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 Jan 2015 Geetha Jayakumar
AFJ
She's such a visionary,
she pictures art where peasants revel...
had a near death experience, said she even saw hell...
She sees potential in me, despite the times that i fell..
she convinced me to keep throwing pennies in wells..
not because she believes in myths and superstitions...
but because she sees homeless people dig in after all the wishin..
So on a good day, i throw in a few quarters, she sees i care.
But im no hero i just want Ms. Adeline to be aware..

Everything she sees, and envisions she blesses. & Everyone agrees...
So i tell her.
Never take your lovely eyes off the world, please.

She promised me she wouldn't, ever since she saw God.


What makes her see goodness?, what makes her so kind?.....
if only the world knew, Ms. Adeline was born blind.




-afj
Home is supposed to be safe
Home isn't supposed to desert you
Home is supposed to love you unconditionally
Home isn't supposed to make you want to pull out the blade
Hope is supposed to be comfortable
Home isn't supposed to require little white pills
Home is supposed to be you
Home isn't supposed to be killing me
when the fear goes away
it only runs and hides
waiting for the day
to take more manic rides

when the fear comes around
it puts me in the dirt
it really gets me down
it really makes me hurt

when the fear goes away
it always sits and waits
wanting me to stay
in those grey panic states

when the fear comes around
it wraps me in a rope
it only wants me bound
it wants to take my hope

when the fear goes away
it is only a trick
waiting in the grey
to hit me like a brick

when the fear comes around
it grabs me by the throat
it holds me on the ground
it wants to make me choke
 Jan 2015 Geetha Jayakumar
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Quill
 Jan 2015 Geetha Jayakumar
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•      
be     
-hold    
    my  sole    
     prized instru-
       ment of choice•
         let it bear the wei-
           ght of my unspoken
           voice•in the dead of
             the silent night•i'll let
               loose my heart so it co-
                uld take flight•consoli-
                  dating all that i think•
                   and...converting them
                     into the blackest ink•
                       only then freely......it
                          would spill•down
                                   the stem and
                                         to the nib
                                            of my
                                               fea
                                                the
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               ­                                         •
The sky is gods canvas
We are all college students
Studying his perfect history
Paint splattered Auroras
Delicately placed stars
A throw up of millions of galaxies
Flawlessly intricate
Laying on our backs
Wanting nothing more than for gravity
To keep us there a little longer
I am the poem she has not written down yet
Creating poetry with our actions and love
Beauty as life
Not all go my way
But when you finally give a chance
It's more valuable than a world
I'll fill this bookshelf
And when I do
It'll be bigger than the library in France

It's a beautiful life
When you finally give a chance
All that you dream about
Think about
Laugh about
And all that you feel about
Finally comes
And gives a chance

What a beautiful life its been
Save people
Feed people
Make them feel
Human once again
The smallest gesture goes far
As the greatest acts flow like art

Its a beautiful world
Nothing goes our way
But the universe's way
I'll dream a dream again
I'll feel and maybe tear again
Its a beautiful life
We sleep, only to wake up
We wake up, only to sleep
An endless cycle, until our eternal rest
Dreamers we have been
Dreamers we will be
Dreamers we are
Heaven is inside of us
We'll just dream that eternal dream
Eternally, forevermore.
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