The glass is half full
because I’ve filled it.
There is room for you.
Fill it
or drink the freshwater.
I know how to pour
into my own glass heart.
I’ll dust the melancholy off my heart,
pull back the curtains of gloom
to see the sun of joy is shining;
open the windows of discontent
welcoming the breeze of gratitude
and fill my glass half full
or more.
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Oh a poet’s heart
can love a stranger from the start.
She can dive deep
or force her heart to leap.
With one simple talk
her heart can be shown to walk.
Reality does not hold her down;
not when love can be found all around.
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When I see you
I will know.
You’re face will light up
and I will glow.
Our broken pieces
will match together;
not the same,
but will act as a tether.
We will not be perfect
but our love will fit.
When we find each other
the flame of love will be lit
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I want to speak,
but I’ll let you go.
One word of mine will escape
before it’s your words that flow.
Each time I shrink.
I retreat.
I see your need
to be loved
to be heard.
I want to speak,
but instead I’ll simply retreat.
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I see the beauty that you call ugly,
The scars of the past
healed by your own actions,
the love for self
that you think needs to hide.
In your eyes
I see the stories
ashamed to be told;
the climb from rock bottom
conquering the ugly side of self
cleaning your soul.
I see your struggles staring back at me
and all I can say,
“You are loved.”
You can connect with me.
I see the pain behind your eyes,
but you are courageous and strong.
You have survived this long.
Now with serenity
You can attempt to thrive
and beyond your beauty
beyond your strength,
I plead you to know
You are loved.
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Why not now?
Where did I fall?
Where are my faults?
Where is the wall?
Am I not to be loved?
No partner that I yearn for?
No match have I found,
so I sit and ask
Why not me?
Why not now?
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Do not stay too long
among the flowers of the field.
Do not linger at the garden’s rose.
My heart waits for you,
but not there.
I am not a rose,
not a flower.
Although pretty and fragrant
their beauty wilts and withers too soon.
Vanity won’t nourish your soul
or calm your nerves.
Charm is a Venus flytrap
alluring but harmful
So do not stay among the garden
while your love awaits your arrival.
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It will be okay.
It will be alright,
just hold on tight.
Don’t be hurt,
there is no reason to cry.
Just let go
and know this darkness is just the night.
Morning is coming.
It must be near.
Daylight should be journeying here,
but even if it is not,
even if this friendship continues its sleep,
others are waking.
Others are walking,
some close by,
some far.
Others will help.
Others will hold.
Others think of you as dear.
Whether this is night before dawn
or an endless sleep of might-have-beens
others hold you tight
and others will bring your dawn.
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Others is a poem that was originally written in October 2013 and only lighting edited when I found it in a journal.
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I await the spring
trapped in a winter cage.
The snow surrounds me,
in the darkness of my mind,
waiting for a spark of passion
to burn through winter’s gelidity.
I await a new life,
the awaken life,
the freed life,
that comes in the spring;
that sweet release.
Yes, I await spring.
This poem was writing on March 3rd, 2014 and I only lightly edited it. I hope you enjoyed it.
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Can I give you strength?
Will you run away
If I tell you I love you
If I build you up
will you stay?
How can I help you
How can I help you grow
If I do what will happen
If I lend a helping hand
Will you show me that you care?
I really do hope I can help
I really do hope you will stay.