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Mom

Her personality blooms like a daisy.
The peace and prosperity her presence brings.
The warm feeling of love people have for her.
Her voice is recognizable.
She cannot be replaced.
She is a caregiver.
A mother.
My mom.

My mother may not like to cook.
She may not like to shop.
She may not be like a lot of moms,
But she is my mom.
My only mom.

She is unmistakably the best mom.
Do not be offended,
This is my personal opinion.
But yes,
She is the best.

Mothers are kind,
Mothers are sweet.
Mothers guide us in everyday life.
Mothers are there to give help and advice.
My mother.

Ode to my mother.
For all the hard work you do,
To keep me alive,
Healthy,
And most of all,
Happy. 

Thanks mom!

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Monster Within Me

Her screams tore through the air like lightning.
The heavens heard in horror.
The air collapsed under the noise as if to clap.
My heart jumped.
The pain was destroying my interior.
I tried to collect my being,
for if I hadn't it might have been my last move.

The pain of anger ragged over me.
God heard my pleas but ignored.
I prayed what I hoped would be my last prayer.
Tears splashed off the atmosphere,
And flowed like I ragging river.

I sat in the darkness.
An Armageddon couldn't break the dead silence.
I prayed and focused for my heart to stop.
My heart and anger ragged like a fire from hell.
I hoped that I would combust.
My instinct was to scream in horror,
But my body wouldn't allow me.
My body lay so still as if to be a statue.
My brain dreamed of images of horrific scenes of death.

My blood ran hot with anger.
The devil seemed to posses me.
I begged the universe to destroy me or her.
I couldn't hold myself.
I blacked out from furiousness.

My heart ran cold for her being.
My brain wandered.
Possibilities became clear.
Something vital became immanent.
The real monster was myself.

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Uncontrollable Feeling

Her attitude.
Her Grace.
The outlook on life for her is like a dove.
It will slowly fly by,
peacefully, and
controllably.
Her beautiful face.

She has potential to be successful.
God watches as his creation
grows up.
He gets a tear in his eye.
The universe cries out to her,
Kayli, Kayli, Kayli. 


I adore her so greatly.
Her will and spirit to live,
rings out through the heavens.
For I too get a tear in my eye.
Kayli, Kayli, Kayli.


Dedication to my sister!

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Heartlessness

A man so evil, his eyes are those of snakes.
His presence makes the occupants fill with rage,
But only to fear. Lots of fear.
His way is of the coyote, so sly with his pray. 
My heart's desire may compel me; but I too also doubt.
God listen closely as I pray, for this just might be my last day.

I want to fly like a butterfly, with grace and peace.
I want prosperity, for this is my golden age.
An angel, I imagine is my desire;
For my life truly is horrid.

His heart is as cold as the dark side of the moon; 
His fists are clenched with rage.
His voice carries though the skies,
For god himself can hear his screams.
The earth rumbles with him in tune to his shrieks.
A single tear on the face of the cosmos,
Falls into a eternal blackness.

A butterfly flies so graceful.
A smile on gods face would only prevail.
The stem of a feather from an angel's wings,
Resembles my heart.
No force on earth nor hell can compel.

I speak now with the end of days.
My demise.
A unknown force drives these emotions.
Not god, not satin,
Nor any being explain the sensation.
An old life must die,
for a new to be reborn.

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Her Face

The blood within my veins ran hot and cold.
An unexplainable sensation overcame my body.
The face.
That face which had just imprinted a forever impression in my head.
A face that made it imposable to exist.
Her face.

Our feelings were the same.
An unusual obsession overcame her and I.
I cannot describe the feeling of the touch.
A static electric feeling came over her as well as me.
Our greet was imposable to avoid.

Her eyes stared into mine.
With unusual concentration.
My eyes stared at hers.
Nothing could separate our eyes,
or part our feelings.
Not the snake or the dove.
This moment lasted for decades.
It had seemed as if an angel had brought us together.

We were inseparable.
Our hearts were stitched together in a careful manner,
god could only create.
Her image and being was imprinted in my thoughts for eternity.
We were created to be.

But we could not last.
For her bearers would not allow.
We were origins of different matter,
which left us apart.
If I can help it; it will not matter.
Her face.

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Dad

Dads are for support.
They are there when you need a hand.
They are there when you need advice.
But most of all,
Dads are our role models,
Always there to guide you.

My dad,
Strong,
Funny,
Me.
His features are exact models of mine.
His personality is that of mine.
Everything he is,
Is me.
My dad.

My dada is an important figure in my life.
He shows me right from wrong.
But most of all,
 He shows me,
 How to be a dad.
Dad.

Thank you dad for everything you have done,
And will do in my life.

Tayler

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Joy

This is the first of my "Joy" collection. Enjoy




   My face lights up with a thousand watts.
Sparks fly out from within my body.
My emotions flood my head.
Love and joy overwhelm me.
I blackout form this sudden high.
It feels like drugs and toxins swarm inside me.

This unexplainable feeling engulfs me.
I am confused.
I don't know what my feelings are.
It must be a blessing from god.
He finally heard my prayers and pleas.
I thank him with my soul.
This feeling.
This feeling.
Joy!

What is Joy but a flood of emotions.
It is unknown how the body improves with joy.
The joy of happiness.
What is Joy?
Joy can be many things.
The joy of...
The joy of...
The joy of love.

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The Unknown

That thought.
That uncontrollable thought. 
The thought that haunts me eternally.
How does such a question pose it's self.
It doesn't.
It creeps upon at the utmost darkest hours.
The hours of night.

My thoughts stay concealed behind a protective field.
They cannot be touched,
Not unless the keeper allows.
This thought is not uncommon to the human nature.
It poses everyone.
What is the life after death?

This thought doesn't  necessarily haunt me,
But as to concern me all the time.
The mystic beyond.
The unknown space we call the universe.
What hidden things lie beyond the void.
Emptiness,
Futileness.
Unknown.
The unknown.

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Attention

This is not a poem, but a notice. I officially close and end my "Creature" collection.
For those of you don't know what that is, it is a collection of poems about my feelings. I have 
put my heart and soul into every poem. I will continue to do that in every poem I write. I am 
excited to announce that I have many new ideas for poems. I have as a courtesy, released 
a sneak peek into my new collection called "Dedications". My new poem is 
called "Uncontrollable Feeling". It is a dedication to my sister Kayli.
I have received many wonderful positive comments on all my poems. The people on Poetry 
Soup are the most kind people ever. I enjoy listening to all of your comments. Please keep it 
up. I will officially release my "Dedication" collection in about a week or two, depending how 
long it takes me to write them. My other new collection "Joy" will be released in one month. 
So prepare.Please comment on my poems. I enjoy reading your comments!

From your Masterpoet1,
Tayler Malark

P.S.- Thank you so much all members of Poetry soup, and Poetry Soup.

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Charity

A person may not know the happiness,
They bring to others.
A simple action or phrase,
Could be the thing that brightens a day.
My day,
 His day,
Or her day.
What a wonderful day.

The energy a person generates,
Is like the electricity from a battery.
Or the light from the sun.
There is a lot to give.
Much like a fan generates wind.

Donation of time, money,
Or item could change the way you,
Or the person who receives your charity thinks,
Or acts.
For some, 
A kind recognition,
 Is the balance between life and death.

A smile,
A hello,
A wave of a hand,
Is all it takes to give charity.
The personality of all humans is to be humane.
Acknowledge that fact.

The more giving a person,
The more wise a person.
Charity,
Charity,
Charity.