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 Jul 2015 Eve
Betty
Go ahead and get creative with me, my dear,
Tell me all about how I am a lightning storm
That lights up the darkness within you.
Tell me I bring about waves that leave you wondering
Which way is up, and
If you should go down with the ship,
Even though I have always been the captain.
Personification about how I am a hurricane
Coming to destroy you with my wind
And my waves.
Alliteration and hyperbole;
Right and wrong rust reality.
You are making a mountain out of mole hill me.
I was never something so great to hold on to,
I have never been what was holding you back,
And letting me go may be the best thing to happen to you.
But if you want to keep spitting out this poetry,
Then lay it on me.
I want to know that I’m making my way
From your every synapse to synapse.
I hope that I coat your cerebrum and make you relapse,
Wondering what was, what is, what could have been.
Compare me to any natural disaster
Because, darling, that’s what I’ll be.
I’ll be the earthquake that tests your foundations.
I’ll be the mudslide to wipe you away.
I’ll be the tornado to twist up your world.
But you know I’ve always been your hurricane,
So please don’t mind the waves, and honey,
Let me blow you away.
 Jul 2015 Eve
Joanna
Toxic Oxygen
 Jul 2015 Eve
Joanna
We always fall for the people we aren't supposed to,
Because they're the forbidden oxygen that keeps us from blue,
They're a poison, a toxin, it can never last,
But your heart never beats harder than when moments between you pass,
And since we have a numbered amount of breaths,
I want as much of you in my lungs until there is nothing left.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
Untitled
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
She loves the feel of good words
And I am full of them tonight.
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
Untitled II
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
Tinkling giggle, rising flush,
Two hearts to burst with tenderness.
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
Untitled III
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
Her glancing blows held savage looks,
Sparkling with mischievous intent.
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
Untitled IV
 Jul 2015 Eve
N Paul
O that grin of hers could turn the Sun;
Draw Him close to sneak a glare
And we’d sizzle as one beneath the Sun,
In a moment of deathly rapture.
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