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They tell me to write.
I put pen to paper,
fingers to keys.
But what I write
nobody reads--
it's unfinished, private.
I publish anonymously
so only strangers can see
the thoughts inside of me.

I am wrapped in my head.
You were my perfect poem
Brief but of many lessons
Our life was the perfect paradox
For love I thought we could rhyme

You hated all I ever loved,I loved all you hated
You said dirt was clean and the sun was cold
You desired tears for years
And resisted all advances of happiness

All you hated I had to forsake
For our love was at stake
But like a toddler you had fun with my feelings
Leaving our blindest love in darkness reeling

Yet my greatest victory was losing you
My severest pain was my sweetest gain
You schooled me through experience
My all-time worst teacher

You were my perfect poem
Eternity would be short to describe the undescribable
For when my hand is strong to hold the pen
Then my heart is weak to pen the words
 Dec 2016 Amanda Casey
Ma Cherie
Speaking of broken hearts
and mended fenced in mem'ries  
I am painting skies
of tangerine, saffron
& an illuminated lilac hue
against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is
along with all the
other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky

And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds
Ice crystals freezing into supercooled
water droplets
Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers
..I hear them whisper, "hello"...

Blinding beauty
through unadulterated sunlight
I am fleeced like a lamb
watching in awe,
..in wonder
then stomping sounds
of coming thunder,

Finding depth and height
out  in the stratosphere
Blinded by the
After Light
or afterglow
affected by the amount of haze
I'm in a daze
...as I am reaching

High above the fading light
of a brilliant early fall sunset
I take a big breath
of that sumptuous air
and twirl my skirted legs
my painted toes
where I know
I am back
to solid ground

Appreciating the last time
I say sleep well
to you  my dear
summertimes sweet mem'ries
and the fun we had this year.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Wow....idk. Felt inspired.
you do not fall at my
feet yet you make me
feel that i am golden.
thank you for never
taking any of my ****.
beauty is your heart
not your smile
not your hair


beauty is your heart
not your eyes
not your cheeks


beauty is your heart
not how skinny your waist is
not how big your chest is


beauty is your heart
not what you see in the mirror
but what you should see inside
 Jan 2014 Amanda Casey
brooke
it is not
necessarily
love
that hurts
(c) Brooke Otto
But we are
simply
not made
to only see
each other
when we
wake every
morning.
I've lost
you.
I've been scared to write this.
 Jan 2014 Amanda Casey
brooke
i thought to myself;
to craft a story so beautiful
you must be truly beautiful
and I realized my life is quite beautiful.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013

ongoing journey.
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