Janine Alyssa Navarro

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

Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems

241. Good, Bad, Strange 1/27/2012
242. I Rule It All 1/27/2012
243. Things And People 1/27/2012
244. Before Slumber 1/27/2012
245. X On A Map 1/27/2012
246. Forever 1/27/2012
247. The Absence Of 1/27/2012
248. Toss 1/27/2012
249. Even If Everywhere Falls Apart 1/27/2012
250. Please Stop Me 1/27/2012
251. Puppet Ii 1/27/2012
252. Here 1/27/2012
253. Breakfast 1/27/2012
254. These Summer Girls 1/27/2012
255. Lived And Breathed To Pursue 1/27/2012
256. Raise Hell 1/27/2012
257. You Made It Rain 1/27/2012
258. Was I Invading? 1/27/2012
259. Only Because I Bleed 1/27/2012
260. Static 1/27/2012
261. Assassin 1/27/2012
262. To Wake Up 1/27/2012
263. Misery, Over Me 1/27/2012
264. Sedate Me, If Only 1/27/2012
265. Deprive Me 1/27/2012
266. Lost The Guts 1/27/2012
267. Inside My Head Is A Dark Cave 1/27/2012
268. Sobriety 1/27/2012
269. Normalcy 1/27/2012
270. A Nervous Flutter 1/27/2012
271. A Missing Map, A Trying Fish 1/27/2012
272. Ten 1/27/2012
273. Life 1/27/2012
274. Whirlwind 1/27/2012
275. Safe And Sound 1/27/2012
276. Poison 1/27/2012
277. You 1/27/2012
278. To Follow You Is Home 1/27/2012
279. Sinking Suns 1/27/2012
280. Saved 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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