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  Dec 2015 Janelle
KJSC
I do no want to be angry
Anger is not an emotion you have truly felt
until you know how much it hurts
and how it unhinges your mind,
introducing scary new thoughts
into your consciousness

It keeps you up at night,
a feeling so intense that it interrupts
and erases all others,
leaving you
empty

It is a fuel,
but it burns *****
leaving debris and remnants
in the motor of your mouth

It pollutes every aspect of compassion
flowing through your veins

It will never run it's course and die out,
it sows the soil of your soul
leaving seeds of despair
reaping crops of destruction

Anger is not to be taken lightly because
it is the chemical manifestation
of all that is wrong in the world
finally
getting
to
your
head.
  Nov 2015 Janelle
NV
when last have i had a 3am kind of conversation,
with my star like emotions scattered all over the darkest parts of me,
mimicking the sky,
my moon like persona that always returns back to hiding me away.  
when last have i felt safe enough to let somebody in,
to not have visions of my vulnerability being tied to the bed after he locks the door behind him,
his voice like some sort of broken record that keeps on repeating that
"it's gonna be okay."
when last have i had a shoulder to cry on that isn't my own,
for my neck to stop worrying that the tear filled sea on either side won't get waves big enough to drown me.  
when last okay,
when last has it felt good to be me.
  Nov 2015 Janelle
XIII
Please help me find her!

Name: Her name is the sweetest ever.
Age: She looks very beautiful at her teen age.
Eyes: Her tantalizing black eyes leads you to the depth of forever.
Hair: Her silky black hair will make queens dazed.

Height: She stands enough for my arms to wrap around her shoulders.
Weight: It is my dream to someday honeymoon-lift her.
Distinguishable mark: Seeing her will make you fall to your knees.
Last seen: She's in front of me, but she's not here.

Circumstance: She was oh so sweet
She tells me she loves me even if everyone is listening
She holds my hand, hugs me from behind
Even if others are looking, she wouldn't mind

But that was the story before
Now, she's like that no more
It seems I have spoiled her too much
All the sweet little gestures for her now seemed awkward

Those changes made me stop and step back
"Where are you?", I always quietly ask
I seem to be looking at a stranger's back
Where is she? That someone I love?

So please! Please help me find her!
If you ever see her, contact me immediately
I wish to see the old her again
Not only for her, but to also set myself free
Just missing how she used to be.
  Nov 2015 Janelle
SøułSurvivør
for the hungry
in body, mind and soul
is everybody's business
should be a common goal

"we have ours my poet friend
a special day? indeed...
soup kitchens aplenty
to minister the need"


but the drunkard with his bottle
the druggie with her pipe
may not be all that grateful
may even cuss and gripe

why? you may ask yourself.
it's common. it's not news
let me tell you as a one who knows
i walked in them there shoes
holidays are hard
the addicted have the blues

"they deserve rejection
they are all at fault
they'd pull up their bootstraps
if they were worth their salt!"


but the folks i speak of
have burnt up family. friends.
it is a cycle they can't stop
sans God it never ends

so giving them a dinner
may fill a certain need
but spreading out the Love of God
is an enduring seed

don't talk down to them
if they are ready, share
you'll find they may just listen
and are tired of despair

we do have a burden
we have a heavy load
showing love to the unlovable
where the rubber hits the road

but if i didn't do it
a hypocrite i'd be
that person with the bottle
save God's grace

could be ME.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/23/2015
I'm going off site for the next
Few days. I'm prepairing a meal
For some homeless people
And a former drug addict
Who's family won't allow him
To their thanksgiving dinner.

Pray that I can reach some of
These people.

I'm not doing this because
I'm "all that". But because I'm NOT.
I'VE BEEN THERE.
  Nov 2015 Janelle
Alyssa Underwood
Finding another poet who seems
to write your own heart is like
coming into a familiar garden
when the light is just right
For all of you
  Nov 2015 Janelle
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

It is easy to love a poet
Give her that smile that she'll never forget
Just send her  a word or a line
And everyday will be just so fine

Show her your photo, good or not
Anyway she loves you a lot
Everything from you is for keeps
Like sweetness of your kiss on her tender lips

Touch her softly, that she never expects
Kiss her forehead as sign of respect
She feels wonderful when you are around
A simple hello is a lovely sound

Give her a time to tell her stories
Make her feel that she's really missed
She just deserves a hug and a smile
After being away for a while

Let her lean on your chest and shoulders
Let her feel that you are all hers
When she waits for a shooting star to fall
You know what's her wish afterall

She always sits on your lap,  doesn't she?
Like a baby girl she ought to be
When she press your nose, fell proud
She only wants you to laugh so loud

Hold her waist and carry her
Swing your bodies into the air
When she tickles and teases you endlessly
She do it with love for your eyes to see

Oh,  it is easy to love a poet
A kind of love you will never forget
Her heart is pure,  tender and mild
Yet she loves so much, carefree and wild...

~~¤~~
It is easy to love when you are ready to love.
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