I made it to the finish line. I conquered sleep and fatigue. I have my coffee to thank for mainly putting in most of the effort. I made it, We MADE IT. HURRAY! -Janice Raquela Mendonca
You breathe purpose into this broken heart. Your love is healing it is in my blood. I can feel you in the air tonight. You shook me up electrified woke me up my restless heart beats only for you. Save me from this restlessness. Help me from this hopeless desire. Every breath you take is love breathing air into my lungs. Your love is infectious like a viral coming over, I feel it with an aching desire to get to know you more. You planted roses and now I am breathing just fine. I become one with the thorns, I ignite in your passion.
I am love, I am delicate brutality. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
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I came into this world with a bang. On a stormy Thursday afternoon, the trains stopped working, the roads were flooded, I came into this world with 5) the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. I loved food. I still do, no one had to coax me to finish eating. I loved eating mud, and drinking soda 10) stuffing my face with chocolates . I was a chatterbox I still am I loved swings and merry go rounds. oh I could never get enough... 15) Hopscotch was my favorite. My favorite thing about my childhood my mother pampering me with cuddles my grandfather smuggling the tasty goodies and sitting on his back as if I had 20)set out to conquer the world. Nana rose was the best she let me be she let me grow and explore. 25) never holding me back. These are some of the Precious things I hold dear. Carefree running wild, full of laughter and uncomplicated childhood. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
Leaves are ripe with the colors of fall. Vibrant hues of fiery red, electric orange, and calming yellow... death looks so divine in this quaint little town. Rows and rows endless rows of Maple trees, Leaves rustle on The air is crisp. It's the arrival of autumn and preparation for winter that makes it so spectacular. Walking down the concrete sidewalk Nature's canvas A beautiful red carpet lay. -of fallen dried maple leaves Autumn the best time of the year, where nature sheds her metaphors to bring to light the simplicity of the circle of life.
-Janice Raquela Mendonca
My furry friend my faithful companion my playmate my guardian. You were always brave, with those expressive eyes you'd always manage to get your way. Even when caught red handed...
Oh what simple pleasures satisfied you, playing fetch,
Taking long walks in Albert Park
digging in the backyard and hiding the bones. And how you'd clean my plate up and eat my veggies for me.
You were such a good boy.
How you'd wag your tail to express your excitement upon my arrival from school. How you planted those adorable big wet kisses upon my face. My true partner in crime. You will always be my little boy. My golden sun, My brightest days, My little boy. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
Time is thoughtfully spared
-to meet the person who beholds the face,
to keep up appearances. and
Time for all.
and doubts to cloud judgments.
Time to face the consequences…
Before we set sail
to far away places.
Prompt #4 Numb
Dead from the inside I am numb. A complete shut down unresponsive to the external. Immovable, life wasting away. Tired eyes and hungry heart all dead in a row. No thirst to quench no dreams to conquer powerless in one way powerful in another - nothing affects me. Nothing to lose, no fear, no feelings, no attachment, no sorrow, Just the bottomless pit of nothingness -encroaching.
Overtaking... overcoming... infectious and familiar
It feels comfortable,
I am doomed anyway, Damned if I do, Damned if I don't. Hopelessness looms like a shadow. Wasted life, Wasted years, The Pointlessness of the point, at the edge of reason and lingering disappointment. Far from any harm, removed and isolated detached and unemotional, I let that shit go. Only to dive deep Head first into the chaos of living. The madness of emotions. The passage through life. I am waking up, Undoing these chains that have held me down for far too long. I am becoming human. I am living. I open the doors and let it surge. -Janice Raquela Mendonca Heightened Sensitivity Awakened
The flood gates burst forth
Let them in
Life so consumed Overwhelmed Crowded by so many things waiting to be felt, acknowledged. Waiting for some sort of response. Smack dab in harms way involved and participated. So many emotions which should I feel Indecisiveness takes over. I want to break free I want to let go but I can't escape. I want to become invincible, I want to become powerful. I am human, I am not perfect. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
Dear Death, How have you been? it's been a while have you come to collect some souls? It's not my time yet... but, while you're still here... Join me for a strong coffee I imagine your work must be killing - no pun intended .
Tell me what does dying feel like? Where do you take the souls of the dead? Does time wear you down like it does the living? Do you have a soul? If given the chance to be anything other than death what would you chose to be? -Janice Raquela Mendonca
Wild child, with dandelion dreams painting clear skies with dandelions floating mid air suspended in divinity making wishes come true. Wild child with a wild heart so open so raw so vulnerable so pure. So full of love and kindness it's almost infectious. Tender heart wild child wishing upon dandelions. here's to hope. here's to you. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
A long hard road,
lay ahead of me.
I didn’t know how long it was,
I didn’t know when it would end.
So I kept walking through the forages
cutting past my doubts
facing my fears,
all the while
Dealing with the reality of the situation.
That nobody could save me,
Only I could save myself
The truth was, I was all alone.
Paranoia preyed at my sanity
shaking the roots of everything I believed in…
I started questioning myself
hoping the answers would appear.
But it didn’t happen like that way.
I fought tooth and nail
and hard for myself.
But,sometimes that too wasn’t enough.
It was cold and unforgiving,
My body started caving in,
My mind still focused.
I kept moving on,
even when I didn’t have
the strength in my legs to walk
Trained my eyes
to look for the light
at the end of the tunnel.
Until one day a
glimmer of light
caught my eye.
I focused all my energy
towards the light,
Before I knew it,
the ordeal was over.
I made it out alive!
-Janice Raquela Mendonca