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 Aug 2015 Jana Chehab
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 Aug 2015 Jana Chehab
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Behind these metaphors
I want you literally
{The Wombats}
I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words
 Mar 2015 Jana Chehab
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 Mar 2015 Jana Chehab
ryn
I don't seek your permission...
To write about the what, why and how.
It could be a haiku or come in the shape of a cow.

I don't need your approval...
When I don't sound the least bit poetic...
In my mismatched metaphors or ill-rhymed acrostic.

I'm not asking for your blessing...
When I pen down and put up what I think...
Be it in cloying cliches or in tear drenched ink.

I don't crave for your understanding...
When my 10 word poems weren't filtered through your poetic lens,
Or if my contributions in collaborations lack in sense.

I don't hope for your likes...
If my content does not tickle your fancy,
Or if my words just rubs you silly.

I mean no disrespect...
But don't be too quick to click on the 'comment' button.
Private messaging has been put there for a reason.

I don't mean to cramp your style...*
You're entitled to your own opinions of course...
But if you've got nothing good to say, please save it and shove it up yours.
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This is a peaceful community, almost sacred to many. All bearing a heart (hale or ailing) are welcome to spill their ink... Regardless of writing experience or poetic prowess.

Bear in mind that people write for various reasons. Some are really good at it, some are just barely starting. Some ask for feedback, some just want an outlet.

So... Be nice. Use the private messaging feature if you really need to offload your thoughts on another's text offering.

Respect and be respected.
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In the gas deep under-park,
she sleeps between shadows.
 Mar 2015 Jana Chehab
NahKe
I can't wait any longer.
I don't understand why you don't just ask?
It's obvious we have chemistry,
I just can't stop thinking about you and me.

Whenever I see you talking to another girl,
my stomach goes bad, making me hurl.
I like the way I am around you,
I hope you feel the same way too.

But then when I think it through,
there's no reason for you to say "I Love You"
I'm not half as cute as the girls you like or date,
not beautiful, not blonde, not Helen or Kate.

You tell me that I'm beautiful,
I don't believe you, but you see me through.
I can't wait for you forever,
hoping, expecting, praying you'll be mine.
ever.
I just don't know..
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