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Jo Jul 2013
If a storm could be a lover
She’d whistle through the night
Howl and roar with anger
Knock you straight down
She’d stop you in your tracks
Scared for your life
She’s a wild one
That can’t be tamed
Wipe out your happiness
Replace it with gloomy days
If a storm could be a lover
She’d ruin you right there and then
Here in Hawaii, there's a tropical storm approaching called Flossie.
Sitting here in the midst of the  wind and rain, the poem came naturally.
Jo Jul 2013
Infatuation
Acceptation
Completely comatose
Exuberant compassion
Affection, I suppose
Heart excessive beating
Mind eccentrically flailing
All of the above
Are the signs and symptoms
Of the steps that lead to love
Jo Jul 2013
It was the beginning and the end
That are said to have mattered more
The middles meant too much
To try and reminisce
They held too much compassion
Was too nostalgic
Held too many saudade memories
The middle hurt too much
We try to make it matter less
When in reality
The middle matters the most
Jo Jul 2013
With one swift move
Rope in hand
She whispered to herself
"It'll be over"
She thought of every good moment
She halted
Then thought of the exceedingly bad
It was futile to resist now
One last crisp deep breath
She closed her eyes
Exhaled
Cursed the world
And kicked the chair
Jo Jul 2013
Depression called
She said that you had cheated her
She thought that you were weak
She knew she could have defeated you
But you were too strong
You stood your ground
And now that you're better
A new lifestyle has been found
Something told me that Depression felt fit as a female.
Jo Jul 2013
Forget the promises
Forget the love
Forget the passion
Forget the first kiss
Forget the fire in our hearts
Forget the late night calls
Forget the so-called-spark
Forget the sunset beach walks
Forget the pet names
Forget the intensity
Forget it all, cause
I'll forget you
Jo Jul 2013
I always wonder if you miss me like I miss you
Do you still love me as much as you did last summer?
I wonder if you think of me now and then
Cause I'm always wondering about what you may be doing
If you even really remember me
You told me that remembering you would be past tense
Well, I'm here remembering you now, present tense
Remembering your smile like I remember yesterday
I know you like my own name
Familiar, memorized, but if you think or talk about it too much,
It begins to seem out of place, incorrect
That's how it was between you and I
You enjoying every other minute
And I, wondering
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