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It's not for all
Only a select few
Born with a gift,
But devoted daily
To refining it, too

My writers, my poets
This Ode is for you
Who pound fists upon desks,
Crumble paper into *****
When our words feel askew

Our kryptonite, Achilles' heel
Writer's block--If our readers only knew
Ravaging our brain for hours,
Studying fellow authors' work
For inspiration--a breakthrough

"Ah! Now it flows"
Placing pen upon paper
"No, that's no good"
Tear it, rip it, shred it
To pieces

But don't give up,
Don't get too down on yourself
Though a perfectionist, grammar ****
Believe in your words--
Worthy of the Best Sellers' shelf

For my dear friends and fellow poets
Unaware of your words reach
Remember where you started,
But understand your power--
Touching lives of so many you many never meet

© JL Smith
the x wife calls
tells me the children miss me.
her voice
a mirror of broken glass
fragments falling into
the touch of sadness
from her fingers
the soft laughter
of her eyes like a candle
in the night

tonight
twilight comes to play
whispering in my night
quick as life
I hear the sadness
quick as life
I can hear the regret

I 've wounded you

I can only be
what I was
meant to be

I am the candle without the wick

excuse me, i tell her, i've got to go.
I was Choke to affirmity
In a compromising stance
A course of no regrets
A desire that's undeniable

What a pleasant mood
Unquenching thirst of fun
With a Lap tempting dance
ah, An engulf emotion
But Short lived moment

Wasn't I choked by illusion
A virtual love blinded by lustful vision
An undeniable motive of wanting
Of an unquenching thirst for ******  
A portrait of seductive curvy outlook
The craving moment of deception
A fake composure of deceit
The abstruse feeling of the unreal

Behold, a regrettable nostalgic
Of a fallen memories
Of the affirmed mood
Of virtual affection
Of the past that came to hunt.
Got hooked up in a party, which I can't deny the happy activated mood but at a point, my past memory of sort  destroyed my moments...
As a Teen
My path programed as a watchword
Lonely Monitored to be guided
Less worrisome
Maybe, because
I got experienced guardian

As a teenager
My path shared not to whole
Briefly monitored and barely guided
Bit worrisome to strive
Maybe, because
I seize to prove independent

As a youth
My path interweave with my career
Total responsibility to guide
Though worrisome when unplanned
Maybe, because
I penned my progress on it

As an Adult
My path for a companion
An illusion not to be guided by pretense
A worrisome challenge
Maybe, because
Love fades away as life progresses
Life is a progress,  a progress of actualization although if you are lucky, your path will be less stressful. Guardian love fades as we show confident.
Like A Star,
Her eyes twinkles
In a twilight Sky,

Echoing a soundless vibes
Her soul speaks
A thousand thoughts

The wishes in the sky
The dreams  in her thoughts

She draws a connection
To shine as the sunrises.
Live a life of impact, connect with the forces of the universe to unlock power of self actualization.
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