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There is a genuine beauty found
Which is a great part of my day
And what makes it so very special
Is your love sent its smile my way

A genuine beauty is a rare prize
For one alone to solely possess
When endowed with awesome power
To bring alive lasting happiness

Yet I find myself to be the luckiest
When with each new day I am able to see
Another breathtaking beautiful morning
Embraced by your smiles sweet symphony

For what's found very deep in its spirit
Lovingly leaves its radiance upon my face
So if one could really see inside of me
They'll know your smile can never be erased.
Being thankful
I never saw her again,
but the thing was that I didn't need to;
She left me with enough memories & hope that could paralyze the world if needed.

For the rest of my life I will always remember the song I would sing in my head whenever she made me the happiest.

Her words were so clear & so meaningful,
it was like taking a speech class all over again;
I loved speech,
I loved her.

For the rest of my life I will always remember what it felt like to have my inner thoughts massaged by such clean & innocent hands (words).

She was the teacher that taught for the passion of it, & the thrill of changing the lives & minds of kids for years to come.
She taught me how to laugh & cry,
even how to love;
No one had ever loved me more, no one could have ever loved me more, I simply wouldn't let them.

For the rest of my life I will always remember waking up knowing that the love of my life was laying in bed next to me, & it would be that way forever.

She was my favorite subject & ironically I was her's as well,
She confused me constantly with her wit & she loved the look in my eye when I was totally lost (& a little dumbfounded) by her words;
I was totally lost in her,
so lost that I never quite found my way back.

*For the rest of my life I will always remember the feeling of having to say goodbye, but never before having been taught how to.
  Apr 2014 Diary of the Damned
Mary
Sorry
I try to help
I'm a hindrance
It's never right

My tears are nothing
You laugh at me
I want to help
I'm just no good

It all means something
What you say it hurts
Ruins me piece by piece
A fragment of broken glass

When will you see?
What you do
It kills me
It breaks my heart

You're mysterious
An act or gift
You're my conscience
I love you.

reverse

I love you
You're my conscience
An act or a gift
You're mysterious

It breaks my heart
It kills me
What you do
When will you see?

A fragment of broken glass
Ruins me piece by piece
What you say it hurts
It all means something

I'm just no good
I want to help
You laugh at me
My tears are nothing

It's never right
I'm a hindrance
I try to help
Sorry
My first reverse poem, let me know what you think :)
  Apr 2014 Diary of the Damned
Liv
i'm curled up in your blanket
i'll never leave this spot
and i'm still wearing your favorite sweater
i'll never take it off
until i can see you again
and kiss all of your wounds
and see your precious face
listen to your heart warming laugh
and cry in your arms until my tears run dry
one day you and i
can watch from the window
our coffee drips becoming raindrops
in a foggy city of your dreams
i love you and all of your ripped seams
i love you endlessly
Your high intellect is a slim shield for the heart that bleeds black death beneath it.

It need not die.
Though all is mortal and finite know this
My love for you is eternal.
It is within my love the light that will hold that blackness at bay.
A wall more than a shield.

So drop your weaponry my darling. Sheath that sharp wit for another day
For another lover
For I am not your enemy
In me you find your man.
fragments from everywhere
thanks to those writers
of prose poetry and advert
jingle for the writing below
today not the writer but
compiler and editor.

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the nightmare warned me...
...whistling of the wind..
.................whispers w ana..
.....of thomas the tank engine,
sunshine and sleeping bunnies...
...confide in me...
...snarcissist...
............   waiting....
...the sexiest poem ever..
.burned at the stake.....
...slay my dragon..
..good, bad, evil, mad.....
....the eyes speak louder..
..............forgotten past...
suicidal thoughts....
..my truth...
.................stickysweet...
..my conclusion...
sleepless nights......
this is found poem
from mostly poem titles found while readinf pieces on the web.
thanks to all authors i post this as i compliment no offense intended.
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