Janine Alyssa Navarro

Rookie (March 21,1991 / Dubai, U.A.E.)

Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems

201. Walt Me To The Sunset 1/27/2012
202. Threepeat Defeat 1/27/2012
203. Those Asks 1/27/2012
204. Take Me Up 1/27/2012
205. You Were Blind To Me 1/27/2012
206. Silly Story 1/27/2012
207. Better 1/27/2012
208. Listen 1/27/2012
209. Cape 1/27/2012
210. Playful Love, Trickle 1/27/2012
211. Wind 1/27/2012
212. You Have A Dark Heart, Thief 1/27/2012
213. Lean On You 1/27/2012
214. Get Ready 1/27/2012
215. What I Do Best 1/27/2012
216. We Are Forever Bountiful 1/27/2012
217. Nsa 1/27/2012
218. Seek Mine 1/27/2012
219. We Will Be Saved, This Poetry 1/27/2012
220. Trouble Ii 1/27/2012
221. I Am The Sand 1/27/2012
222. More Words 1/27/2012
223. You Bleed Yourself To Feel 1/27/2012
224. Tick Tock 1/27/2012
225. Empathy 1/27/2012
226. Sleep Is A Kingdom 1/27/2012
227. Deaf-Mutes, Eternally Happy 1/27/2012
228. Find Me 1/27/2012
229. Gah, Sleep 1/27/2012
230. Rut 1/27/2012
231. Sporchticus 1/27/2012
232. Holiday 1/27/2012
233. Get The Phone: It's Ringing 1/27/2012
234. 'Welcome' 1/27/2012
235. The Land Is Deserted 1/27/2012
236. There Is Sunrise, A New Tomorrow 1/27/2012
237. In An Apparatus 1/27/2012
238. Is It Allowed? 1/27/2012
239. Novice Pen Ii 1/27/2012
240. Coma 1/27/2012
Best Poem of Janine Alyssa Navarro

Drinks And Daily Deaths

Do you believe that you belong
In that drowning sensation
Where you’re safe as long as
You’re constantly inundated?

Can I save you, or is it too late
To place you next to me
Where it’s safe, dry and free
From the perilousness of fallacy?

Do you see clearer with it
Instead of resting upon my dress?
Growing apart, drifting away
All it’s ever going to do is hurt you

I see you smitten, betrothed to it
I am helpless, you are lost in its seas
But it is evident that these daily deaths
Would eventually bring us together

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Faint Flower

Our love blossomed like that of a shy flower
It took some time for it to bloom
The sun shone brightly yet we didn’t haste
Every minute was as gentle as a blushing seed.

The next days were like living a book
Yet it seemed the end was too far away
We loved the way how clocks were at halt
No measurement interfered; we were besotted.

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