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Jowlough Jun 2011
waste my time
no talks, no activities.
burn money,
without a justice.

For wasting a thing,
does not mean at all
I will do everything,
to prevent our fall.

see me under the rain,
watch me sneeze.
no warmth everywhere,
Face the cold breeze.

For doing stupid things,
does not mean at all
I will do everything,
to prevent our fall.

See your suitor,
Accept the flowers.
even if you know the motive,
You still moved forward.

If he hurts you
you know what will I do,
in spite of everything.
You know I'll get through.

For I will mock him
even if he's tall
I will do everything,
to prevent our fall.

For I'll flat his tires,
for every bad call.
I will do everything,
to prevent our fall.

I may be a stalker,
or you can call me a troll,
but I will do everything,
to prevent our fall.
(c) 6.24.11 I will do everything to prevent our fall - jcjuatco
Jowlough Jun 2011
Eating short cakes
makes us happy.
forget all this cruel world,
dark and silly.

makes our tooth,
weak and weary.
as long as we're happy,
I'm okay with cavities.

satisfy your sweet tooth,
smile and enjoy.
If those are the little things,
then rejoice.

for all I want,
is to see you smiling.
Okay with my tooth aches,
than to see our hearts aching.

when we're apart,
I long for your presence.
you're my candy girl,
my life's essense.


If Sugar rush,
makes my tastebuds twirl.
what more If got you,
My sweet candy girl.
(c) Candy Girl - jcjuatco 6.23.11
Jowlough Jun 2011
Shoot that media,
It only brings wrath,
splits a relationship in two,
makes someone fat.

Spreads inconsistent news
very ill-adviced.
unwanted receipients,
throwing the dice

rolling into someone,
who's accidental.
rumors are hoax,
one become's temperemental.

Obvious are the motives,
they play like children,
tomorrow they're in the news items,
shamed and forbidden
(c) 5.22.11 - jcjuatco - Shoot that media
Jowlough Jun 2011
A Love so pure
runs through my veins.
stayed inside
my vicious brain,

A girl who's mine,
and stayed true,
inspite of everything
inspite of the blue.

A love so pure,
pounds my heart strong,
I know this time,
I cannot be wrong

A girl who's kind
her heart is gold.
beauty in her eyes
cannot be sold

A Love so pure,
that melts my heart,
realized the worth
of this yong divine

A girl who's part,
Can never be replaced,
A love at its purest,
will  make our days
(c)  A love at its purest - jcjuatco 6.13.11
Jowlough Jun 2011
I grabbed your hands,
and you felt mine.
your head on my shoulder,
feels perfectly fine.

I'd like to dream about you,
In a solemn state.
I miss your touch.
your warm embrace.

your sweetest kisses,
surreal in a way.
bared on your actions,
need not to say.

I am very blessed
to see more than white and black.
forget all those,
silly knap sacks.

Even when I sleep,
dreaming of you is what I make,
I miss everything of you.
my subconscious state.
(c) subconscious state - 6.13.11
Jowlough Jun 2011
Now
Now circled by the fact,
that your presence is within,
to touch and to sense,
was inevitably seen

And it is there,
It may have momentarily left,
Admitted that I lost a fight,
eyes blind and ears deaf.

I was wrong when I decided,
so wrong that it hurts.
that I lost my head, my grasps,
to the one I wanted most.

to the one who never changed,
in spite of my indecisions.
to the one who's always there,
in spite of the danger

in spite of shortcomings,
I see your eyes on me,
I see your lights gazed,
that you want to fix me,

you've guided and cared,
as if it's one sided.
intangible matters,
never really mattered,

Never realized your worth,
until you solidified it
after a long time off,
love felt as it is.

Now I am standing at your door,
Realizing the things I have missed.
will you accept a new start,
and call this as a promise?.
(c) jcjuatco infinity
Jowlough May 2011
fifteen before twelve,
Memories have been flashbacked,
rejoiced the scenes,
while laid flat at the canvass

taking some caffeine,
with a snake printed bottle.
Disgusted by thoughts,
hurt and puzzled.

Silence drove
this cold blooded evening,
Why's have been circled,
without an answer sprinkled

without a company,
alone disoriented sensed,
questions you can't blur,
nor satisfy one's self even.

and it ***** to know the truth,
that whispers are here to stay,
can't even jumpstart,
and establish your play.

Fifteen after twelve,
I found my self still,
coming back in her arms,
with fresh wounds healed.
(c) Fifteen before twelve - jcjuatco 5.30.11
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