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Brandon Caples #0654842

Beautiful

1/23/2017

Beautiful

Beautiful woman you are not invisible
And you should never be afraid to open up and be yourself.

When you thought no one was looking
I saw the pain you lived with day to day
How you looked into a broken mirror
And only saw a broken face,
But who you are goes deeper than your surface.

Abused, Abortion
Are not what your name is.

A child alone with no family or home
Searching for those wants
Innocent, first learning to walk
But with no direction
And a small candle in your hands
Whose light shaped the world around you
As struggle surrounds you.

A rose that grew from concrete
Who walked in darkness on bare feet
Wanting her freedom
With what she could reclaim of her soul
From the half of her on parole.

You don’t have to beg to be seen,
Or be ashamed of your scars
To be loved for who you are,
Surviving against the odds.

I know your heart
And that you feel abandoned
Living in another’s madness
Imprisoned; disguised as passions.

But some love is as empty as a
Clear glass is. To see the truth
That you believe in.

But is it you that you believe.

 

Hope

5/10/2015

"Hope"

Though I never say it.
You're the most important person in my life.

You're also the most difficult, frustrating woman I've ever known;
And in these moments;
You're the only one I can talk to from the heart,
Who cares enough to try and understand me.
When I had lost sight of myself.

Seeing me for myself,
Listening to my thoughts and ambitions,
Were the most precious gifts you've ever given to me;
Next to life.

In so many ways you're a stranger to me.
Always having a smile or a laugh,
Where impossible for everyone else.

And insight on the questions proposed by life.
Where questions were the answers.
Allowing us to find the wisdom in it in ourselves.

Your always more than a mother to me.
You're my best friend,
And an inspiration to everyone that knows you.

Your every belief and action
were always selfless
and it scared me
Because I didn't know if I could ever live up to the expectations 
you never force on me.

Not ever giving me the freedom to make errors,
On my own and grow from them.

You never saw me as my mistakes
and I apologize for taking so long to realize those simple truths

How we make the mistake of saying I love you because we need you when we're children.
And becoming older we recognize and learn that we need you; Because we love you. 
And that nothing in life is learned when it's too easy.

Coe

4/9/2015

Coe

How much of her smile remains;
In the distance behind her eyes.
With illusions cast on her soul.
Erasing the beauty in her mind.
Victim to innocence;
Betrayed by the heart.

How much of love is imagined,
without a measure of hurt.
In the struggle to breathe again.
To see into foreign eyes;
that same unyielding hunger.

Abandoned.
In this world of dreams.
Mirroring life in how it ever shifts.
Unanchored.
But no less real chained by memories.
Indifferent to time; offering no amends.

How often has she had her heart broken.
That trust seems an enigma.
The road to it thousands of miles long.
Ever close. But ever distant.

Nights were spent gifting her with silence.
To hear her heart.
Held more power to heal;
than the most well intentioned words.

Journey into her dreams.
See where faith,
has become a memory lost in time.

How far is the distance between heart and mind
When it comes to trusting someone with your pain.

Until she looked at me.
With those same eyes I fell in love with.
And found life in.
That the past tells her to hide.

I wanted to kiss her to know;
For a moment she wouldn’t feel.
The pain with each breath.
But I could never take away yesterday.
And I could only love her.
If she trusted me to.
Be a new beginning from another
Beginnings ending.

Moment

1/29/2015

Moment

On a Sunday morning similar to today. I cried for the first time.
In a way words could never begin to explain.
Because I realized I knew more of you that day than I began with.
Watching you as the tears started to escape your eyes.
Putting my lips to your tears while holding your head within my palms.
Kissing you, because you needed me to.
Tasting your essence on my tongue, finding my life within you.


Snuggling your face to my own.
The warmth of your tears making love with mine.
My heart telling me to shield you from the world.
So if only in this moment with me; you could be yourself.


Not an image in another’s eyes.
Not a mother. Not a daughter. Not a sister or a friend.
You were simply a woman who has fears as much as dreams.
And was tired of fighting to be everyone for everyone.


With me you could be yourself.
Allow me to be your strength and not your judge.
Your warmth and tomorrow.


So you can live without mascara.
Show me what’s really within your heart through your eyes.
Your ambitions, dreams, weakness, depth, love, fears, and meaning.
Everything that is you and nothing.


And I’d love you for who I saw. Kissing you.
Promising with my lips to always be your truth.
And never a diamond.
Beautiful on the outside with nothing beneath my surface to offer you.

See I’ve readdin a thousand books on love;
And still knew less than I began with.
But I was wrapped in your kiss where time never touched us.
Seeing you with my heart; sculpted in timeless perfection.
And I knew that nothing of what the world saw was really you from their angle.

Because seeing is not always understanding.
Where we sacrifice truth in the perception of fragile eyes.
We see what should be from what we want.
Forgetting that even angels fall from heaven. But are no less beautiful.

But in my eyes you were more.
Because in seeing beyond what only I wanted from you.
I saw you and no one else.
A soul lost in chains, that asked for freedom only you could give yourself.
With a question of who you are.

And I knew then the start to loving someone
Seeing you in a way no one else may.
Because you trusted me to; never lose faith in who I saw.
When you couldn’t see yourself
And know your truth if only for a moment.

About Brandon

Astrological sign:
Sagittarius
Willing to correspond outside of the U.S.:
Yes
Photo verified by WriteAPrisoner.com:
No
Birth date:
12/9/1982 (age 36)
Eyes
Brown
Hair
Bald
Hometown
Roxboro, NC
Marital Status
Single
Race
African American
Religion
Christian
Interested in furthering their education:
Yes
Seeking legal help:
No
Seeking prayer partners:
Yes
Gender
Male
Sexual orientation: 
Straight
Institutional email:
Profile starts on:
11/1/2017
Profile ends on:
7/1/2019

Incarceration Information

Earliest Release Date
11/1/2023
Latest Release Date
2025
On Death Row
No
Incarcerated Since
2003
Serving Life Sentence
No
Incarcerated For


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Roxboro, NC

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Central Carolina Community College
Sanford, NC

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