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Justine Louisy Nov 2020
Words strapped to their broken seats,
without the windows of sense,
the dense air of silence becoming
a cold reliance.

Their Brain Malfunction Waste,
otherwise known as a BMW,
stays parked on a sloped drive,
alive but without a programmed destination.

I guess the ‘writers block virus’ took away
the ignition key.

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It’s been a while... nonetheless hope everyone is well and keeping safe!! 😊🙏🏽👍🏽
Justine Louisy Aug 2020
I know your young feet have the urge to drive a high heel,
but they cannot feel the heartbeats of the ground of soil,
beating beginnings and growth.
So, abide to this simple troth for your naked feet,
to meet with beginnings and growth,

Justine Louisy
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Justine Louisy Jul 2020
Be the salt lamp,
that purifies the delinquent dust,
and leaves a path of glow,
so the dark can finally see.

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Midweek Motivation 💪🏽
Justine Louisy Jul 2020
Biro the brave heart,
liberated the wasted words,
that layed lifeless on the rippled land of paper,
imprisoned and not found.

Words that have been fed with feeble fever,
swollen from the neglect injected into its letter limbs.
Neglect from the puzzle prime minister.

But biro the brave heart pen,
together with the motion from his noble ‘hand’ steed,
slowly walking around each word,
in a captivating circle,
made out of incentive ink.

The circle of meaningful medicine,
that cures the words emptiness,
and installs a ventilator
so, it can breathe value.

Words that are ready to breathe value,
the words I am looking for so,
that my figure of speech is finally alive.

Justine Louisy

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I am such a word search enthusiast... so used that as my inspiration for this poem.... enjoy!! 😁
Justine Louisy Jul 2020
I know these people.

Their voice box doesn’t even need to be awake.

I know their character by the way their lips are dressed.

A streak of blue,
I know their brain is sweating stress.

A display of rose,
I know their flirtatious fever is always contagious.

A heap of  crust,
I know their anger stings the meaning of trust.

A stream of moisture,
I know their soul sooths and heals the shadows.

A thin size,
I know they seek comfort in a box.

A big size,
I know they feed off centre stage.

A nest of cuts,
I know they want the gift of love.

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Justine Louisy Jul 2020
So, I have a friend called water,
you can see straight through her most times as
she is so clear in her manner,
but she always has no taste in conversation,
because I can sometimes see,
the traces of dirt she carries with her,
and I’ve come to realise she clearly has no filter.

She often soaks you with shock,
you have to run and sit somewhere tranquil to pacify your stressed heart.
She’s always very cold,
and has to be forced to warm up to you.

People say she’s a healthy fit for you,
but I would think twice before you invite her into your home.

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Let’s just say.... water isn’t a great as you think ... be careful of her! 😂
Justine Louisy Jul 2020
Sleeping limbs,
hair looking like a display of drunk,
tongue breathing the smell of skunk,
closed eyes still acting as a screen projector for my daisy dream.

All this,
whilst standing,
in a hungry bath.
Hungry for the applause of water droplets,
it’s echo making the drums in my ear bang at every beat.

Oh finally! sober strands of hair thanks
to the medicine called ‘wet’.
Lazy limbs finally awoken by the kicks
of caffeinated splashes.
My crusty feet marinated
in a shallow stream.

My tongue doing the Mexican wave
in a pure fountain.
At least it scared the skunk away.

The cool fingers of the water poking
against my snuggled eyelids.
No more daisy dream.

Thanks to the shower!

All this,
and work is in 10 minutes.

Oh crap…..
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