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Jim Marchel Dec 2016
You had a mind like a diamond

And eyes like the ocean,

Where even the most seasoned sailor

Could get lost.

Why did your waters wane?

Will you or I ever be the same?


What happened to your ocean eyes,

The ebb and flow of moonlit tides

That danced with me along the shore

But now are suddenly no more?
The sea is beauty
The sea is deadly
Jim Marchel Nov 2016
To the one whose hand I never held:

Thank you for letting me hold your heart instead, even when I didn't take care of it like it should.

To the one who called me brother and best friend, but never lover:

Thank you for making me part of your family when I didn't have a place to go.

To the one whose trust I shattered:

I'm sorry I took you for granted and hurt you when you made me smile.

To the one whose lips I never kissed:

Thank you for letting me love you
Even though you never loved me back
.
Jim Marchel Nov 2016
When my feet touch the grass

In the place I call home,

My reception will not be that at all,

But a valediction.
A poem for my brothers and sisters I serve with. This place will never leave my heart, no matter how hard I try to tear the two apart.
Jim Marchel Oct 2016
I had eyes for only her

*But her eyes only saw the world.
I saw more in her than a hundred worlds over.
Jim Marchel Oct 2016
"...You're my direction when I'm lost, but I'm never alone with the love that we've grown.

How incredible is this view? Its not the beautiful scenery, it's the beautiful you."
When I'm lost and don't know which way to go, I remember I'm always found in you.
Jim Marchel Oct 2016
Every day I spend with you is the best day of my life.
Wrote a piece a while back and thought it'd be better in parts than a standalone.
Jim Marchel Sep 2016
"I don't know what you possibly see
Underneath the *****, thick skin
That's cut and bruised and scarred
From the things I've done to myself
And from what a few others carved into
The arms of the man I call 'Me'...

...I roll up my sleeves and I take
A piece of you from off the floor
And I try my best to fold it up
With the same care my mother had
When she used to clean the stains
From my favorite shirt without mistake...

...We're both soldiers in the same war
But we're standing on opposite sides,
Which doesn't make sense to me because
We have the same *****, thick skin
That's cut and bruised and scarred
And I know you're the one worth fighting for..."
Love can be salvaged from *****, broken things.
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