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I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
CGW 11h
Down inside of me something untouchable preludes my grace.
Leaves falling down like Chopin's Nocturne op.9 No. 2.
Through the looking glass a sail boat touches your watery eyes.
Standing by you.
Life is in the vine.
Hues of darkness against the light.
A thousand lifetimes in the flash of your smile.
Swan flight in the open field.
Breathe in and breathe out.
The softness your smile against the cold ice of death.
How does beauty and grace carry on even after death.
Up above in the clouds,
floating down down a creek
till the tree of knowledge is reached.
The tree of all life.
That which yields the ability to choose.
Lily 14h
I want to go some place where
Nobody judges me for what I look like;
My race, my hair color, my skin tone, body shape.
I want to go some place where
Everybody always lifts each other up,
Compliments them on the little things that
Make them feel like somebody is actually watching,
That somebody actually cares.
I want to go some place where I can have my freedoms,
And do the things I love to do without restraint.
I want to go some place where I can laugh
And no one will say my laugh is ugly, or witch-like, or fake.
I want to go some place where internal beauty is appreciated
More than external beauty,
And where compassion, honesty, respect, and intelligence
Are more important than what shoes you wear or
How you do your hair.
I want to go some place where love is not taken for granted,
But granted brand new and fresh every day.
My only question is,
Can a place be a person?
She lays down
in bed-sheets red and retreats into her mind
agonizing over answers to questions,
answers she will never find.
This isn’t the first time.

The sun and the moon waltz through the skies
watched through clouded eyes
the pair reminds her how alone she feels inside,
the disconnect that’s in her mind.
It won’t be the last time.

The wind batters her with rain
she is tired, broken… ashamed.
She doesn’t know your name and you don’t know hers,
it’s time for that to change. Loneliness is the bastion of the mind,
don’t look for answers you will never find.
The whirring ceiling fan first sound I heard,
Low hum of traffic outside my window,
Pictures on my wall still bleary and blurred,
Cheek warm and damp from head on my pillow.

This is the moment when life awakens,
Senses still calibrated to my dreams,
Haven’t yet moved but feeling I’m shaken,
Wrapped in the embrace of the world’s extremes.

Beauty! You can’t be escaped or denied!
Beauty! Once seen you will never depart!
Beauty! You came and I locked you inside!
Beauty! You are what I see with my heart!

Beauty! Here from sunsets to sunrises!
Beauty! You! Who my love realizes!
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Jme Love 16h
She Is
The beauty in the sunset you just have to stop and watch.

She Is
The fascination while standing at a waterfall.

She Is
The awe when looking into the desert sky at night.

She Is
Your wings when you are ready to take flight.

She Is
That excitement you get

She Is
That peace of mind

She Is
What keeps you going every single time

She Is
A part of your heart and always in your thoughts

She Is
A special kind of love that cant be bought

She Is
Always by your side she knows you are the one keeping her spirit alive

She Is
Your baby girl your angel your one and only

She Is
Your beautiful daughter

She Is
LOVIE

   JL♥
A special request write for a friend who lost her daughter long before we met.
City lights
Emulating
Moonlight
Divided highways
Lead foot
Chasing midnight
Accelerated thoughts
Crisp breeze
Rear view mirror hindsight
You deserve better
Than a runaway
Trusting only
Her headlights

© JL Smith
_

the joys
of being lost
are the beauty
and the mystery
you chance upon
_


rob kistner © 2018
Brief contemplation.
My god, your beauty is bright
I can see the halo radiating
though the clouds at night
my heart hastily pulsating

whenever we're in the same room
my eyes only gravitate towards you
I recognize that lovely ambrosial perfume
when you glance, my cheeks take a different hue

I have immortalize you through my poems
but I rather spend this mortal life
basking in your lissome arms
a drop of you cures all my strife

I want you in the flesh instead of dreams
but any thought of you is okay by me
look how the moon thinly beams
highlighting my idiosyncrasy

You move my pen, dear
and you don't even know it
to you I owe this writing career
and I am scared that I might blow it
Tronel 1d
Flowers make anything beautiful. That's why we have them at funerals.
Flowers can also die.. Remember that beauty is in your eye.
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