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You and I could be a match
Each of us can mend, can patch
Can fill the blanks our lives  possess
Or fix trouble and clean our mess

You and I, it is a dream
A story I see like radiant beam
Heavenly life I feel for us
Not just a memory that comes to pass

You and I, I wish could be
Like the love in your eyes that I can see
If the warmth in your touch is not for me
Then we couldn't be that perfect match, could we?
My response poem to a piece at Writerscafe...
He is a soulless body, roaming through the blacktop
waiting for those anxious female touches to just stop
He has the emotional capacity of igneous rock
so love isnt a thing his heart keeps in stock
Females shouldn't expect him to sweep you off his feet
he'll hand you a broom and tell you to leave him be
Its not that he's an *******,  females he'll never mistreat
hes just a loveless soul, his heart hath already retreat
She felt ugly, from the inside and out
Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself
She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror
The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure
She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself
The craving that built up inside, did anything but help
The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen
Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened
Finally she realized, she was beautiful before
As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more
The beauty of self image is represented in this poem, through the insecurity of  your average girl. Now I wanted to write about this, because it's so common nowadays for girls to be insecure with themsellves. To be unhappy with how they look no matter how beautiful they really are. And i'm here to tell you, that if you think your ugly, then you need to think again, because you are beautiful no matter what size, shape, color, etc you are. You are perfect in your own way. :)
 Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
Pax

Sometimes being alone is much better
than in the crowd of judgmental tongue.



© Pax
if only others think of themselves first before throwing ugly judgment.
if only they think twice before saying something.
if only they think of its effects on the person they judge.
If only they asked first, if it’s okay to throw judgment.  
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'if only'
 Oct 2014 Chris Shantel
ryn
I have come humble to seek your knowledge
With exhausted feet and weighing burden, I bear my heart
I have travelled far to arrive at the world's edge
Ready to receive what wisdom you will impart

I'll set myself cross-legged on the opposite of you
I see you peering, examining my physical entirety
With one good eye, you gaze right through
Makes me uncomfortable, if I may... But I'll hold steady

I notice you muttering but no words could be heard
Your hands hovering over a glassy globe with an ominous glow
You turn to the left, as if conversing with an invisible third
Whispering secrets that I will never learn to know

Shifting your gaze now into the crystal orb
What do you see, Wise One, in that ball of yours
You shudder upon it's touch as though it's power you absorb
Tell me, Soothsayer... What lies for me in this course?

You swiftly pull your hands behind your back
I flinch with a start at your sudden display
You bring back your hands revealing cards out of a stack
You tremble in spasms, dropping the rest leaving one for play

The card you place face down, right in front of me
You motion for me to pick it up and flip it round
I see the card bore inscriptions and ancient runes, quizzically
You ****** the card and begin chanting in odd sounds

Reciting your incantations, in a tongue I do not understand
They sound like curses rather than the answers I seek
It all ends almost as soon as it started... I can't comprehend
You then place your warm palms gently touching my cheeks

Your features softened as you stared into my sullen eyes
A connection like eternity trapped within seconds never going astray
Then you turn away to fetch a bundle roped in knots and ties
You hand it to me hastily before ushering me on my way

I am now perplexed much... What does it show?
What did you see, what does my future hold?
Please enlighten me what you've come to know
From all of that, what could you have foretold?

Bundle in hand I turn to leave your rundown shanty
As I leave, you speak in your voice, different from before
Soft yet raspy you say, "Do not open till the end of journey"
"Open only when in house, behind closed door"


Moon is up illuminating, as I make my way up north
Armed in hand a strange, scented, ******* bundle
Leaving with the same questions with no answers, I amble forth
Wondering if in the bundle I may find the missing pieces of the puzzle...
If you like this, check out 'Dear Seeker'
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