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 Feb 2015 Jolene D'Souza
MIA
Prayer
 Feb 2015 Jolene D'Souza
MIA
I pray my secret won't see the light
I pray my shadow stays hidden from sight
Smile, laugh and pretend as I might
The darkness always comes along with the night
So each night I pray, I pray with my might
I pray for more days with my false delight
Play with her,
All of her,
Her,
Except her heart.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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You blew me, simply, into motion,
Like pinwheel,
     Like fire.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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Let me undress you...
...from wound to wound...
...to soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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Her warm spirit elopes with her singing,
Sometimes, to kiss,
     Kiss, kiss,
          My ear.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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The italics of my poetry
Leans only to your soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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What is with those eyes, that
I'm impoverished into Ten w...*

© 2015 J.S.P.
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Make for me the day
That I'd remember you,
I will tread on the Earth you love.
I'll blame no cloud nor season.
I will be staring at the leaning grasses
Of the Archipelago. I will be calm.

Make me not turn to you,
If you are to approach me
From behind, surprisingly,
Locking your tiny hands on my eyes,
Asking me of who you are,
Because in that moment,
That moment only,
Will I truly dream.
And seeing you
Might make me want to kiss you.

Do it so, stealthily, then
Walk away from me. Run. Leave me.
Send off your goodbye, as though
It was your loving touch
That I may live on
Like an ill-fated Sun,
Missing, always missing,
Its cold half,

As I untiringly wander,
Wonder, remember,
Answer
Why my feet
Can't be across from yours.*

© 2011 J.S.P.
Edited.
When the sky
refuses to roar.
When love walks
out the door.

When the flowers
refuse to bloom.
When the leaves
fall to their doom.

When the trees
refuse to be strong.
When the birds
cease their song.

When the bells
refuse to chime.
When a poem
loses its rhyme.

When a child
refuses to be bold.
When a hand
let goes its hold.

When the smile
refuses its charm.
When the life
is put to harm.

Then, we shall
know, my friend.
The world has come
to its end.
I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me
"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3
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