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  Jul 2016 LexiSully
Janae Marie
She's a garden of gentle strength,
raised from rose gardens,
raised from fields.

She mutters soft words that move mountains
and hums songs that mold hearts.
She's a girl that cannot be held for too long,
who changes the world with a kiss,
with a stare.

How can she, peppered with scars,
followed by night, be so warm?
And perhaps her skin isn't soft for what would that do in war?
And her nails are clipped short
But she has never frozen, never ran cold in her hot veins.

A girl from wisdom, feet planted in the dirt:
dainty, soft; powerful, strong.
  Jun 2016 LexiSully
Melissa S
He held himself with a somber sadness
His massive shoulders sagged to the floor
As if something at his center had just given up
Perhaps life dealt him a bad deck of cards
or perhaps he had just got some very bad news
That is when I noticed the picture at the table
Sitting at his right in his favorite corner booth
was an old picture of a very lovely woman
Come to find out later this was his beloved wife
They were married for 55 wonderful years
She passed away in 2009 but that did not stop him
He still dines with her every day
and kisses her picture every night
He talks to this picture like she is right there with him
Now that is true love my friends  <3   <3
After seeing this picture was just drawn to write a little something. If you are interested in the picture and the story behind this poem click on this link  http://www.foxnews.com/leisure/2014/10/29/photos-elderly-man-eating-lunch-with-picture-deceased-wife-goes-viral/

** True love does not worry about the distance between, for the heart and soul travels through one’s words ~ author unknown **
  Jun 2016 LexiSully
Misty Meadows
Expected with lateness,
Destined for greatness.
My flavors are true,
So I hope you can taste this.

Live as a winner,
But roses do wither.
Was born in the winter,
I'll die with a shiver.
  Jun 2016 LexiSully
SøułSurvivør
there are some out there
who have never felt

~~< truly loved >~~

i know that i feel like
that at times

i feel like a motherless child

unloved
unappreciated
unhappy

---[ needy ]---

if you feel this way
please know that i can
RELATE

that's why it is my
constant prayer
that i can

===《love unconditionally》===

no matter who it is
or how i've been
treated in the past

"love thy enemy"

if you love your friends only
how can that help the world?
****** and Stalin
probably did the same

i had a realization long ago
(after accepting Christ in my heart)

we have a hairbreadth of time
on this earth
you never really know a person's history
how they've been hurt

~~< perhaps they hurt just like you >~~

they may be bitter
cynical
vengeful
wrathful

LASHING OUT

have you ever felt that way before?
perhaps you can control your
emotions more successfully

maybe they feel UNLOVED and can't handle it

maybe
just maybe
they have a

TERRIBLE ETERNAL DESTINY!

don't you think they need some

~~< love & compassion >~~

TOO?


♡ Catherine ♡
  Jun 2016 LexiSully
Janae Marie
When it's dark in the city,
I like to take off my glasses so that everything blurs together
And I can't tell where the lines start and end.

It's like the world becomes a painting,
One with globs of oil coming off the canvas
And you can make it look like anything you want it to be. 


And if I twist my neck around, 
I can see everything that I can imagine.
Like one where someone is in love with me and if I don't want blood under my tongue, 
There doesn't have to be.

One where I can walk surely and I don't have to take off my glasses to feel safe.


I can touch the halos around the street lamps with my fingertips because of the peaks of paint and I can sleep at night because of the dark sky. 
Sometimes you are there and sometimes I am alone and the same painting can mean a million things.

A million beautiful things if I let it.
LexiSully Jun 2016
Greased with shades of black, green, and brown,
Furrowing eyebrows with developing beads of sweat rolling down,
Curving lips resembling only the slightest frown,
My father's face is alive and alert

Calming eyes looking towards the ground,
Closed lips not even whispering a sound,
A perfect example to those all around,
My father's face is reverent

Squinting eyes seemingly glowing red,
Thoughts more visible outside the head,
Alarming looks whispering, "You're dead,"
My father's face is about to explode

Smiling eyes holding memories from over the years,
Talking lips to help guide away from fears,
Caring eyebrows making the worries disappear,
My father's face is tender and caring

Sparkling eyes that glint with moving cheek,
Infectious laughter making others squeak,
Radiant smile seeming nothing short of unique,
My father's face is the happiest face of all.
Thank you for everything Dad. Happy Dad's Day, I love you.
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