between two kindred spirits
That has been broken and needs mending
Real love has the power to release pain
So the bond two people share can strengthen

Love is not bad
Love is not boastful
Love is not manipulative
Love is not fickle

Love is not a liar
Love is not a joke
Love is not confused
Love is not deceptive

People are
Fathers*

Fathers are a special thing
They give to you their time
They show you what you need in life
And give you peace of mind

Fathers do amazing things
Each and every day
Always there when you need
To say it is okay

Fathers teach you lessons
They guide you as you go
Allow mistakes to be made
So lessons learned you know

Fathers show compassion
They are there to lend a hand
Wrap their arms around you
And help you make a plan

A father's job is never done
No matter what your age
Each time your father sees you
For him it's Fathers day*

Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
Happy Fathers Day
 Jun 2015 Amy Irby
Onoma
Something therein lives...
to be
opened by degree,
counting by heart the
growth of Light.
Opened by degree...
let that openness
thereby referred to,
be that of Love.
 Jun 2015 Amy Irby
Sacrelicious
As wars wage within my heart.
I can feel my inner demons
playing my heart strings
like a harp.
A beautiful melody
of self destruction, hatred and fear.
Acoustics are great.
But I'm still waiting
for the choir of Angels
to sing songs
of love and peace.
Someday,
that's a nice thought.
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