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Brandon Stephenson Poem
With this pen, I paint an image of you.
Not a portrait, but a true portrayal of you.
The ink flows into words that dance across your hair.
The end of each sentence marking a cross that you bear.
A painting would be suitable for some.
With beautiful colors, cascading down on you from above.
But, those colors mearly hide the truth behind your smile.
With the right shade of light and a light smear, it becomes a cosmetic fix for a while.
My words flow through every crack and fill every shadow.
They bring all light to the surface, for the reader to see within the shallows.
The image of you that I create can be vivid and great.
But with this pen, my words can also design your fate.
You see the truth here is that my words hold all truth.
They leave no place for lies to hide, with each word holding proof.
In the readers eyes, my words are you…
With this pen, I can create you…
With this pen, I can finish you...
Copyright © Brandon Stephenson | Year Posted 2015
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Brandon Stephenson Poem
Let my words crystalize before your eyes as you memorize these lines.
Visualize my voice clearly as it recites.
Repeating in your mind.
Realize i am with you, by your side as you watch this Sunrise.
Angel, be kind, grow wise.
Always see the smile behind the fright,
The kiss behind the bite,
And the light beyond the night,
May you clearly see trust behind the lies, And truth between the lines.
Ignite a candle and let its light become your guide .
Let the glow brighten your path as the fog clears from your sight.
If it hurts, let my memory dry your tears and my strength become your might.
Darling, never be afraid, let your dreams take flight.
Release your hopes, your disires into the sky.
Your wings will carry you as you fly.
So sing this lullabye softly, as you close your angel eyes.
Copyright © Brandon Stephenson | Year Posted 2015
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Brandon Stephenson Poem
Still as the night air.
Full of life,
Yet crystal clear.
A little world so vibrant,
So alive.
Only to be hidden deep below the reflected eye.
Holding on with each breath from the wind.
It's colors, smeared and faded red.
Once lush and majestically shown.
Now it dances, naked, lifeless and alone.
Even the clouds in the sky hold secrets in their hands.
Something so blue, so immense over head.
Can quickly turn gray from a silent violence within.
The reflected eye, is the neglected eye.
What seems full of life may hold darkness inside.
Before you judge, before you speak.
Ripple the surface, understand whats beneath
Copyright © Brandon Stephenson | Year Posted 2015
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