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Dora Joe Jan 2015
2015, Please be kind.
No heartaches this year.
I am spent.

2015, Please be nice.
No heartbreaks this year.
I am not strong enough.

2015, Please let me be.

-Doey
Dora Joe Dec 2014
Dear my Heart,
What have you done to me?
Can't you just let me be?

Yes, my Heart,
Love is-for-Idiots.

How dreary this feeling!
Butterflies in my tummy.
It is sickening.

Dear my Heart,
How could you do this to me?
I am not strong; can't you see?

Yes, my Heart,
I am-the *****-in Love.

Oh, how I fell!
Falling flat on my face.
And yes, it hurts like hell!

Dear my Heart,
I loved too much.
But someone forgot-to-love me back.

~Doey
Sigh!
Dora Joe Dec 2014
There is Bozo,
Then comes Donny.
***** follows.

Above me is Bo,
Bertie next.
Mmm, yeah, Krunzie.

The princess, "Sunshine".
Yes, the little one.

And me,
Oh, I fit somewhere in there.
But, no harm done.
I'd miss me too.

Usually referred to as no.5.
Or no.4.
Whatever you fancy.

The End.

-Doey
Dora Joe Dec 2014
O! Miss Hoity Toity,
Walking with pride, dressed like a bride.
Feeling all mighty.

O! Miss Hoity Toity,
You spoiled brat, gnawing like a lil rat.
Feeling all fruity.

You welcome yourself,
Displaying your head on a shelf.
Playing with people's feeling.
Is it fulfilling?

Your soul treacherous,
You are dangerous!
Blinded by your own reflection.
Have you no affection?

The sound of your stiletto rhymes;
With the beating of your black heart.
O! Tread softly, Miss Toity.
Shall I throw you a dime?

O! Miss Hoity Toity,
Stop the parade, stop the charade.

O! Miss Hoity Toity.
Time to wash your make up and wake up.
7 billion people do not even know you exist.

-Doey
And then, there are those people.
Dora Joe Aug 2015
He walked in,

In random strides.

Perplexed!

Not knowing that I...

In quiet desperation,

Wanted him.

-Doey
Dora Joe Feb 2016
I met him when he was broken.
His heart was knitted together with strings so fragile.
But he lived as though he had no burden on his shoulders.

He knew death like he knew love.
They were his companions.

I think that's what I love about him.
And what more?
His quietness breached my silence.
His discerning look left me mesmerized.
His touch killed me.
His lips burned me.
He made love to me like he wanted to devour my being.
He loved me in the most brutal way.

But when I had to leave, he looked at me in quiet desperation.
He doesn't understand that it is not I who can fill the void in his soul.
Dora Joe Jan 2015
Simple soliloquies.
Mostly misunderstood.
To some, inspiration.
To many, mental illness.

-Doey
Dora Joe Dec 2014
Did I drag you in?
Inside my inn, you sojourned.
A whole new world, meaningless to all.
But to you, it was your all.

Not exactly ordinary.
On the contrary;
Just the opposite.
Running around like the gender I wasn't born to.

You were fascinated.
I was opinionated.
Yet, you seemed interested.
And born not to be over-ruled.

Like Shakespeare, my writings were romance.
Unlike Wordsworth, my thoughts weren't.
You tried to change that, like a menace.
I laughed, but your will power I saw.

You assured me,
That love I will find.
I told you let it be,
And that I was fine.

Into your world, you dragged me in.
A poet at heart,
A character in the making,
A world I kept tightly in my heart.

You were the sweetest;
Among the rest.
Yet, you were the youngest;
Among all of them.

My weakness, you witness.
Did I frighten you?
No! I think not.
You are still here.

So, thank you My Secret Keeper for your concern.
Now what do I give you in return?

-Doey
It just happened. And a friendship grew.
Dora Joe Mar 2015
I'm a realist.
He's a dreamer.
He wants to run away.
I'd say okay.
I'd have to earn first.
He will be okay.

I'm an abuser.
He's a lover.
He wants to make love.
I'd say alright.
But first, I'd chide him.
He will be alright.

I'm a recluse.
He's a free spirit.

He's everything I am not.
I am everything he's not.

<He doesn't look a thing like Jesus..." Music plays in the background>

That's all.
I just love him.

- Doey
Dora Joe Dec 2014
The two boys.
Of course, they know.
But all they do is laugh.
At the players.
At the tackles.
At the appeals.
And everything else.

Mother.
Always the one who sympathizes.
If the Reds are up by two.
"Oh, I pity the opposition. May they score one."
She says.
"Awh, MUM?!"

Same goes with the eldest.
It would make it more intense.
She thinks.
Me thinks, I should pray for a cleansheet.

Hah!
The two blabbering baboons.
Knows nothing.
Gives running commentaries.
Predicts that the others win the match.
Such support I get.

The next one is a Kop in the making.
I-am-****-proud.

The lil one thinks Ozil is good looking. -_-

-Doey
Dora Joe Dec 2014
I had a visitor,
At mid-night.
Into my room,
He crept.
Silently-Sleathily.

A spectator,
Behind the light.
Over my bed,
He stood.
Sneering-Grinning.

What comes next,
Is a melange of emotions.
A blend of terror and bliss.
He climbed on top of me.
Like on a saddle.
His cold hands grasping on my neck.
I tried to fight him back.
But as I was choking,
He looked at me with the saddest eyes.
And I felt remorse.
I stopped.
I let him took control.
He kissed me with lips so coarse.
He reeked of stale cigarettes.
With a hint of cheap scotch.
I laid there.
And into my dreams I escaped.
I woke up at 3a.m.
My hair slightly unkempted.
My bed, a mess.
And my blankets astray.
The dampness on my forehead.
Was it a dream I had?
Surreal and yet so real.

I wondered.
No traces.
No evidence.
My mid-night visitor,
Will be a mystery.
I thought.

But, you see,
I became curiouser and curiouser.
So, I looked it up.
I was visited by an Incubus.

-Doey
Those nights!
Dora Joe Dec 2014
The door was locked,
From the inside.
No one's opening the door.

(Spare key in my bag)

Standing there,
Nothing unusual.
The dishes have been done.
House.
Dusted, mopped, vacuumed.

(Where is she?)

Her bedroom door is open.
I step in,
Her LBD laid on the bed.
Her red shoes on the floor.
Her journal on the night stand.

(Yes, her journal)

"Page 30. Date: 30/11/13"

(It's today!)

"I am sorry, none of this is your fault.
I wish I could make you understand.
I love you, mom."

I start panicking.

(Where the hell is she?)

"I wish he figured it out."

I hear the water running in the bathroom.
The thoughts running through my head.
And I went in.
There she is.
In the tub.
The water blood red.
She looked so pale.
But still beautiful.
She looked blank.
Yet so peaceful.
Why did she do this?
I'm going into shock.

(Call the police, no, an ambulance)

beep beep beep
dial tone

"This is *, what's your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance."

"What's your address ma'am?"

mumbles address

"Okay ma'am, we're sending an ambulance right away."

"Tell me, ma'am, what happened?"

"I-I-I t-th-think I killed myself."

-Doey
And life goes on.
Dora Joe Jan 2015
He changed.
She changed.
They waged a war.
Not knowing that hearts were breaking in between them.

-Doey
Dora Joe Dec 2014
We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
You were not suppose to see me.
Or watch me walk past.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
I could never remember you,
Nor reminisce your face.

I lived in the past.
And you, in the future.
But our love: lives in the present.
Never absent.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
The slightest touch.
The silliest laugh.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
Compatible without reasoning.
While romanticizing our very existence.

I was your companion,
When you sought solidarity.
But our love, irrevocable.
Never replaceable.

We were never,
Never ever meant to be.
Why did you have to fall,
Fall in love with me?

And why did I take the leap?

Our courage.
Your hope.
My faith.

As our souls collide.
We transcend.
Our love forlorn.

-Doey
"Love is short, Forgetting is long." - Pablo Neruda.

— The End —