j.g. edge

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no one:

me: feels guilty for not reading, yet still doesn’t read

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poem: how i want to be remembered

if one person remembers me,

let them remember me

by how my heart

loves,

for those are the very moments

i most resemble you,

my true Love—

if not one thing i achieved

or one word i said

is recounted,

but the way in which i loved

is still yet felt,

that is indeed a life

i am proud to have lived—

if my name and my face

are long forgotten

though in a person's soul i once knew

love remains planted,

i will be content in knowing

i adequately shared

the love only you taught me.

-j.g. edge

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poem: a year ago today

i have not stayed

the person i was

a year ago today—

though i remember

all i wanted then

was for everything to

just stay the same—

i saw the life that i had made,

and i confused complacency

with a warped sort of peace

in which i did not want to leave—

but now,

i see the new life you have given me,

and i stand in spectacular awe

of the changes i once believed so terrifying—

look at the immeasurable beauty,

the blessings that have come from trusting,

that goodbye was more a door opening

rather than closing—

there is so much more in store

than all i left behind;

i am not forgotten,

this you remind me so.

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poem: not my plan

i know i am impatient,

and i get frustrated too quickly;

things did not happen

the way i thought they should have,

and i am the first complaining—

saying words without thinking,

ranting without reason,

talking without listening

stemming out of a mentality saying

i should just be able to take care of everything,

and after i could not find anything else to say,

i sat in the silence left hanging—

from which your reply came softly,

suddenly muting every anxiety,

with understanding, peace,

and reminders of what good

the future will bring—

i do not need to have

each moment planned to a T;

i do not need to know

exactly what all the days hold,

for this is not a life i am blindly living alone.

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poem: learning to listen to your voice

i have not been writing much lately,

for i feel i do not possess the “right” words to say,

and i have been tossing more poems

than i have been finishing—

i am learning that

sometimes not saying anything

is better than saying something

empty—

so i have spent nights sitting,

paying attention to the silence

despite the hundreds of distractions

begging to break the stillness

on account of their desire to be

constantly moving—

yet, i do not want to be the one always speaking,

acting as if i deserve that kind of authority,

just because i want so desperately to avoid

doing nothing—

i have not been writing much lately,

but i am not doing nothing;

in fact,

i am finally learning to listen.

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poem: your present love

i will recognize you in every

clear blue sky,

crack of thunder or sound of rain,

sunrise that peaks out of the clouds,

and sunset consisting of purple hues—

i will find you sitting under the trees as

leaves gracefully fall down on to the books i read

due to a gentle breeze

that moves the surrounding nature so elegantly—

i will encounter your presence in the

places i go,

friends i find unexpectedly,

and breakthroughs i do not always see happening—

i will keep an open heart,

welcoming all the everyday reminders of

your love working ever so presently.

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poem: all the same

even when

i cannot see you in this situation,

i know that you are here

all the same—

even when

i do not feel you,

i call out, for

i know you are still listening

all the same—

even when

i am tired,

and have no words left to pray,

i know your arms hold me

all the same—

even when

i struggle to keep going,

you pick me up

all the same—

even when

my view is clouded by this storm,

with the wind stinging my skin,

you are there to calm the waters

all the same—

even when

i feel lost,

you find me

all the same.

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poem: simply complex

i believe love is best

when it is simply complex,

not ordinary or uninvolved,

but pure and consistent—

love is how even your little gestures feel

as warm as all the grand ones

and sitting in silence speaks volumes—

love is talking to you

when i am stressed

or when i am happy

and knowing you will hear me all the same—

love is listening to you

and following you

when i am at a loss for what to do—

love is being able to find you

in every circumstance,

being able to go to you for help

when i need it most—

your love is simple in how

it is unconditionally steadfast

and complex with

all that it encompasses—

in your love there is stability,

and in you i find a home of peace.

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poem: the arms of your love

you never asked me for perfect,

you only asked me for honesty,

and through the tear stains and heartache,

you held me close to your chest—

you knew my innermost being

before our first conversation,

yet, i still sit explaining the depths of my heart,

and you still always listen—

in my impatience,

you do not arrive late;

in the midst of my insecurities,

you believe in me more

than i believe in myself—

even when i have no words,

i sit with you in the silence;

even when i cannot see past this moment,

i remember your promises—

living in the arms of your love,

i know peace.

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poem: graduation day

all is said and done,

and i am moving from the place where

everyone knew my name—

i believe everything moved far too quickly;

i listened to repeated cliches,

i walked across the stage,

i left—

i am finally finished with the

applications and deadlines

with my schedule being rather blank;

these moments are all too surreal—

though i wish i could stay within

the home i have found,

i recognize my legacy will remain—

i will sit in patient waiting for

the next season,

for i have faith my life is only just beginning.

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poem: The Prayer Villanelle

You are my Love

who found me during the darkest of night

from the heavens above.

I cried out for help, whereof,

as though You had always been waiting, You made clear through Your light

You are my Love.

Like a dove

I am given the freedom to take flight

from the heavens above.

You bring forth a peace I have been unaware of,

and I know that even in the valleys of plight,

You are my Love.

When I feel Your calling is one I fall short of,

I turn to You, and I am reminded I am a child for whom You will fight,

from the heavens above.

Your path is better than any I could could dream of,

with You I walk by faith and not by sight;

You are my Love

from the heavens above.

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poem: Holy, Holy, Holy

though i did, indeed, walk this trail by myself,

i did not walk alone,

for you were always here,

even if unrevealed—

as i sat overlooking the water,

listening to far-off voices,

i put aside all my doubts and previous notions,

and i began to speak—

and for the first time,

i talked to you,

not with an agenda, not for other people,

just about me and you—

after i could not find anymore words,

your reply came with simplicity and peace,

every anxiety became mute

as i sat in these woods

under a perfect canopy of leaves—

finally, i knew

though i did walk this trail by myself,

i did, indeed, not walk alone.

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poem: You make everything beautiful

in knowing you,

i have come to notice that in each passing day,

through good or bad,

there is unique beauty,

for you make everything beautiful in its time,

even the worst moments are as gorgeous

as the obviously wonderful moments—

and as my eyes stay fixed on you,

i will see that all things work out

for the better,

accompanied by joy that is incomparable—

there is hope in the waiting

and peace in the pain;

there is a time for everything,

and with you all of the seasons are worth it.

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poem: my talks with you

i woke up at 1:49am,

and though i wanted to return to sleep,

i started talking to you

about what was on my mind—

you sat up with me

while i rambled half-asleep

coming out of a nightmare

that now i cannot even remember—

but after all was said and done,

being jarred awake and feeling scattered,

i knew i was ultimately safe,

for i was with you—

despite the fact that

i may be weary and burdened,

when i come to you,

i find rest—

thank you for always listening,

even in the early mornings when

i wake up at 1:49am.

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poem: my promise

when i met you,

i realized just how much weight

i had been carrying—

the fear,

the doubt,

the heartache

i was holding onto—

i gave you all my reasons as to

why you could not love me

because i felt like i was

broken into irreparable pieces—

yet even after everything i said,

you held me,

you wanted me,

you loved me in the moments i could not see you—

like a light,

you penetrated the darkness

that had been suffocating me,

helped me find my way when i was lost—

you presented me with life,

and i promise

i will live each day of it

for you.

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poem: heavenly beauty

like a butterfly

landing on my shoulder,

you entered my life

delicately and intentionally—

you taught me

change is not something to fear

but rather something to welcome,

for i obtained nothing

when seeking security inside the darkness

i surrounded myself with,

yet when breaking through to you,

i found joy that knew no bounds—

you have greeted me with

newfound determination,

freedom to move forward,

and hope for the future—

like a butterfly

landing on my shoulder,

you show me heavenly beauty

in the moments i least expect.

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poem: an artist’s prayer

may my mind always remember you

and my poems sing your praise;

let my verses be dedicated to you

until the day i cannot write any longer—

you know the meaning of every comma

and the metaphors i apply;

you heal the pain in between stanzas

and the tears between lines—

with every early morning before sunrise

through every late night after sunset,

your light weaves into every dark corner—

i find you in any room,

during any moment,

for my heart is made complete by your love

and seeks you out wherever i go—

i will forever find safety

in your open arms

as i sit drenched in lamplight

committing each page of my journal to you.

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