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Jul 2011 · 526
Your Soul
Joanna Stauder Jul 2011
I remember the first time
I thought you were beautiful.
I also remember
the first time I told you so.
You looked at my crazy,
said, "Jo,
that's not something
you tell your boyfriend."
But what you didn't get
was that I wasn't talking
about your face.
I was talking about
remember when you told me
you didn't believe
in souls?
And I thought
How strange,
for him not to believe
in the masterpiece
he contains.

But I didn't say so.
Instead we talked about
the god you don't
fully believe in
and the hell
I don't think exists.
How could something
who made us out of love
condemn us, especially those
with such beautiful
remember when I told you
I was going to leave?
You sat down
and cried with me,
showing the emotion
I rarely saw.
And I'll admit,
I still don't feel
like "here" is "home."
And you still question God
and I still dismiss Hell
and you still
don't believe in souls.
But I do.
And God knows
that I'd go through
Hell and back
for yours.
Jul 2011 · 582
My Frog
Joanna Stauder Jul 2011
Society's "prince charming"
is a lie I'm tired
of dealing with.
See, I got this guy
and he's definitely
not perfect.
Can't always make
me feel better,
sometimes drives me
completely insane.
Doesn't say good morning
every morning,
doesn't act like I'm
the main thing
in his life
'cause I'm not.
He's got his life
and I got mine
and they just happen
to coincide.
But he...
He's god eyes like
starlight,
got me makin'
a million wishes,
every night.
Got me sayin',
"hey, there's the big dipper!"
Keeping me fascinated
like some little kid
with a toy telescope.
If his eyes are starlight,
then his smile is sunshine,
lighting up my world
albeit only part of the time.

In a life that's so grounded,
he provides me with a sky.
There's rain, storms, and lightning,
but he's so worth it, this guy
is NOT my prince charming;
maybe he's just
the frog.
But he's mine
and he's all
I'll ever need.
Jul 2011 · 768
Independence Day
Joanna Stauder Jul 2011
Sparks fly.
It's those ******
cliche fireworks
everyone walks about,
and you're definitely
my Fourth of July.
My own personal arsenal
of innocent explosions
(and not-so-innocent ones)
to take from
as I please.
I'm so fascinated,
infatuated,
by the lights, patters
sounds your radiance
never fails to show me.
Just when I thought
I'd seen it all,
figured out your show,
you switched it up,
re-earned my attention.
Again, I'm sitting here
watching your brilliance
light up my sky,
enjoying my Fourth of July
every day of the year.
Jul 2011 · 464
Words.
Joanna Stauder Jul 2011
Blank
Blank sheet
Blank sheet asks
Blank sheet asks to
Blank sheet asks to hear
Blank sheet asks to hear my
Blank sheet asks to hear my song.
Some days, I don't have any music.
Some days, I don't have any
Some days, I don't have
Some days, I don't
Some days, I
Some days,
Some

Only **words.

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