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 May 2018 Joy Onyango
JWolfeB
Noted
 May 2018 Joy Onyango
JWolfeB
And some days
I am nothing more
Than a refusal to be
Another poorly written suicide note
I ran to the moon
I heard she was good at giving advice
Should I love her with all my might ?
To my surprise
She replied
Why are you asking me
I am but a lonely rock
Trap in a slow dance
And the only time I’m noticed is at night
I do not know what it means to love
I can only imagine what’s it like
All I can say
Love someone who will cherish you even in the dark
Why don’t you go ask the sun

So to the sun I went
Should I love her with everything I have?
But the sun ego was just to bright
He strutted his rays
Polluting the air waves
I demand he answer me
And with a smug look on his face
He said
Love someone who isn’t afraid to get burned by your pain
Why don’t you go ask the ocean

So I traveled to the sea
Stood at the foot of his crashing waves
Should I love her even if she’s far away
There’s no distance to great
He said calmly as the summers breeze
If she’s not willing to fight through my tides
Hide your heart
Because it only means she doesn’t have to patience to nurture it
If it should ever fall apart
Love someone who’s willing
To become stranded with you
So you both can be saved
 May 2018 Joy Onyango
Avary
The first time I heard those three little words they were not spoken to me, they came as a whisper within.
They shocked me, yet they felt so right... so comfortable...
They never found their place in the world, they were never exposed by my tongue.
For the fear of the stripped vulnerability was too great; the idea that you would examine the bare nakedness of my soul and simply quizzically blink, or poke at the parts that interested you until they interested you no more.
And you did.
And those three little words remain my greatest secret.
My first love, my first time, you ruined so many things for me.
Remember that old uphill trail
We used to meander along
With matching footsteps
Under the sunlit canopy of leaves
Carving words for each other
On the bark of aged trees
Who may have known
what would become of us
But nevertheless smiled
acted as a blank canvas instead
And watched the moments
Filled with playful laughter
Peachy smiles
Lingering gaze
Warm caress
Unfold lazily between us
The winds of time
May have blown us miles apart
Our footprints may have long eroded
That sunlit canopy may have withered
And we may walk that trail
Only in our dreams
But those words are yet to fade
they were the voice of our soul
Etched into the lap of nature
And as I run my fingers along its rugged edges
I reminisce about you
And hope that wherever you are
You are thinking about me too
I'm trying to contain
the entire galaxy in my mind;
but with you,
the stars and planets align
and thoughts just spill out unknowingly.
 May 2018 Joy Onyango
her
Written.
 May 2018 Joy Onyango
her
I fall the hardest for artists
To my surprise, and my demise
They always seem to fall for me too.

Have you ever loved someone that can
immortalize you
Even in the times you felt like life wasn’t worth living?

Have you ever seeped from beneath the tip of someone’s ball point pen, onto their paper and became born again...?
Before you even had time to live?

Christians call it baptism.
Artists call it poetry.
I call it slavery.

Every time you recite me, without my permission.
You had no right to write me.

Our time has been done and I’m still living on your lips, broken into syllables, forced to call your mouth my home.

You put me in your journal and you locked me away, yet you memorized me and play me to this day- in the back of your mind, you repeat, you rewind.
I wish we were really done this time.

But we’re not.
And we never will be..

I’m minimized and immortalized
Cause when an artist loves you
You never really die.

I fall the hardest for the artists.
I guess it’s because I love my life.
Loneliness
Was never a stranger of mine
Before I met you
And Is no longer a stranger of mine again
Whenever I am not with you
Who knew
That shed come back for me
When you have yours turned to mine
Yes, I know you’re only sleeping
But my mind can’t help but to wonder where you’ve gone
If you’ve wandered off to somewhere,
Someone,
Better than I
I will not cry over my loss of your touch
I will only lament my heart’s feeling of fullness when I feel your hand on mine
Because without it,
Sometimes,
I can’t help but consider why it isn’t there
Only to find 12 hours later to be in your grasp once again.
My dear lover,
Where have you been?
My thoughts have been racing,
And my heart’s been akin
To a post apocalyptic wasteland
Devoid of all life.
But, never mind my temporary strife
Because with my palm feeling your heart’s beat,
And my lips feeling your warmth
I know no one’s torn you away from me
And that sleep
Is the only thing
Keeping us apart.
Bryan has insomnia, and is always the one left alone when I fall asleep on him. I now know how it feels, and the loneliness is killing me. After spending this past Friday-Tuesday in his arms, i want nothing more than to be in them once again.
 May 2018 Joy Onyango
Mitch Prax
I ache for skies I have not seen,
and for people I have not met.
But most of all,
I ache for you.
 May 2018 Joy Onyango
Mitch Prax
From known to unknown
From almost to finished
From together to alone
From whole to perished
From safety to danger
From different to normal
From before to after
From devil to angel
From chaos to routine
From angry to placid
From ***** to clean
From bold to timid
From everything that was me
To everything I've feared to be
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