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The Morning After

The morning after
I wake up to my pillows talking to me
Your are gone but they say you were here
You left some time in the night after I said you couldn't stay 
Even after all that excitement you caused with the little you brought
There wasn't anything your body could do to impress me
Make me want to change my nature to believe in more than my stripes
And these spots that have kept me sheltered and unharmed by love
Because love is just some female constantly barking at everyone to be noticed
Searching for gentle and caring hands to bite later
So you took a kiss and your clothes while I pushed you out my door
Imagine my surprise when I still didn't wake up alone
There is this feeling here holding me now
I can't help but think you left it
A revenge of some sort to combat my cool head, cold shoulders, and icy heart
And that makes me want to hate you
Who are you to come and try to change who I am in one night
You should have simply just left a note if you really had to have a say
Even I would have been less offended if you left cash on my nightstand
Just so our one night stand won't still stand in my room
Its staring me down as if I was caught with my hands in forbidden places
With someone who isn't suppose to be here
But there is still something here that isn't suppose to be here
It is the morning after
Well passed our mutual time of sharing
You took and I took
You gave and I gave
And I only rose above you after I spent time at your feet
It was a fair night
I don't think I deserve to wake up with leftovers sleeping over
Lounging in my bed stealing my sleep before my sanity
Because I didn't ask for any reminders
Somehow they have found themselves here infringing on my time
Loitering and littering my space with your impressions I refused to acknowledge once
Inspecting all the marks in the light of day won't allow me to do it twice
If only there were just pillowcases and sheets I needed to wash
Hickies and scratches on my skin I needed to hide
So I can fully convince myself you were never here
The morning after

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I Am Killing Me

I don't want to be here destroying myself
But no one else will find me here 
Alone and in the dark
Without even the pleasure of sharing company with time
I am all I have because I have lost everything
So what can I do when all I know is losing
With idle hands made only to tear down all I know
And all I have
This is who I am
I don't want to be here destroying myself
But nothing else and no one else is here
But me

© Janica V. Williams

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From Afghanistan

We have done this many times
But it is never the same
Each time I lose a bigger piece of myself
And it hurts more
Don't think I haven't thought of stepping away from this
Just to save us from this torture of days, weeks, and months
Sometimes years of praying I come back whole
But you know I can't walk away from who I am
Even if it has the power to destroy us
By taking me suddenly and violently from you
So I make you fill God's ears nonstop
For days, weeks, and months
And sometimes years because you can't live without me
Since I need you I always carry your waterproof image
All tattered with bent edges from using its beauty as a replacement
For the ugliness of this New Democratic World I have to help build
And nourish to an independent standing while it is still immersed in brutal hate
Its a depleting task that is threatening to throw me in dark deep places
Tarnish who I am with what I will never be able talk about
And keep me up late at night trying not the think too loudly
Hoping that I won't disturb the sweet dreams you can still have
While I have to drink until I can find my dreams in the bottle
But I will always be able to tell you that most times it hurts to breathe here
Sometimes in these times I don't want to
But I still take in the bone dust-filled air
Which always seem to reek of old death and the impossibility of life
Rid myself of my all my senses and pull out memories of you
Only then do I decide I can breathe in deep
Because now I have what I need to survive 
A pleasant scent of what I want...you
This is how it has to be
We have done this many times
It is never the same
I just needed you to know that each and every time
The job maybe for the sake of freedom, justice and peace
But I am always fighting to return with just a little wear and tear
Just so I can come back as whole as I can for you from Afghanistan


© Janica V. Williams

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Emma

Emma, I would love to be you
How careless you seem with love
Trusting your hands with blind eyes
Guided by only the faith in your heart
If you get a break or suffer a bad fall or two
You keep moving as if nothing bad happened to love
Pain is so frustrated  being deterred and always lagging behind
It never seem to get ahead in your heart
Emma, I would love to be you

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When I Needed Love

I needed you years ago
My youth kept you away I guess
It was its turn to ruin me
Lead me around by my broken parts
And what a force it was
Surviving on  just insights and inspiration
While I grew into something lower and darker
I couldn't call it hell
But I called it hell just to give it a name
Because it was important to me
It was all I knew and it was home
I needed you years ago
Before I got comfortable in all this
Blind to the harm of being constantly chained to chaos and destruction
But they became family enough for me to wear them as accessories
And although the sun will never tell you they can shine
You will always see me wearing them
I found a small peace and a little right in where I am
And who I have become
Sometimes I wish I can wish
Maybe then I can find solace in thinking this isn't all
And there is more to the little piece of the world I own
But I am still okay with how things are now
And that has taught me something new
I needed you years ago