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Alexis Schoedel Poem
Dimonds are not beauty. Beauty is people and things unknown. Things unknown that swirl around in a young child's mind and happiness amounts to a flower crown made for a small girl with the soul of a faire. Happiness that comes from the pure joy of looking in your mothers deep brown eyes and getting warm fuzzies . Joy that spills out into a smile when a wise woman tells her that the little floating fuzzies in the air are baby angels and that when it thunders it's just there mom singing them an angel sized lullaby a lullaby that makes her big blue eyes sparkle....But the wind changes and the sparkling in her big blue eyes fade and the flower crown withers and dies and the baby angels turn into dust and unknown things still bring joy. But so do things that bring trouble and those big brown eyes sometimes betray her and the thunder is just thunder and baby Angels and days of simple joy vanish ...But if she waits just for the right moment the clowds will gather and the sparkle returns to her big blue eyes and the wounderful liquid leaks out of the sky! spinning and spinning her hair dripping. She squeezes the big blue eyes shut and suddenly the baby angels return To the sky and the Flower crown gets a long drink of water and blooms once again and and the angel lullaby returns to the air and rings in her ears and those deep brown eyes watch her spinning and remember why they fell in love with her and
finally she is home !!
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2013
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A drop of rain hits the pavement and explodes into hunreds of little rain drops laying all over the dark cold pavement. I cant help but feel like this is like my life i finally get everything into one raindrop. Then it all hits the pavement and its back into hundreds of little drops all over the place. And i have to pick up all the little drops all over again only for it all to hit the dark cold pavement yet one more time . Maybe this is why we are sad when it rains or. Maybe this is why we are tired when it rains because we have givin all we can give but that rain drop still hits the ground.
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2012
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I look at you and I see all of the good in you I see your
Kind heart and your caring touch I see your ability to be gentle
I see your beautiful green eyes looking into my eyes
and I know that every ounce of me
loves you more then you could ever imagine
when I hug you and bury my face in your chest I feel like that is where I belong
it’s the place where I feel safe and loved
when I hold your hand I feel like you are always leading me in the right direction
no matter where that may be
when I kiss you I don’t feel fireworks
I feel something 100 times more powerful
A force that not even the most horrible sensation could break
But mostly when I look at you I see the man I love
And that’s all I really need
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2015
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I just want to wrap my arms around u
and run my fingers through your soft hair
and hear u whisper in my ear that u love me
I just want to have that butterfly feeling
and smile like an idiot for no reason again
I just want you to put me first and tell me im your baby again
I just want to feel your soft kiss on my neck one more time
I just want you….
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2015
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The one with ..
hands full of art and creativity
eyes full of mystery and darkness
arms that wrap u up in and make you feel safe and loved
lips that are soft and pink always caressed with a half smile
a mind that has bits of poetry and happy memories floating around
a heart that beats with a steady pace with love and warmth
...yeah that one...
he's out there somewhere
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2012
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a unique vessal alone in a world of clones
no love
no companions
no nothing
...forever and ever...
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2012
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A gaping hole
It’s dark and lonely
A soft wind dances through the deep cannon
Things here feel sad and empty
And the light is far away and unseen
It’s cold
There is nothing
And this cannon
it lives right in the very depths of my very being
Mocking me
Making a joke out of my smile
Burning my inner light on a low fuel
Fading my unseen love
Making it hard to breath
Consuming me
Until I am nothing but the simple dust
Dancing through its lonely caverns
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2014
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…In your head you think a thought of pure serenity
Like a waterfall it trickles down to the heart
Then on to the soul
From there it is like a firework
Bursting through ever vain in the body
Then everything becomes warm and quite
The heart beats at a steady pace that reassures the body its still on earth
The wonderful feeling fills to the tip of the fingers making them tingle with joy
Now the body knows peace…
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2015
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Will the little people in the wall paper have to watch you die?
The very thought of it makes me want to cry.
Will their little bodies stiff and Ridged have to watch yours go Frigged?
For the know your darkest moment better than I.
They watched you sit and ponder "why?"
You see these little people they aren't real.
But they are the only ones who see how you really feel.
Copyright © Alexis Schoedel | Year Posted 2018
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