writings and poems of Joie Versaer Dantia

Hello, Dear Readers. If you happen upon my blog with the hopes of finding an earth-shattering poet or writer, you have come to the wrong place. I am none such person. However, I will attempt to give you a snap shot of my heart and soul, as it occasionally pours out with inkblots and scribbles. I wish to remain anonymous, as hearts and souls tend to be much more appealing without a name attached. However, if you must needs have a pen name, you may attribute these thoughts and poems to the name Joie Versaer Dantia which means "the abundant overflowing of joy and fresh air." And although, my heart (and therefore my writings) does not always reflect an abundance of joy; my soul, on the other hand, does, and will always remind my heart to breathe in as much joy and fresh air as is humanly possible.

20 June 2010

On Trust and Respect

Respect. I trusted for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

Poor, foolish choices
led to stolen virginity,
and yet, it was no fault of
those choices.
It was no fault of mine.

Because those poor, foolish choices
were made out of trust.
Out of trusting for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

Proud, selfish choices
let to stealing virginity,
and how, could he think it was
his choice
to take that myst'ry from me?

Because those poor, foolish choices
were made out of trust.
Out of trusting for respect.
But he took advantage of me.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

It might take a while to deal with the pain.
With the shame.
With the guilt that doesn't belong to me,
but that I carry regardless.
It might take a while to deal with the shock
With the talking
About my feelings and what actually happened,
but I will stay calm and fearless

Because my poor, foolish choices
were just that:
Poor foolish choices.
They did not sleep with chastity,
They did not grope for sex.
It was the thief. It was the thief
that took my virginity from me.
And left me disrespected.
Left me defiled.
Left me marred.

Respect. I trusted for respect.
But I trusted ignorantly.
I trusted unwisely.
And he raped me.

He raped me.
~Joie Versaer Dantia (June 2010)

On Pain and Reality

The pain,
  Oh the pain of death,
  Which trickles into souls~
      Where dusty worlds
          lie yet undiscovered,
      Where man and boy
          rock in each other's arms,
          becoming one in grief~
  Where life and death
      Become blatent reality
      And all else fades
         in worth and value~
  Where the observer looks on
      in confusion
           and in disillusionment
     searching to uncover the same
           vision of reality,
     but refusing to visit
          those same dusty worlds
          of unwanted pain
          which unlock the eyes
          and reveal reality
as it truly is.
    ~Joie Versaer Dantia (February 2010)