Janine Alyssa Navarro
Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems
|681.||Hands Of The Clock||1/27/2012|
|683.||There's A Man By The Lake||1/27/2012|
|684.||I Don'T Want...||1/27/2012|
|685.||A Big, Black Blur||1/27/2012|
|687.||I Slept Alone, I Woke Alone||1/27/2012|
|688.||Little Girls, Little Boys, Be Wise!||1/27/2012|
|689.||'...If You Want Me To'||1/27/2012|
|691.||Take Yourself Away||1/27/2012|
|692.||The Queen Of Every Sky||2/8/2012|
|697.||In The Drunken Hour||1/27/2012|
|700.||The Hobbit Can||1/27/2012|
|703.||A Stagnant Death||1/31/2012|
Comments about Janine Alyssa Navarro
Itâ€™s funny how nothingness takes too long to end
How anticipation speed time.
Itâ€™s funny how weâ€™d want for cries to end
For smiles to never cease.
Itâ€™s funny how promises turn to regret
How surprises become significant.
Itâ€™s funny how love for us ends
When love never really does.
Itâ€™s funny how our defenses crumble
Yet we are strong enough to hope.
Itâ€™s funny how we want dreams to be real
When reality feels like an absolute dream.
Itâ€™s funny how we wish to feel heaven
When being with her/him on earth is ...
Were you really funny?
Or was just I really taken with you?
Those attempts for humor,
they were evident.
Yet fully understood or not,
it got me giggling each time.
But you no longer look at me
the way you did before.
I guess the real joke is on me.