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 Sep 2019 Josalynn
amuba
We write in times, inspired and amused,
Times when we have things to say.
With my inspiration, my companion, my muse
But here I am, alone and astray.

Breathing but suffocating,
Feeling but hurting,
Dreaming but regretting,
Yearning but leaving.

Why do I write this, to whom?
To you, its for you "Anonymous".
Cheers to me and to doom,
As I lay here, slowly losing my purpose.
My muse.
 Sep 2019 Josalynn
Miss Saitwal
Spill the sass in your throat,
Sit in that infectious boat,
and swallow the fire like a Mod 90's Caeser.

Pull that rope of impossibilities,
and swing to the door of happiness,
like the enchanting fireworks in Brisbane.

Climb the ladder of odds,
and kiss the pole of awkwardness,
like Beyonce dropping jaws with her moves.

Misread, mistaken, misled by faith,
and drinking a glass full of honesty,
like you own your mistakes & fantasies.

Funny fulfilled fantasies,
and anonymous swallowed fears,
like a diamond over an opaque rock.
 May 2019 Josalynn
Stained Glass
"I want to drown myself in music
give myself to art
forget that I have a name
and become the kind of beautiful that is only found in the heart."

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