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Please, don't leave me
You're all that I've got
I'm not ready to trust again
So, I'm alone
Here with you
Making sense of these thoughts

Only few understand
The power behind your art
I was gifted this talent
As it consumes me--every part

Others broke me down,
But you've strengthened my belief
As you flow freely
From my mind and veins with each heartbeat

Don't fail me, Words
You're all that I've got
You've lifted my spirit
To write is to share what life has taught

© JL Smith
Try to tell love
it should be limited
by complexion
it will laugh at you
For love did not
create injustice
So it will not be bound
by It’s influence ever
Lost for nothing
Lost in fire
Lost in vain
A memory remains
feeding the ascending pain.
Only the quackery of the
passing time in plain.
In memory of the dead at the fire yesterday especially
for the children...A day that Greece mourns
Express yourself like nobody else
Words praising Poetry in hooray
It has been written on any given day
Poetry time to celebrate
It’s our history in what we create
All it took was participate
Our determination in not hesitate
Remember when you produced your first write
You were excited and shared your write in plain sight
You wrote in what your life was worth
It all started from the time of your birth
You wrote of the history of God’s Earth
Your words expanded into detailed sentences
At that point, you knew you were meant to be a Poet
Association became your involvement within
You were determined to not let your Poetry end
You then discovered in how to incorporate Poetry and Short Stories together
They became acquainted to each other
It was words coming together line by line
Yet having a smooth combination
What you achieved is simply fine
But your emotions requested that you push on
Then and only then, you knew Poetry is where you truly belong
So Poetry it was and will always continue to be
No secret, it’s intend for all too see.
The sunlight
It warms my face
Strengthens my confidence
even in the craziest of life's paces.
The warmth of the roads and the sidewalk concrete
makes the senses come alive
you feel Human
even if you are the stranger in town
Now your moment of fight in time is complete.
Mirror, mirror
the time is on the go
is on the fly it won't stop.

It will whisk over
my dead body for sure.

But can it reach
out to my soul?
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