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jeffrey conyers Mar 2016
So given.
So revealing.
So real.
So truth.
All the qualities of you.
Unselfishly you gave.
Gave your all to me.
So unselfishly.

Many look to you.
Offer kind description of us.
But none can pen point the depth of your love.

Unselfishly you gave.
Gave more than i could ever ask for?
Many deserve someone like you to love.

So unselfishly.
jeffrey conyers Dec 2013
Give unselfishly, without regrets.
A feeling will come over you that you won't ever forget.

Remember this.
And take the following words to heart.
For truthfully, this is where the true really did start.

For GOD so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten SON,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

Yes, nothing compares to the gift he gave.
Our brings joy.
His brings attention to us to be saved.

Yes, God gave the greatest gift.

So unselfishly He gave.
So unselfishly Christ mother accepted that calling.
Yes, she had questions.
Yes, she was amazed.

Never regret giving.
It determine so much about your heart.
jeffrey conyers May 2014
The answer is apparent.
Which means not transparent.
Who loves you unselfishly?
A child.

They can't figure why they shouldn't?
Even when their disputes among the parents.
Many times the things they think negative about the other.
Boils not coming from the father or the mother.

Who loves you inmensely?
A child.

Notice those that adores those that treated them cruel.
Notice those that loves them when abandon.
Why many of us question that reason?
Many times only God know that answer.
Which brings up the word forgiveness.

Who loves you unselfishly?
When you place them on punishment to correct them.
A child.

Who loves you unselfishly with a smile?
A child.
Who lives to make their mother or father or both proud?
A child.

In each one, you'll see yourself.
Even those parents living in denial.
Who can't admit?
You once acted just like them.
When you see the things they do.
And others point that situation out to you.


Who says?
They love you.
Just to be saying these words to you.
A child.

Never wonder, why they are a blessing?
jeffrey conyers Nov 2015
Given to you unselfishly.
Given to you so kindly.
Not to be hurt.
Not to be used incorrectly.

Cherish the love someone gives you.
Adore the feelings offered you.
Admire the one loving you.

Life goes through various bumps in the road.
Except happiness holds more than we ever know.


Cherish the love that cherish you.
Adore the one that's adoring you.
Admire the one admiring you.

And you find love that truly enlighten you.
You stepped
Deep into
  The waters
   Of my soul

Patiently you searched
For the precious
     Stone

You found it
Warmed it
  Caressed it
And gave it
  To me
Unselfishly
  As a gift

And now
  It is ours
    And we call it
        Love
Egalad Apr 2014
Without the angry fetters of tangled heart-strings
You will breathe constant like the rising and falling tide does for the shifting moon


Should they wish it.
Kaye B Anderson Oct 2015
What a sad creature you are.
Stuck in your ways.
We don't know you well, but you think you know us.
What type of life have you lived that made you this way.
There are people out there that come from broken homes, tortured, and deprived of the necessities to live a healthy normal life and if they do end up escaping their very unfortunate situations they live, they love, although not exactly the same as their more fortunate peers, they live and love life.
And here you are, counting the negatives in your life,
most of which have been self-manifested,
here you are, forgetting to count your blessings; and even disguising some of your blessings with hate and sorrow.

Don't be sorry, change.
Don't be confused, think.
Think about it; what do you get out of chasing the same tail you have been chasing round in circles for all these years?
No, I am not saying you are a dog,
but what I am trying to say is: you are a human, so use the mental capacity that you have to really think about what you're doing, and what you have done; think, and change.

A penny dropped, a pebble thrown, life is full of mistakes,
but in a moment, a pondering moment, blessings they may come.
Live with love, forgive yourself, for all that you have done.

Let it go...

       Let it go...

Everyday, every moment, you have been given a second chance at life, is this how you choose live it?
Arke Jun 2018
find a lover who writes you sonnets
who uses the darkest flecks of your eyes as ink
and the shades of your skin as paper
writing along the edges of your wrists and arms
with tongue and teeth
with purpose, truth, and love

find a lover whose heart sings to yours
a pianissimo summer sonata, dolce
using their words sotto voce against your ear
melodiously humming against your body
with their lips pressed to your neck
with passion, fire and tenderness

find a lover who creates art
using line weight in colloquy and canvas alike
to paint you with diamonds, as they see you
watch them carve your essence
with rainbows and pearls
with intensity, feeling, and beauty

find a lover who gives to you
who presents all the joys of life
unselfishly and without expectation
and when they give freely and openly
ensure that you, too, become a lover
who writes, sings, creates, and returns
Amour de Monet May 2014
Your light is beautiful,
and mine is glum.
In your eyes, I find
sensations my estranged blood
has never felt—
to touch, to love…
a soul unselfishly,
for no other reason than to love.

I want to place my frostbit hands
upon your beating chest
and ****** you away,
or might I chain your hands
and take you with me.

I could pull you into my gale,
a hostage of my lonely curiosity,
but I’m afraid—so afraid that your light
will fill the empty, gaping blackness,
and your gentle breaths
will calm my feral winds.

You alone will effortlessly transpose
the thunder of my bones,
and I will assent that only your nearness
can bring the calm to the eye of my storm.

But what follows when you
tire of breaking my weathers?
When your chains rust into reddish ash
and I can no longer keep you, my love?

I can’t imagine this place will ever be
as fair as it was with you,
and I can only foresee that
which will become of me.

For when the day does break,
and I find myself alone,
when the silence of your absent lungs
deafens my troubled mind,
my storm will surge again.

And as the black clouds surround,
I will bring my withered hands
before me and remove the foolish eyes
that once lost themselves in you.

So there are two sunken holes
inside my skull.

I will cut through my sternum
and rip my dour heart from my chest.
I will undress from my flesh
and pull the nerves you once caressed.

And my naked soul will dig a grave
and settle into the dark.
i am tired.... and i am a mess... and i am all things love and darkness at the moment. something has left me cold. i should rewrite this one day... when i'm more mind and less exhaustion.
Heather Mirassou Jun 2010
If you sit beside me
Perhaps you will see

Life is but a dream
Life is full of wonder

And beautiful
Mysterious things

My life is splendid
And lovely to my dismay

It is not without blemish
It is not perfect or in a regretful way

My life is full of golden peaks
Made of heart and soul

An abundance of love
Unselfish and whole souled

In the prime of my life
A humble man set my soul afire

He is my saving grace
My knight-and-shining armor

All these days
You have loved me tenderly

You help fill a childhood void
You love me unconditionally

You love me whole-heartedly
You love me unselfishly

You are compassionate
Sympathetic and kind

You are affectionate
And never to tire of me

I will love you
Eternally
Copyright, Heather Mirassou 6/27/2010
solEmn oaSis Jan 2016
whenever you want to unchoke and talk behind your brain
better be seated, grab your pen and take down note that related spreading  nettle amber grain
question mark your self fondly to lessen your train of pain
collaborate with your tongue unselfishly, so you can have a rainbow without any rain
Sometimes i just always look
like this..." i say what i think "
especially through my ink!
Andre Feb 2019
Being a girl is hard,
But our struggle is most evident in our teenage years,
We struggle to keep up with society, and what it wants,
And most of us lose ourselves trying to become someone we are not,
We are too eager to fit in,
That we forget to love ourselves first,

and this is why,

I am writing this to you,

To the girl who lost herself trying to be someone she wasn’t,
the girl who's too ashamed of the way she looks,
the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
feel enough,
the girl who forgot how to smile,
the girl who cries her eyes out every night,
the girl who is so terrified to try,
the girl who feels different from others,
the girl who wants to save every other soul first, and leaves hers for last,
the girl whose heart, blood and soul run wild,
the girl who wishes to be perfect,
the girl that doesn't know what she wants,

You are so much more than the imperfections in your skin,
don’t waste your life being stressed, believe me, it’ll all work out,
you need to be strong,
cry your heart out,
but stop,
your tears are too worthy,
make them rare, for the real times you’ll need them,
try to love yourself first, then someone else,
your future is not defined by your past,
Darling nobody is perfect,
Don’t believe what they tell you when they judge you,
You know who you are, don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are beautiful.
You are capable of achieving anything you put your mind to,
Because you are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.

And now I write this to you,
old self,

To the girl who was so ashamed of the way she looked,
the girl who cried in front of her mirror because she didn't
like what she saw,
the girl who forgot how to smile all because she was too worried about what other's might think,
the girl who cried her eyes out every night,
the girl who was so terrified to try,
the girl who felt like an outsider,
the girl who saved every soul she met and left hers for last,
the girl who couldn't accept herself, and wished to be perfect,
the girl who's still figuring it out,

I am happy you were able to look past all those insecurities,
they only held you back from bringing out the best in you,
I'm happy you’ve been able to find yourself through all this darkness,
and now I hope,
you put yourself first,
it isn’t selfish,
it is root,
to be true to yourself.
jeffrey conyers Nov 2012
She loves unselfishly.
Unlike men that keeps score.
She gives unselfishly.
Unlike men that seeks more

Her worth in a man's life is priceless.
Higher than a diamond or even a ruby.
When confronted with real love of a man.
She can only do him good.
For behind every good man.
There stands a great woman.

He trust her.
He will spoil her.
But love he will see only in her.

She is a gift to a man life.
And only increase the gift of love to him.
She's the plant that makes love grows.
She's that fruit that multiplies.
That only a good man would know.

He suffer with her.
As she suffer with him.
He cares for her.
As she cares for him.
Just maybe a little more.
She's the one he'll forever adore.

She has the power to request it.
And from her man she will receive it.
It's all in the power of her love.

For, what her man is in others eyes?
You can confirm the honor came from her.
She's a remarkable woman of wonder.

In her wisdom and kindness resides.
She truly blessed.
And her good man constantly praises her

She respected.
She is loved.
She places all her faith in Him above.
Many men attends church because of her.

And if they don't.
They do know Him through the faith of her.
A virtous woman is constantly loved.
jeffrey conyers Jun 2013
She gave her love unselfishly.
Just requiring to be love.

But a man is a hunter.
They search for so much more.
Just ask a good woman.

She gave her heart so unselfishly.
Just requiring to be love.
Only to be hurt in ways she never thought of.

Love, it isn't a bad thing.
It's because of it that many lovers don't go totally insane.

But a man is like a roamer.
Offer the chance to act upon a challenge from another woman.
A few fools accepts it.
Just ask a good woman.

Cause, what she once thought was true and real?
Soon like a magician with tricks saw her true love just disappear.
So, she knows about the dreams of a new love.

She once thought the same way.
Ember Evanescent Nov 2014
Dear TheEndOfForever

I’ve read your poems.

All of them.

You seemed like the type of writer who has a writing style worth reading every single one of their works.

I liked as many as I had time for but after a while I just read because I got lost in the words you wrote.

I just want you to know that I would have loved to have liked them all (if I had more time).

I don’t know you personally, but I read your poetry and I believe you are a very emotionally brave person.

Sounds like you have been through a lot.

Lots of it sounds similar to what I’ve been through, but we have all got stories to tell.

The unpretty kind.

I just thought I’d let you know that you are the externally as well as internally pretty kind of person.

Unpretty things tend to happen to those types of people.

It sounds like you have been scarred in many ways, the way many have, but it is just as horrible.

It hurts my heart to think that you have been in pain because you are a truly phenomenal poet.

Lots of your poetry contains powerful and agonizing emotions.

Tales of heartbreaking experiences and incidents.

Beautifully written, but beautifully tragic as well.

I took some of my favorite lines of your poetry and responded to them.

I just want you to know, you are recognized, acknowledged, admired, commended, and loved as a poet by me.

I hope this doesn’t freak you out, but I just want you to know that your poetry is one of the few that has truly affected me inside and inspired me.

I am proud to know you as a fellow poet.
Know that you are beautiful inside (judging by your poetry) and I don’t know if that profile picture is you or not for sure but if it is, outside as well.
Honestly though, I don’t care about how beautiful other people are externally.

You are a very strong person to have survived through everything your poetry depicts and anything else you haven’t shared.

I admire you for being introverted and so accepting of yourself that way.

You are a lovely person and poet.

Stay strong.

<3



You don't bother to check me, though you must have your suspicions
I never wear the proper clothes for these ungodly conditions
Its hot as hell but I love my long sleeves
What more proof do you need than these?
-TheEndOfForever

I’ve been there. It hurts when they are oblivious because it is as if they don’t care but just know that not knowing and not caring are two different things. Since you posted this poem, I know that you have an scarring secret to hide. You are brave to keep it secret. Also, relatable and incredible writing. I love these phrases.




I am the dark one,
And the dark one is me.
-TheEndOfForever

Darkness is beauty as far as I am concerned. Magnificent poetic line.




I'm nothing worth holding onto
You would drown trying to keep me afloat
-TheEndOfForever

I think you are worth holding onto. Some people are worth drowning for. You seem like one of them. Still, powerful imagery and metaphor. What an extraordinary idea to introduce.





Listen, I'm sorry
-TheEndOfForever

You are very brave and strong to be saying you are sorry for something. I admire you for that especially since I struggle with sorrys. It takes a small person to latch on to pride and never say they are sorry. It takes courage to admit being wrong or remorse. I applaud you for this. Also, relatable and raw poetry. Lovely line.




My love for you is just too much,
So this burden, I won't share
-TheEndOfForever

So achingly relatable. You are so, so beautifully selfless to protect them out of love, sacrificing your own relief of sharing your burden and carrying it alone just to unselfishly save them the pain. I absolutely adore this poetic phrase.






Dear TheEndOfForever,

Thank you for writing these exquisite works of art made out of words and emotions.

You are a compliment to the art of poetry.

You have inspired me and amazed me.

From one poet to another: You. Are. Beautiful. Inside. And. Out.
So is your poetry. <3



~Love~

-Ember
CHECK OUT THEENDOFFOREVER'S POETRY IT IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!
louis gander Apr 2017
The morning dew settles
like tears on rose petals.
They cry out for time to return -
and beckon lost seasons
of God-given reasons
as sad notes on my guitar yearn.

You're queen of the givers.
It brings to me shivers
that I was so selfishly made.
Your name defines 'humble'
as my words now crumble
on flowers that I now invade.

Your hands were like Heaven,
unselfishly given,
beyond just the people you knew -
from city to country,
from wealthy to hungry -
and all of the rest of us too.

As butterflies flutter,
I still try to utter
some truth of your beautiful love.
But now, it is just us -
and words don't bring justice
as sunlight spills down from above.

Those simple deflections
of sunlight's reflections
now glimmer like diamonds at play -
in memories briefly
that I see routinely
as if they were just yesterday.

I am not deserving
of all I'm observing
in memories coming to mind -
surrounded by perfume
with roses in full bloom
recalling that you were most kind.

I'll always remember
that freezing December
when I erred and brought you to tears.
When you found me straying,
for me, you were praying -
and over the many long years.

Some mothers are brand new,
but none can compare to
my rose-petal mother, that's true.
While laughter was looming,
our smiles were blooming.
There's none other better than you.

I do so adore you -
shall always continue.
I'd never trade you for another.
Up deep from the earth-plow,
what words can I sing now?
I love you, my rose-petal mother.

Alive still, your caring,
through rose petal sharing.
So many, I can't see them all.
Afloat on the breezes,
each rose petal eases
the pain of the weak as they fall.

Your petals continue
to live on without you.
They float around ever so free.
Like soft downy feather,
I don't wonder whether
some petals will fall upon me.

It's not at all easy
to sing thoughts so deeply
when sung with my dusty guitar.
I find I've distorted
all good you're recorded.
My rose-petal mother, you are.

And it's not by my choice
I miss hearing your voice,
so moistness now covers my eyes.
With fingers still strumming
I hear myself humming
while words get choked up in my cries.

With eyes very blurry
I'm now in no hurry
to vacate this most sacred place.
I can't be more lonely.
I wish I could only
receive one more loving embrace.

I love you so deeply
that when I am sleepy
see rose petals filling the sky.
My rose-petal mother,
my rose-petal mother,
I'll see you in Heaven...  Bye bye.

©2017 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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jeffrey conyers Nov 2012
You like Coke Cola.
I like Pepsi.
You like Sprite.
I like 7up.

You like Crush.
I like Mountain Dew.
We totally the opposite.

No different than many others.

We all hear opposite attracts.
And often disagree.
Just take notes it's for a reason.
Many loves one another unselfishly.
And stay together more than those that disagree.
jeffrey conyers Jul 2012
In my mind.
I envision being your Superman.
With the power to protect your heart.
Like him.
I wants to do it all.

In my mind.
I visualize being Green Arrow.
With my arrow and bow aimed at your heart.
Because like Cupid noticed during his time..
I selected you to have my love.

In my dreams.
I thought about Wonderman.
Which man doesn't want a Wonder Woman.
One that's amazing from head to toe.

In my heart.
I guess I could be Spiderman.
Just catching you within my web trap.
Just pulling you closer.

In my soul.
I just wants to connect to you.
The way many impressive heroes do.

It could be the police.
The fire department workers.
Or just a Good Samaritan.

Whatever style of hero you seek?
I wants you see them all within me.
Because you so unselfishly give your heart to me.
jeffrey conyers Sep 2012
Love stories.
Starring me.
Starring you.
What I do for you?
I do unselfishly.
What you do for me?
You do so unselfishly.

When you are in need.
Without a doubt.
You know you can count on me.
No maybe.
No hoping.
No praying.
You know I be there for you.
That's just what true love requires you to do.

We direct the story.
We produce it too.
It's our love's episode.
Nicole Jul 2016
You are
Positively radiant,
One of the sun's beams
Parting storm clouds
And shining down on
The fields below

You expel sweetness so intense
That you could bloom flowers
In the palm of your hand
But the kindest soul you possess
Leads you to provide them only for others,
unselfishly brightening the world more and more each day

My love, you are the epitome of beauty and passion
Raging against the winds that
Threaten our hearts
But we are warriors,
with love shielding the bullets of hatred
And arrows of ignorance
That try to destroy us

Our love,
one that burns deep as fire
Scorching everything in its path
Only to create more beauty beneath
The ash

Whether we share the same air
Or watch the moon at separate moments
Our hearts still beat the same
Thriving off of tested patience
And locking arms after times of worry
And painful sorrow

My darling, you provide a safe space for my broken soul
Sheltering and nurturing it back
Until I finally feel myself again
I owe you the world, and
one day,
Even if not today,
I will give you everything I am

Our dreams flourish in a hope
I knew not of until you entered my life
One that promises endless kisses, beautiful love, furry kittens, and
Moments that feel like the end
but will never truly be so
Because while those times may trap our minds
Torturing them until we scream in confusion
I guarantee
I will never not love you

Because
you understand my past,
intensify the present,
And help create our future
In your perfect mind

And in your gorgeous ocean eyes,
Deep and infinite,
I will swim forever
For the love of my life
Leonard Green Jul 2013
I wanna be your soul at peace
tranquility, gratifying the discontent with optimism, completely
I wanna be your soul in pain
anguish, suffering the life with tribulations, relentlessly

I wanna be your soul with joy
paradise, capturing the bliss with consideration, continuously
I wanna be your soul in heat
passion, inundating the fantasy with eroticism, imminently

I wanna be your soul with hate
antidote, conquering the disgust with devotion, endlessly
I wanna be your soul at dawn
witness, observing the beauty with admiration, unselfishly

I wanna be, inside out, not the outside in
I wanna be, feelings amp, not the quiet type
I wanna be, love unleashed, not the thick-skinned men
I wanna be, simply one, not the one-half hype
I wanna be, realized dreams, not the wishful wind
I wanna be, living the words, epitomizing love so effortlessly.
I have dreams in my eyes
I have passion in my soul
I am a woman, fierce and bold

I have so much love to give
So many ways I can only wish for you to see
Untamed flames that blaze within me

But, If only you were here tonight.

To make sweet love to you endlessly
To love you unselfishly
To defend you with all that I have, be your music
to keep you smiling whenever you're sad

But, If only you were here tonight.

Holding you ever so tight
..because I'd be the light in your eyes, you my source
of strength in the darkest of nights

But I have accepted the fact, that you will never know
how deep my love for you flows, how much I am addicted
to you, how true love feels, how my body reacts when you
touch me.
If only you were here tonight.

S.B
karen dannette Feb 2013
WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE ALL IS LOST
AND YOU HAVE NOONE ELSE TO COUNT ON, READY TO GIVE IN
ALL OF A SUDDEN, SOMEONE APPEARS
AND IT  CAUSES YOU TO TAKE INVENTORY OF THE  CHARACTER WITHIN

FOR ALL THESE YEARS, I DREAMED OF BEING WITH A REAL PERSON
SOMEONE THAT COULD REALLY ACCEPT ME FOR ME
YOU WERE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT UNSELFISHLY AND LOVING
I HAVE ALWAYS WISHEDTHAT YOUR  LOVE  COULD SET ME FREE

WHILE YOU SLEEP, SOMETIMES I GAZE INTO YOUR SOUL
NOT OFTEN WILL THERE EVER BE
SOMEONE WHO CAN TRULY LOVE AND BE LOVED
ESPECIALLY SOMEONE AS DIFFICULT AS THE LIKES OF ME.

THE DEEPEST EMOTION BURIED FROM A PLACE I'VE NEVER KNOWN
SUDDENLY, I ALL BECOMES SO VERY CLEAR
I'VE BEEN RUNNING FOR SO LONG. WITHOUT AN END IN SIGHT
THAT MY SELF-DECEPTION TURNS FROM COLDNESS TO ABSOLUTE FEAR.

IMAGINING MYSELF IN A TORNADO OF BLISS,
SOMETHING I NEVER THOUGHT I'D FEEL FOR REAL
NO MORE CONFRONTATION OF AGONY OR PAIN
THIS NEW FEELING OF TRUE LOVE STAYS STRONG, FEELING SO SURREAL.

PASSING THROUGH THE TURBULENCE OF THE PAST
USED TO CONFINE ME IN A STATE OF DISTRUST
BUT, NOW ALL THE PUTRID PAST LIES BEHIND ME
ALONG WITH TRUE PASSION WITH LOVE, CONTAINED BY HEAVENLY LUST

SO HERE ALL LIES RIGHT BEYOND THE NOW
SEEKING OUT TRUTH, NO LIES, NEVER WAVERING FROM REALITY
KISSES AND TOUCH, LOVE BEYOND MY BOUNDERIES
KEEPS ME TRULY HAPPY AND WITH NEVERENDING ECSTACY.

I WRITE THESE WORDS TO MAKE YOU SEE
I''LL BE LOYAL AND TRUE TO YOU
THANKING GOD FOR  EVERYTHING GOD BLESSES ME FOR
I USED TO BE LOST, BUT NOW I AM ONE OF THE CHOSEN FEW.

GOODBYE, I SAY, BUT NEVER DO I LEAVE
YOUR MERE PRESENCE PENETRATES MY SOUL
I FIND MYSELF AGAIN, USED TO NEVER RECOGNZE
FINALLY FILLING THE VOID INSIDE ME, FILLING THE IMAGINARY BLACK HOLD.

THE ONLY THING I CAN'T SEEM TO TAKE AWAY TO BRNG ME PEACE
CRIPPLED BY THE PAST, CAN NO LONGER GO ON
I TRDGE ON IN FAITH OLONE AND BY MSELF
AND THE MEMORIES OF THE PAST FIND THEIR WAY OUT AND FOREVER GONE.
jeffrey conyers Aug 2014
Say love you.
And watch some say it too.
Say adore you.
And watch others say that too.

Love one another unselfishly.
Unselfishly love them back.
Hold on to memories.
And memories will last forever.
jeffrey conyers Dec 2012
To love you.
Means to let you go.
Simply release all my feelings to find another to love.

No.
You won't be forgotten.
I'll always remember you.
But it would be selfish to hold on to you.
That seems to be, what prisoners wants to do?

They need a connection to the outside world.
Or they go insane.

You've been everything I want.
And gave unselfishly to me.
But in this plight I'm in.
I'm suggesting that you leave.

This is no Dear Jane letter.
But a release to love another.
With my very best blessing.

At first.
You might fight this.
Then again you might not.
But once you think about it.
You'll realize, why I loved you enough to do this?

It because you deserve more.
Then I possible could give you.
Be happy.
Not sad.
Be thankful.
Not mad.
For you might find the best man you ever had.
Was the man that let you depart.
While holding a deep affection for you in his heart.
jeffrey conyers Jun 2013
I owe many that affected my life.
Many, who gave unselfishly day or at night.

The teacher, the preacher and my neighbors too.
I grew up during a time.
When you knew, who was who?
I even owe my friends, who was a fool?

I owe the people I fell in love with.
Even , if they stayed or left me to myself.

We, who think we are independent?
Fail to realize the help we had along the way.
Ma Cherie Mar 2017
I look at my friend,
and sadness drops an anchor on that heart,
I'm sure it's hoping to port here,
as tears well in her eyes again,
I ask "are you alright lady?"
an you probably,
know the answer was NO.

( My fur baby,
or as I believe-
a spirit animal,
my familiar -
but not for dark witchcraft,
ha, no,
this is just...a ....story ....yeah, a story,
about my Tanley cat )


Cooking dinner oh boy, meatloaf-
chorizo sausage, pork an beef,
and I am distracted in every way,
I refuse to make something that's not,
delicious an with the right ingredients,
anything is possible,
now exhasted and sipping wine-
why he just climbed right up my leg!
"Ouch guy!" as I pull him off my jeans,
looking over at her,
still emotional,
while trying not to seem rude,
"he's so strange"  I chuckle warmly,
I pat his sweet furry head,
and shake my finger at him-
no no darling kitty,
go wait there in your bed.

She forces some kind of smile,
then I look at his eyes,
and he just looks -confused.

I pat his sweet little head again,
rub his chin and pick him up,
I'm just too busy with nightly chores,
to listen to his heart-
at present,
so I walk over to Melissa,
and rub a feeling hand over her back,
trying any words of reason,
but reasoning with a tumultuous heart,
is sometimes impossible,
I know, from experience sigh
I know little Tanley cat
you want to help and I'm sure we will,
I feel her an his angst.

A half hour later, or so-
as my routine feet amble across,
the old an quite cold hardwood floor,
over to a chair against the wall,
where Melissa and the roommate Tom sits
at the bar still playing cards,
a pleasantly surprising game of rummy
though she still can't see in that tunnel,
I make my way,
over to a chair and sit -
at looooong last,

Ahhhhhh....a very deep breath
as eyes close fractionally,
and I sigh deeply for,
taking a well deserved pause,
as my latest invention bubbles,
eagerly in the oven -
as I have still to feed everyone,
Lil Tanley comes to my feet with an offer,
I look down and nod for him,
to come up
and he gladly obliges.

Now I love animals,
I always have,
but I've had few in my adult life,
mostly as a child or teenager as,
my living pods didn't allow,
for such wonderful critters,
smiles

I have always thought myself,
to be- somewhat at least,
awake to my life maybe,
but I suppose,
awake doesn't always,
equate to being aware,
and awareness is the thing,
that taught my heart to share.

While life being such as it is,
I didn't have many,
opportunities to learn
much worldly wisdom
other than what we knew-  
these little furry spiritual souls
are already enlightened,
gratitude is what I think they hope to earn,
soft and sweet sometimes,
always independent,
little tiny furry sentient beings maybe,
well sounds crazy, I dig,
but I think so anyway-
an here's only part of why.

Tanley had been waiting,
an meanwhile-
we had considered adoption,
somewhat early,
for what we thought,
so shortly after the death of Spanky,
my first really close spirit animal,
the others I hadn't allowed
for time or space,
some touched my heart- but Tantan?
he's the manman,
he knows his special place,
he is a pure heart-
that I know well,
he attached himself with a needle
and thread to mine,
maybe an ancient spell was cast,
not a bad one,
if so- this is all good,
I have a warm relationship with my spirit guides these days-
didn't always understand
that part to well,
I'm not "psychic" -
maybe sensitive and very easily tuned in-
my empathetic antennas going off,

An let me again stress,
this cat is very special,
chosen for us,
I am certain of it,
and he is just so unique-
an I know I know,
like every mom says,
and it's not completely -
understood either,
by anyone -
well he is cute and soft,
but everyone,
an I mean EV-er-Y-OnE,
comments on his "beauty"
- drawn in moth to flame like,
I have seen many adult lost-
totally mesmerized
four at once for over an hour,
all participating in his fun.

He is like a newborn gift,
just weeks young he came-
not now but 5 months old,
infusing all our hearts with simple joy,
he helped us bear the Winter's cold,
from the amazing connection,
we ALL so obviously share,
an Lil Tanley he so wants to care,

Now my Tanley cat looked at me again,
then her, though this time -
persistent like,
in parroted movements,
repeating his message
though I am still resistant, apparently,
until the emergency emotional bulletin,
comes through and BINGO-

Oh, now I get it boy!
Then suddenly I realized,
he wants to comfort and to help her!

Alright go ahead I hearten his request,
as he is hesitating though not wavering,
patiently, and sweetly waiting,
for her soon acknowledgement,
I say to them all-
" He wants to help, just look"
and I pat him again,
"go on now" he looks again,
at all parties, inquisitively,
she looks at him
all her insecurities prominent,
but softly her heart eases -
he stretches from my knee,
to her upper arm,
her comfort means he pleases,
outstretching paw like feelers of hope.

She smiles a teary thanks,
silently in her head,.
I can hear it with my heart,
and **** it all to hell sometimes,
that hearing -
some parts of a heart
you rather not know,
but his I listen to gladly,
and I see him rock,
back and forth like an,
Olympian runner trying to save,
someone and maybe who knows,
perhaps we lived in another life,
together I wonder,

Maybe somewhere in beautiful,
and ancient Greece together,
as he always does this just before,
he jumps, one, two - up we go,
onto her left shoulder and finally,
he finds his warm perch.

Ever since first night we got him,
just 8 new weeks old -
too soon I know -
but my poor heart wanted him,
to be with his family which is us,
he desperately needed to find his home,
still big for his age and not sad,
well adjusted was this furry strange,
and wonderful little misfit,
the one the other lady didn't want
and not suffering his momma's loss,
too awful bad at least.

Tanley cat went straight to his employment,
taking very seriously his task,
with such concerted effort,
it's not as if I ask,
as he willingly and unselfishly performs,
a dazzling balancing act
- a feat of his desperation to stop,
sadness and his ugly friend depression,
as he is purring,  
and trying to groom her lovely hair.

He burrows his head into her hair,
bunting her sweetly,
showing he's in love,
giving it his best effort,
looking at me for approval,
he has every bit of it,
and all of the attention,

A warm smile finally breaks the spell,
my heart feels that anchor weight lift
in all our amusement,
as  he burrows into her neck,
looking for some small reward,
for that solace gifted,
as she gratefully giggles a tiny bit.
and a wee little light seeps in,
through a teenie hopeful crack,
in sweet tired dark sad eyes
I see a glimmer of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Seriously this happened an was really amazing! I love my little Tanley cat so he's such a darling! ❤❤❤ sorry I've been away so much hope you are all well!
jeffrey conyers Nov 2013
From a child perspective, we think you'll live forever.
You're the person of warmth with the fantastic charm.
One, who unselfishly welcome you in your arms.
The one many of us simply call mom.

From a child perspective, you that man we brag upon.
The house defender ready to act like our defendant.
One, we know go through  the ditches to make sure we have.
If you can't say you love us.
In our heart , we know you care.

The feeling.
The impression is there.
As adults and reflecting back.
Many of us must confess, we take you for granted.

Long when you're gone.
And we think of you.
We realize the various things we put you through.
Even the best of the best must confess this.
We take you for granted.

Honor and respect you honestly have earned.
From the love you shown.
From providing us a home.
For sacrifices you have made.
Really,again for various things.

If we should list upon papers the positive against the negative.
We realize the pluses out weigh the minuses.
Sad when truth comes from the baddest of times.
That we take you for granted.
After seeing the things you have went out of your way to do for us.

Oh, the life of a parent.
You deserve so much more.
Heather Mar 2012
Id like to draw you a soul that fits mine.
The two halves of a small glass shell.
But.
You already lost your soul,

And mine has taken to spending lonely nights,
nestled in the trees
overlooking our stream.

Do you remember?
Do you remember telling me stories
about the owls
who carried the frost on their wings?

Only now do I understand,
the early spring frost wasn't caused
by these silent guardians.

Shoes muddy from soft banks
cool waves of rejection lapping at the shoreline of my soul
the frost tried to warn me,
an icy shield against you,
killing blossoms and decorating my heart
with snowflakes,
telling me softly, that eventually,
the warmth of your jacket would be gone.

The frost chilled me to the bone,
and my soul shivered,
trying to feel its frozen fingertips.
Honest hands cradled clockwork rhythms
and everything was warm.

Young and foolish I mistook this spark for love.
It wasn't you.
The warmth I experienced
on that frozen night
wasn't my love for you,
but my soul falling in love
with the early frosts of spring.

Never before had someone cared enough
to light a fire in my soul,
simply because
the brightest candles were made
to burn.

Unselfishly the cold mist caressed my being,
lighting a fire with the friction
of compassion.

You have long since faded from me life,
like a complex puzzle
left out in the sun.
You took back your jacket,
returned my books,
and left us lonely.

So I write my letters to no one
while my soul sits in our tree, staring hopefully
at the stagnant water
and wishing
for the owls to return.
Bringing with them
the unselfish frost.
Mariam Shittu Aug 2017
It was a love
That was magical
It went beyond fantasies
And lustful desires

It was a love
That was unexplainable
It went beyond feeling
And unselfishly giving

It was a love
That wasn’t ordinary
It went beyond hurting
And unequivocally abasing

It was a love
That caused pain and despair
It went beyond heartbreak
And too many tears

It was a love
That was unfathomable
It went beyond distrust
And continuous berating

It was a love
That was controlling
It went beyond danger
And persistent fear

It was a love
That was depressing
It went beyond being unpredictable
And considering surrender

It wasn’t love
It was hostility
It went beyond everything
And led to death

Mariam Shittu
xo
Love is kind and gentle. Love is safe.
L Mar 2015
Ever since I was a kid in school
I messed around with all the rules
Apologized, then realized
I'm not different after all

Me and the boys thought we had is sussed
Valentino's all of us
My dad said we looked ridiculous
But, boy, we broke some hearts

In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
Dumb, blank faces stared back at me
But nothing ever changed

Promises made in the heat of night
Creepin' home before it got too light
I wasted all that precious time
And blamed it on the wine

I was only joking, my dear
Looking for a way to hide my fear
What kind of fool was I?
I could never win

Never found a compromise
Collected lovers like butterflies
Illusions of that grand first prize
Are slowly wearin' thin
Susie, baby, you were good to me
Giving love unselfishly
But you took it all too seriously
I guess it had to end

I was only joking, my dear
Looking for a way to hide my fear
What kind of fool was I?
I could never win

Now you ask me if I'm sincere
That's the question that I always fear
Verse seven is never clear
But I'll tell you what you want to hear
I try to give you all you want
But giving love is not my strongest point
If that's the case, it's pointless going on
I'd rather be alone

'Cause what I'm doing must be wrong
Pouring my heart out in a song
Owning up for prosperity
For the whole **** world to see

Quietly now while I turn a page
Act one is over without costume change
The principal would like to leave the stage
The crowd don't understand..........
I'm not one to post songs or things that aren't mine, but I thought that the lyrics of this fantastic song apply to everything in my life right now.

**
Leigh
karen dannette Jan 2015
WHEN IT SEEMS LIKE ALL IS LOST
AND YOU HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO COUNT ON, READY TO GIVE IN
ALL OF A SUDDEN, SOMEONE APPEARS
AND IT  CAUSES YOU TO TAKE INVENTORY OF YOUR CHARACTER WITHIN

FOR ALL THESE YEARS, I DREAMED OF BEING WITH SOMEONE REAL
SOMEONE THAT COULD REALLY ACCEPT ME FOR ME
YOU WERE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT UNSELFISHLY AND LOVING
I HAVE ALWAYS YOUR  LOVE COULD SET ME FREE

WHILE YOU SLEEP, SOMETIMES I GAZE INTO YOUR SOUL
NOT OFTEN WILL THERE EVER BE
SOMEONE WHO CAN TRULY LOVE AND BE LOVED
ESPECIALLY SOMEONE AS DIFFICULT AS THE LIKES OF ME.

THE DEEPEST EMOTION BURIED FROM A PLACE I'VE NEVER KNOWN
SUDDENLY, I ALL BECOMES SO VERY CLEAR
I'VE BEEN RUNNING FOR SO LONG. WITHOUT AN END IN SIGHT
THAT MY SELF-DECEPTION TURNS FROM COLDNESS TO ABSOLUTE FEAR.

IMAGINING MYSELF IN A TORNADO OF BLISS,
SOMETHING I NEVER THOUGHT I'D FEEL FOR REAL
NO MORE CONFRONTATION OF AGONY OR PAIN
THIS NEW FEELING OF TRUE LOVE STAYS STRONG, FEELING SO SURREAL.

PASSING THROUGH THE TURBULENCE OF THE PAST
USED TO CONFINE ME IN A STATE OF DISTRUST
BUT, NOW ALL THE PUTRID PAST LIES BEHIND ME
ALONG WITH TRUE PASSION WITH LOVE, CONTAINED BY HEAVENLY LUST

SO HERE ALL LIES RIGHT BEYOND THE NOW
SEEKING OUT TRUTH, NO LIES, NEVER WAVERING FROM REALITY
KISSES AND TOUCH, LOVE BEYOND MY BOUNDARIES
KEEPS ME TRULY HAPPY AND WITH NEVER-ENDING ECSTASY.

I WRITE THESE WORDS TO MAKE YOU SEE
I''LL BE LOYAL AND TRUE TO YOU
THANKING GOD FOR  EVERYTHING GOD BLESSES ME FOR
I USED TO BE LOST, BUT NOW I AM ONE OF THE CHOSEN FEW.

GOODBYE, I SAY, BUT NEVER DO I LEAVE
YOUR MERE PRESENCE PENETRATES MY SOUL
I FIND MYSELF AGAIN, USED TO NEVER BE ABLE TO  RECOGNZE
FINALLY FILLING THE VOID INSIDE ME, FILLING THE IMAGINARY BLACK HOLE
Derek Pascarella Sep 2013
Woman.
        Giver of life,
        Four the unequaled number.
        Imparting resemblance,
                Qualities,
                      And­ traits.
         Letting go to raise her own,
                 Her blood.

Teacher.
          Unselfishly offering love,
          Cultivating growth,
          Ensuing self-confidence.
          Planting the spark,
                 To empower us to dream,
                        Believe,
                         ­    And hope.
Heroine.
            Engulfing her responsibility.
            Spreading her unparalleled capabilities,
                    Her unrivaled craft.
            Guarding,
            Yet allowing her brood to experience,
                    Learn,
                         Build a life.

Model.
             Providing an outlined map,
                        An example.
             Lessons to pass down.
             Bestowing advice,
                       Answers to inquiries,
                              Keys to locks.
            Humble and understanding.

                                                            
                                                            All the while pride amplifying,
                                                                ­ To be her son, life, essence.
                                                       Her endowed features shine through,
                                                        ­       I wear them like an insignia.
                                                       ­     Unrelenting gratitude flourishes,
                                                     ­       With no foreseeable confinement.
                                             Unique, coloring a world otherwise painted gray.
                                                           ­            All along glowing.
Two hands, which kept me from danger,
Two hands, which bade me know love;
Two eyes, which spoke to my own,
Twin beams, in the sky above.

One mind, which gave me my freedom,
One mind unselfishly waits;
While one heart, for me it is beating;
And one life: my opening gate.
Sofia Paderes May 2013
I once heard a story
A story of a man, he
Worked under the sun’s scorching fingers
Still he lingered
Labored
And at the end of the day
By faith
Gave up his very best
Leaving the not-so-good rest
For himself.


Through his actions
He left
Something
Something for us to think about
Something for us to imitate
And recreate
And apply
To our daily lives
This man
By faith
He gave his best
And so do we.


I once heard a story
A story of a woman, she
Was blessed with beauty
Donned in a robe
Of purple and gold
Hair combed with Persian oil
Piercing dark eyes
And, knowing that she could die
Took heart
Swallowed her fears and
Saved a people
            a nation
            a race
By faith
She took courage
And so do we.


I once heard a story
A story of a boy, he
Had nothing to offer
Just
Five cold loaves and two little fish
That boy, unselfishly
Generously
Humbly gave
Everything he had
By faith
He gave everything
He had
And so do we.


All these people
Led by example
And left thumbprints
On our minds
On our hearts
They left
Something
Something called


The trail that you blaze
The memory you create
The footprints you leave
The mark you place
The “I was here” sort
The dent you make
The story people will tell
For generations
And generations
To come


So, wake up!
Shake off the shackles
Break those chains
Tear down the walls
That have been imprisoning you
Holding you
Keeping you
From being who you were called to be
For that is true freedom


Arise from where you are
You chosen people
You royal priesthood
You holy nation
You children belonging
To the Most High


Raise your voices like trumpets
Shout aloud
Do not hold back
For you have been set apart
Redeemed
Renewed
Reborn and
Redefined


It’s time
To be the salt
And the light
You were made to be
Not conforming
Not compromising
To the pattern


It’s time
To start being
A leader who serves
Protects
Loves
A leader by example
A leader through actions
And words


It’s time to make your mark
It’s time to throw the dart
It’s time to blaze your trail
It’s time to write your story
It’s time to quit hiding
It’s time to leave
It’s time to leave a legacy.
Written as a request from my classmate for a school project. Feels unrefined, but here it is.
Scott Salter Jan 2013
Closer than my own heart

You share my being
Warmer than a winters fire

Your glow surrounds me

Angelic are your ways

You shine light to my dark

Unselfishly breathing

Your words comfort me

Doing what needs to be done

You never complain

Smiling through sorrowed eyes,

You see others first

How can one-doubt angels,

When blessed with you

— The End —