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 Feb 2016 erin walts
Joyce
A life without words.
Is a painting without paint.
A forrest without trees.
A beach without sand.
A rainbow without colors.
My life without you.
Is an empty space.
A bath full of tears.
A broken soul.
Brings a fake smile
on my face.
A fragile heart.
A sensitive mind.
My life filled with
words and you.
Is waking up
every morning.
See your smile every day.
Such a warm feeling
I can't replace.
Don't want to erase.
Wish I could be
your pillowcase.
Feeling your warm
gentle face.
See all of your dreams
in a different
kind of place.
This is a poem
of a loving girl.
Who can do anything
in a life with beautiful words.
 Feb 2016 erin walts
Free Bird
She only writes in black ink;
her thoughts are much too dark
for the blue.
Did you see the stars
As they shone on you
Vivid like a thousand scars
Inside the darkest blue
Did you see the hero

But that hero was you
Onward for people feel
When music becomes true
In the end you're never gone
Eternally remembered in a song
Copyright © Chris Smith 2016
Sometimes our minds wander
into another world
lighter or darker
and we tend to roam
farther away from our destination

The problem is it happens
too often for awhile
and our hearts
are led into other worlds
all too different
farther away from whence we came

Thus, we forget
our destination
was a little closer
than we thought
by the time
we finally remembered

The good thing is
we got back on track
and began to follow
the right path
and entered new places
with unending smiles
I stray away from writing
from time to time. I come to a halt and then
I pick back up again. T'is something I do quite often.
Still, it's always nice coming back home!
I don't know why
it just happens
then I find myself
hiding
wanting to hide my face
turn away
pretend it isn't real

I just let it be
knowing inside
or somewhere
it isn't right
it was never right
yet the pain is there

I don't know why
so many suffer
without speaking
but go on hiding
their shame, their scars
their pain

I know it well
as I've been there
scarred
inside and out
never again
to be whole

Yes
the pain is real
it happens every day
but to let it
is not by choice
The pains of physical or mental abuse
is sad. The person that does it
has no heart, or does he? (she)
It's real. It's out there. I was there once.
It isn't the victim's choice. Nor
was it mine.
Out in the middle of nowhere
left for ruin
for pain
for nought

Now to face the consequences
all alone
afraid
bereft

Forced to face bad decisions
loss of hope
loss of faith
forlorn
12-13-2015
10:14 am
moon passes over quietly
in the depths of the waters
eagle wings flap
Inspired by Adam Zerlocks
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