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Best Poems Written by Michael Kravochuck

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My Brand

I am Me. In our world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is branded mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about my brand: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or to my brand. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears, my faults. I own my successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own me, I can know my brand. By doing this I can love me and be friendly with all of my brand. I know there are things about myself that puzzle me, and others but long as I am friendly and love myself, I can look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me and make my brand better. However, I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment is me it is my brand. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be un-liked by me, I can trash those bad qualities, keep the rest, and invent something new to replace what I have trashed to change my brand. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and because I own me, I can change me, I am the only one who has control over me to do this. I am me, and I am Okay with me.

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Alone

I stand at the abyss alone. My fear drips into the eternal darkness. Every step on my life's path brought me here. I shoved all obstacles out of my way as I blindly ran down the road of success.
Love, family, friends they could wait until I was done doing what I do. Now I'm done. I stare into the emptiness and grieve. My success is my undoing.

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A Fool a Love a Man

What kind of man would put you out of his heart, a fool.
 What kind of man would look into your eyes and see only color, a fool.
 What kind of man could not hold you dear to his life, a fool.
 What kind of man would give you up because of his pride one that has nothing to live for inside. What type of man am I ? I'll tell you.
One that sees the purity of your naked soul with a naked eye. 
I am a man eternity cannot bound. 
I am in search of angels and it is you that I have found.

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Natalia

Natalia,

Lips softer than rose pedals. Skin as smooth as silk. Her hair as light as feathers glimmering in the light of the sun. Her blue eyes are open to the window of her soul allowing me to peer in and see the love held in her heart. I hold my breath and remain motionless as I hear the words being said to me by her. I love you.

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Tears

What are the puddles that gather in my eyes and swell so large that they run down my cheeks. Are these tears mine? Or a gift from someone else. The kind of gift that I didn’t want. The crushing of my heart the pain bestowed upon me is this the reason for these tears? I did not want them but they are here. As these tears run down my face they carry away the pain from my soul with them removing pain from my whole being. When they stop I feel better the heart is drained and the pain evaporates into the silent atmosphere of relief.