Jannana Banana

Blog conversing things with her mind and fingers.

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You were a piece of art to remember. Still stuck in the same old chair and mumble, "Take your time. I shall wait for mine. Your turn makes me crumble, you carry tears as a staple." Painted wine red, a brush in disguise. He caresses me freely, apparently disrupting. I was watching the landscape, he drew me thrice, "Brought my love with the wind, as I wanted to be forever in here."

Back in the same place, along with the memories. Wearing the same old dress, stuck in the same image. Might get over the pain, felt lots of worries. Still won't get tired of watching the art I once owned on the first page.

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Crooked Thoughts

Cropped the hell thing out,

Still in the same image.

Couldn't fathom the spark,

Not rubbish nor savage.

Rock the cool thing out,

Show off to manage.

Mocking the efficacy,

Cutting in average.

Confusions served thoughts,

And thoughts served manners.

Manners were prickly peel,

Genuinely recouping ill.

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"She is Me"

I am perfectly glad, utterly sad. Has in the state to feel what she meant to have. I shall see the perpetrator wandering in the dust, Shunting in the moon, seemingly in rushed.

No, she never had what I told her so. Mad, I couldn't tell what's the difference between sorrow. But, I must see what she got to be, As she is me, who sails a brutal sea.

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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

Lao Tzu

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“Once You've Met Someone You Never Really Forget Them. It Just Takes A While For Your Memories To Return.” - Spirited Away (2001)

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Might dream as the one, Specific features are bluntly stated. Her seeing him in awe, Reclusioning him was sickened.

Might think as chosen, With his charisma being charmed. Never seen him turned his ally, As much responsibility he’s within armed.

He may never possess the perfectionism, He had proven his way too far. Confusions may be his idealism, But his sincerity and gentleness will never be a scar.

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Love Sees no Flaws

"I have dark skin. Will you still love me?" "Of course." "I have many scars. Will you still love me?" "Of course." "I'm not rich. Will you still love me?" "Of course." "I'm not sexy like others. Will you still love me?" "Of course." "I'm not that pretty. Will you still love me?" "Of course." "I'm not the best woman for you. Why do you still love me?" "I love you for who you are. For being honest, for caring, for the attention and for the trust. Flaws? I don't care about that anymore. I don't need anything from you. All I want is you. I want you to love me with all your heart, mind and soul."

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Distraught Outlook towards Nonexistence

Deceptive vision wondered as it seem. Invading sightful tears with the coveted realm. Seemingly reverted, anguish by the thought, Whatever it might be, complexities were caught. Repeatedly shown might roughly lore. Vanished in dawn through overseeing shore. Kept ferociously captured, abidingly wavered, Recurring the loss and sorely suffered. Existing seems fun, yet obstructions are found. How about the counterpart? Will it fathom the puzzling art? Could we be stuck in the same matter? If only in the same, somehow we could halter. Might as well ploy the impotencies, To filtrate the strategies. May outlook the nonexistence with a sensical manner, Still remains distraught over nonsense clutter.

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