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Kaylana Brown Apr 2013
Beauty is only skin deep, 
your beauty is not based upon
what you drive weather it
be a Camaro or a Jeep.

     Beauty is based upon
 who you are as an individual.
  You may be a pushover, a nice 
person or a straight up tool.

   Beauty does not determine your
self worth.  Remember you're not 
the only being of this earth. 

   Beauty is not just your face,
beauty is your morals, 
your value, or your grades, it doesn't 
matter. Not everyone is an ace. 

   Your time to shine will come.
Beauty is not just a pretty face
Kaylana Brown Apr 2013
Lost but found,
  I was a beast but beauty hath found me.
   Broken, but you brought me back, 
you never gave up on me, 
you  mended me when I was broken, 
 all I ever needed was you. 
   You were all I needed
and all I had.
  When all I had left were the 
pieces of my broken, bruised, 
and shattered heart. I still had you.
   Thick or thin, we were together.
   Not to far in the future,
I sound he sought another. 

   But how?

   He hath proved himself faithful,
yet he leave me for another. 
    It takes an cold, hard
heart to do such a thing unto 
another. 
  What evil have I done unto you?
   Why do I in return of my grace receive
lies and betrayal?

   I was broken, you brought me back.
 You fixed me then you broke me into even
more pieces than last time.

    Your girl left and here you came,
running back to me, running back to me 
to pick up the pieces. But when you tried I cut you
I left a scar, to be dwelled on, 
a scar for your memories.
The many broken hearts.
This is for them.
Kaylana Brown Apr 2013
Beauty is a quality bestowed upon one
Beauty is a job that is never done
Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes
Beauty mesmirizes
Beauty can take the form of a rose
Beauty may not have on any clothes
Beauty catches your eye
Beauty is like a shining star in the sky
Beauty seems so right
Beauty is day after night
Beauty is the last dance
Beauty give me one more chance 
 
~Brian Jefferson
This poem be not mine,
but I felt as if it needed to be shared.
Kaylana Brown Apr 2013
Land of the Dead

Broken and lost, 
walking upon the road of the forgotten.
I hear the Land of the Dead calling.
Shall I answer or shall I decline?
Which shall I do?
I answer.
Beauty, it's carrier.
Scars, it's pride.
Sorrow, it's food.
Land of the Dead, a place of no smiles, 
a place of sorrow, a place 
of darkness, a place for me. 
Hunted I was, a lamb to the slaughter.
Descending, falling, deeper into a descent 
I cannot stop, but saved by another.
Another, who managed to bring me back, another whom I fell in love with, another who cannot and never will be replaced.
It was a feeling then it became a poem
Kaylana Brown Apr 2013
There was a struggle, 
there was a life lost.
   A wife left without a husband,
a child without a father.
  Many a tear was shed that day. 
  A loved one, lost.
 God's child, home. 
  At once we lay him down
   to rest, he fought bravely 
and honors the country 
faithfully alongside the best.
I just want to say thank you to all, all whom have fought to protect and keep out country safe.

— The End —