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JANNA R

Tales from the otherside of nowhere.

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voice

Sugar & Milk

Sugar and milk Smooth as silk Runs through like plasma When you have found your chiasma Sugar and milk Smooth as silk Flows through a system So you can resist him Sugar and milk Smooth as silk A voice so... Continue Reading →

Scars

I carry the scars of the dead Of the silence, without voice I carry the last remains of my line I carry all their stories So no one else need bare them

Companition

Will they love you to the point of breaking Will they find your soul for taking Will they hollow you out from outside in With a great roaring mindless din Or will you keep your word to the earth Find... Continue Reading →

A broken voice

Where are the stories of heartful voices With zeal and real open choices Without someone sticking in their heal Pushing over a broken keel Bending over with forceful posture Demanding a timely roster Waving arms in a fit Because in their... Continue Reading →

Remember

I remember the day all the lights went out You said it was love like a hero coming in the night But you punched my lights out with one blow And then I believed that's what love was The destruction... Continue Reading →

SLow rise

I see you Crossing the moat in a boat A lump grows in the throat My chest tightens And gut churns Feeling spirit burns Holding the cards Close to my chest Where the gold lay hidden Beneath my celestial crest Pulling myself together Like the tuned strings of a... Continue Reading →

Inner voice

The words in your mind When you are blind Windows closed Cheeks rosed Lips sealed Soul revealed Mind's eyes pealed Knees and hips steady In time to be ready The tone deep and low From where toes and arches grow... Continue Reading →

Words

How many words can you stomach? How many words can you count? Which words make your heart ache? And which words are paramount? Are there words that shed tears? Or last the test of time for years? Is it their order... Continue Reading →

The Road

They are marching up the road They are coming right here just for you Marching up the road in fours and threes and twos They are marching up the road my dear Marching up for you my dear They are... Continue Reading →

First Contact

I have often felt like an alien who was rudely awoken from a pleasant slumber in the cosmos, to awaken on this strange planet, put in this strange body and never quite able to get the hang of things. The... Continue Reading →

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