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.

03 November 2010

MerryGoRound

You plague me
You steal my sleep
And hold me in deepest perfection
Then tear me apart
Like a used up glass
Like a fairytale in a minefield

And we go round and round and round
Like a damn merry-go-round
And I love too deeply
And you love too deeply
And we try to forget, but
Impossibility is too strong to confine

You consume    
My day my night
And bind me in passion’s emotion
Then leave me alone
Like an hour glass
Like an infant abandonment

And we go round and round and round
Like a damn merry-go-round
And I love too deeply
And you love too deeply
And we try to forget, but
Impossibility is too strong to confine

How am I supposed to walk a straight line now? After the spinning and emotional ring-around?  
It’s like a vulgar hangover that laughs in your face after too much to drink.  And we’re still spinning.

We go round and round and round and round
Like a damn merry-go-round
And I love too deeply
And you love too deeply
And we try to forget, but
Impossibility is too strong to confine
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