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 Jan 2014 Marissa Godinez
Jai Rho
The sun went down
and the moon returned
above a wave
of thunderclouds

The nightbirds sang
and the grey wolves howled
but not for me

Lightning flashed
and thunder crashed
while denizens
of the night joined
the chorus as they fled

But the only sound
that I could hear
was the tapping
of the morning rain
 Jan 2014 Marissa Godinez
Jai Rho
It's a lazy day in LA
where the sun
siestas in the trees

and the only ice
to be found
is in the margaritas
that we raise
to toast the clouds
that drift away
as the sky blushes

pacific blue
Pessimisim is not ay Tool
but it can become ay crutch.......
There is an ultimate value in Optimisim
it will become ay future....its own future
Allmost like being young
 Jan 2014 Marissa Godinez
Amanda
A bottle of *****
split between two
two aching souls
looking for an escape
The room is spinning
This is where I need to be
No worries
No nothing
Absolute numbness
Appearances swept aside,
a point across a cosmic background.
We are all the same: seeking love, losing pain;
siphons, ideally, in this sense.
Life is what is made of it;
it's a shame that it's a Life of rushing
to which most seem to subscribe;

Moderation is key,
and in a world of such pervasive connectivity,
moderation may manifest as disconnection.

Turn off your phone
and/or your computer
for a day or two
or a week
or month
or year
sometime,
and get reacquainted
with yourself.

If you can't,
you may have
an unhealthy addiction.
I find myself
Thinking to much
About you and I
About your touch

I find myself
Looking your way
Scared, nervous
Not knowing what to say

I find myself
Pondering life
Wanting to be happy
To live with no strife

I find myself
Needing you
To have you near
I hope you feel this too

I find myself
Remembering the past
With you in all your perfection
And the thought that we would last

Alas, I find myself
Growing sad
Knowing I can never again have
The love that we had

With no expectations
I will not be hurt
No, not again
In my white shirt

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