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You used to be my reason,
to get up every morning.
You are gone now, you aren't around,
you left me without a warning.

You are now my reason,
to go asleep every night.
Nightmares and scars,
disappointment when I wake,
your words hurt when we fight.

I go asleep, hoping to never wake up,
You are the reason for that.
I can't smile, I hope this doesn't last a while,
your lies you told me were fat.

~sf/jd
When I want to
Embrace
The pouring
Rain

The Sun
Comes out
Warm rays
Shining on
My face
Every single time...
Well, it's handy for gatherings. XD
I could see myself staying for you. You make this place worth it. I can see myself waking up to you and falling sleep n your arms for as long as you let me.

I know I’m a mess. I know I have many cracks that haven’t seen- you know this too. But for some reason you still think I’m perfect. I want to show you every scar and tell you every story while you wipe every tear. While you tell me that you love me and kiss me all over.

I’ve never felt more beautiful and it makes me so afraid. But I’m no longer afraid of loves pain. Because a burn from you would still be beautiful.

I don’t know how long you will put up me and my yelling or my crying or my jealousy. But I want to change; I want to be better for you. I want to be better for myself. I lost you once I hardly knew you but those days were awful.

I feel like  I’ve known you forever and my hands were waiting to fit with yours. My lips were always longing for you. Like you were the reason my heart always felt a little empty.

Yet now I’m finally full. You feed me with love and I want to to bloom from your light.
 Sep 2013 Shari Forman
raiindrops
You can never understand, how much courage it takes for one to end their life;
The thought of putting everything to an end and not wanting to exist anymore.
And yet, some people say it's selfish of them to do and act that way.

What's saddening is the fact that one could feel so much pain in themselves,
That they see death as the only way out;
The fact that one would rather die than to be who they are.

Some people are able to try, and perhaps, see some light in their life
But for someone who attempted suicide, seeing it as the only way out,
It's as though their world is completely dark and they've lost all hope to live anymore.

Attempting suicide is the act of wanting to die.
And dying is the end of existence, an end, the point of no return.

What makes you think you have the right to criticize their act, and
What makes you think you are so sure that there is another way out,
When you aren't even sure who you are and how do you feel?

R
TWO loves had I. Now both are dead,
And both are marked by tombstones white.
The one stands in the churchyard near,
The other hid from mortal sight.

The name on one all men may read,        
And learn who lies beneath the stone;
The other name is written where
No eyes can read it but my own.

On one I plant a living flower,
And cherish it with loving hands;      
I shun the single withered leaf
That tells me where the other stands.

To that white tombstone on the hill
In summer days I often go;
From this white stone that nearer lies
I turn me with unuttered woe.

O God, I pray, if love must die,
And make no more of life a part,
Let witness be where all can see,
And not within a living heart.
"Have high standards
and no expectations."
Secret Of The Soul

Im opening up a window
In the center of my soul
So all the world can finally see
This secret that I hold

This secret that I share with you
Is precious to my heart
Hidden for so very long
That I dont know where to start

My secret tells a story
Of two soul's lost in time
And of a love that has been found
Between your heart and mine

A secret life of loving you
Hiding feeling deep inside
While knowing what I wanted most
Was to have you by my side

As tender mercy turns the page
I  know now  it is time
I will spend my future in your arms
And start a brand new life

So im openimg up a window
In the center of my soul
So all the world can finally see
This secret that I hold


Carl Joseph Roberts
This poem was written with the help and encouragement of Mike Hauser. He tried to break me out of my sappy love poems but apparently I am just a helpless romantic and fell back into my sure and true style..lol. Little changes Mike little changes and I break out in about one in ten poems. Also Bob Browning contributed a few changes in lines to make this more smooth. This is  what I call asking for help and receiving it when you have a block and need a push. Great thanks to Mike and Bob for this help.
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