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Dr Strange Apr 2015
I wish my life was fairytales and rainbows
I wish everything would fall in place like it was meant to
I wish I had the strength to never let her go
To hold her tight in my arms as if we melted into one

But that's just not the way my life goes

No, my life is difficult
Nothing ever goes the way it was meant to
There are no rainbows or tooth fairies in my reality
My dreams are that of war and casualties

I wish I lived in a different world
I wish I could make everyone proud of me
I wish I could walk with pride in my chest
Never letting the worse get a hold of me

But that's just not the way my life goes

In actuality I am weak
On the floor searching for the scrapes of dignity
My chest is flat because all pride has deserted me
The worse is always getting a hold of me

I wish I was strong you see
Flying high in the clouds above me
But like I stated before
That's just not the way my life goes
Laurent Apr 2015
When you have only Love
It won't come to you
With the only resource
Than always believing.

You are unable to listen
The sound from her soul,
As a single word,
As a single reason,
And single relief,
To convince your broken heart.

So, you understand nothing
But the strength to love,
Don't keep it in your hope,
And cease to live in this painful world,
Because you have to love yourself before..
I'm glad I got the chance to know you
You were always there for us
In the good times and bad times
You always knew just what to say and do.

Comforting us whenever we needed you,
we could talk about anything.
No matter how good or how bad things were,
I knew we could count on you

When we got married you were there
when I wrote my book, you were proud of me.
When I got sick or if I got hurt,
you were there and made me feel better.

You always had a great sense of humor,
even when you were at your worst.
I'll always cherish the great times we had,
at the farm and at holiday time.

I'll remember all the homemade dinners,
that you cooked for us
Whenever we were there, on the farm,
and the good and bad things you shared with us.

Thank you for letting me in,
and thank you for being you.
No matter how anyone looks at it,
You will always be my second mom.

Thank you for all of your love and support,
you were the best second mom I could ever have.

I love you with all my heart,
and I will always miss you!!!

Denise Seymour
March 26th, 2015
This poem is in honor of my mother-in-law who has passed away on March 25th, 2015. She had liver cancer, and was given less than a week to live, but somehow managed to survive for over a month, since her final diagnosis.

This is that last thing she wrote, 1 week before she passed:

I've been ill. Time to begin the hard work of learning to walk again and clearing the puddly out of my brain.

Thank god family and friends are pulling me through slowly but surely.
You may get good care at the hospital, you will get good care from Hospice, but none of it equals the care from family.
John, no complaints ever, has kept me clean, dry, fed,even if I could or would only eat two bites.
Jane's cool hand, love and soothing voice are reassuring.
Chad as usual gave his steady support keeping us on the rails.
Bill and Denise looked for a cure with continued support and love.
Grandsons Dustin and Drew gave great comforting love, support and priceless knowledge.
Last but never least Kasey and Isaac, thank you for your love and support as your studies would allow.
A special thank you to the Seymour, Terrill , White, Smith and Shoen families. They always knew what to do and when to do it. Also to my island buddy Pam Ross, cousin. Friends Bill and Sue Cain and the Hurd Family.
The worst I've learned about myself through this is that, lying in bed doing nothing is definitely NOT my forte. The long dark hours of night will turn on you and if you're not careful, "I can't" may turn to "I don't want to."
The best I've learned is how good a shower can feel, using your own commode, the ability to walk two steps and having the strength to **** a straw.
I've a hard road to a hopefully descent recovery. (For a while anyway) Thank you all for the hand you are playing in it.
Too bad our wounded warriors must fight these battles daily.



She battled with every fiber of her being, everyday, just to get up, and she didn't like lying in bed all day, doing nothing.



The sad part about this, is that when we visited her for the last time, she wanted everyone to say their last good-byes to her. She went from the brink of death, within a week, to rebound, just long enough to thank everyone for supporting her through her illness.

The photo that you see above, is a photo of my mother-in-law, taken back around Christmas time in 2013. She was a very happy woman, with lots of love to share. I miss her already.
Kevy Almighty Feb 2015
Please don't waste my time.
You feel me?

Don't make me feel special,
and tell me things
that you know I wanna hear,
but you don't really mean it.
You feel me?

Don't get me trip.
I mean head over heels crazy,
to the point where I'll do anything for you
if you know that you aint'  feeling the same.
You feel me?

Don't tell me that you love me.
Don't call me 'baby' or 'bae'
if I aint the only one.
You feel me?

Don't tell me that you want 'us'
If you don't understand that the concept of 'us' is 1+1
just you and I and nobody else.
You feel me?

But most importantly,
think of your loved ones.  
Would you like them to be treated the way you treat me?

Just be honest.
Don't say you can commit if you know you can't.
Don't break someone because of your issues.
You feel me?
Moral: Treat people the way you want to be treated.
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
Poetry,
Written with
Ink, diluted
with Ego
Is a
Lost Art
And the
Pen loses
Its sheen
Only blemishes
On paper
Poetry is
Honesty
Dark n Beautiful Jan 2015
We gave because we feel that we must
We gave because we know it’s the right thing to do
We gave because we were corner into giving
We gave from the kindness of our hearts

Giving is not always a fear exchange.
occasionally we get shortchange
Giving is a guilty conscience: you give me something
I have to return the favor. Some givers like to
stay out of the limelight:  that’s me
it’s best way out :  no acceptance speech

No you
“shouldn’t have,
it was so generous of you
You are so kind to think of me".

Giving is like uncut rough diamond,
it never sparkles until it polish
A diamond was believed to protect the wearer from the Devil, as well as the Plague: Quote

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Dr Strange Dec 2014
Dare I say flawless
Dare I say beautiful
Dare I say a dream come true
Have you figured it out yet,
I speak of you
These roses are red
Those violets are blue
But you...
Well you are something far beyond just being true
You are a creature of my imagination
Yet, you exist in reality
You are neither an angel nor a demon,
But something in between the two
Your voice is that of a sirens'
Every word you say has the perfect pitch of the perfect tone
Music to my awakened ears
Your eyes appear to be stars in the enriched skies
Your smile an oasis of pure unimaginable beauty
Then there is just you as a whole
you are...something I can't explain
You're smart,talented,and just fun to be around
A girl like deserve something no mere man can offer
Something no one wants to willingly give
So listen to me and take my hand
Let's walk off into the sunset together
Looking forward to the future leaving the past behind
I give to you this with great ease
I give you the keys to my beating heart
I'd like to dedicate to a very special girl in my life, though she is not mine. I soon hope to claim her a such sometime soon in the future
sunshine Dec 2014
She fell in love.
not because of the words or gifts.
she fell in love with the way he would breathe.
She fell in love with those beautiful brown eyes.
she fell in love with the way she could look into them all day and still be intrigued.
She fell in love with the way that he held her.
she fell in love with the way that his lips felt pressed against hers.
she fell in love with the way that he carried himself.
She fell in love with his passion.
She fell in love with the way he looked at her.
she fell in love with his beautiful smile.
she fell in love with his laugh.
She fell in love with the way he cared for everyone.
She fell in love with the way he made her feel.
she fell in love and prayed for forever.
gilliandisco Nov 2014
He describes me as a snowflake: whimsical and quickly lost.
He describes me as the first raindrop: fast to arrive, yet just as fast to leave.
He describes me as a scar: carefully placed and forever to stay.
He describes me as a hand written letter: unique and rarely found.
He describes me as many things:
but never "His."
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