My Love -VThe My Love series (No.

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Forword
Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without
leaving happier.
Mother Teresa
We are living in an era of decreased sensitivity. As human beings we are
growing further apart, we understand each-other less and our lives are
out of sync. Images of hatred, violence and war reign supreme in the
media, we are forced to consume negativity daily. This negativity builds
up inside of us, and weighs our souls, filling each day with less meaning
than the last. This is the world we live in.
The future can be different. In charge of our own destinies we can choose
to pour positivity into our every interaction, choose to give something to
the world, choose love as our first response. Remember love manifests
itself in different ways in our lives.
The feeling you get when your significant other pays attention to
things that matter to you, because you matter to them. The feeling the
homeless person gets when you take time out of your busy day to have
a conversation with them, and buy them something to eat. The act of
putting the safety of a stranger before your own. All of this is Love!
When we created the first My Love collection, its purpose was to
simply explore these faces of Love. With this collection we want to
contribute to a positive stream of thought that will spring a fountain of
true Love in the hearts of everybody that reads this.
We all hold a piece of divinity within us, I hope this collection inspires
you to release it into the world.
May Love be upon you,
Francis Xavier Labiran, Founder - Wordjar

When the Power of Love overcomes

the Love of Power the world will
know Peace.
- Jimi Hendrix

Without Justice and Love,

Peace will Always be a Great Illusion
- Hlder Cmara

Contents
Longing - Jolade Olusanya
Love Is Light - Dwain Brown
Years Later - Alexis Dimyan
Name - Medleen
Heart Muscles - Catherine Sarpong
Forbidden Love - Freda Nomo
June 15th - Beau Cauchemar
Coffee -Francis Xavier Labiran
A Diary Amongst Dolls - Jennifer Eve Smith
Fertile Ground - Ruth Sutoye
Untitled - Mary Akinsulire

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Longing
BY
JOLADE OLUSANYA

Dedicated to
The Sun, because Joni Mitchell Never lies

I am finding it hard to
Stop myself from
Grabbing you
So I make do
With grabbing the air surrounding you
Into a tight embrace
In the hopes that you can
At least breathe in my longing
And maybe
The space between us.
Jolade Olusanya

Love is Light
BY
DWAIN BROWN

Dedicated to
My Fianc, who has been a major reason
for my transformation in life itself

Love is light,
Furthermore love is life
The cycle of photosynthesis
Energised and reproduced through light
A single light,
Breeding life through our fingertips.
So anything you touch
Should come to life,
With an instant lift.
Love is the defibrillator and simulator of life,
A distinctive gift,
Stimulating the instillation of flight
At times, its invigorating or
Even overwhelming or intimidating.
So what am I insinuating?
Im motivated by the love of a candle
That burns and pierces through darkness
Burning bridges, as I envisage
Building a new harness
Now Im exposing myself
Like a nude artist.
What are you doing to me?
Vivid visions of me
On one knee, two keys
And one ring
Waiting for an answer from this one queen
To deliver, this message to
One king
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In a storyline
Where two emerge as one
Enforcing a strong bond
The refreshing source of air to my lungs
And the motivation of the words
That roll,
Off my tongue.
Spread Love and not War
Spread your wings
Embrace the wind beneath them
And feel how birds feel.
With that passion
Show the world
And teach them.
This feeling is organic and volcanic
An unfamiliar territory
But I wont panic.
Inside me,
Lays the eruption
Feeling of joy,
Like listening to the quire,
With silk voices joined in harmony.
Butterflies fluttering in my stomach,
Like a vein or blood vessel
So this feeling is a part of me.
A sense of peace that has helped me to find
The missing spark in me.

Once upon a time

There was an iron heart
In me
Shredded and ripped apart
Blowing away the Tony Stark
In me .
This link has been
Missing for a while
Like two kids playing hide and seek
In a forest lost
Suddenly losing their smile
I have found my smile again!
Now smiling from ear to ear
Embracing this growth spurt
Increasing in strength
From year to year.
Dwain Brown

Years later
BY
ALEXIS DIMYAN

Dedicated to
A beautiful spirit that I met in Poland, and who continues to
enamour me with her exuberance.

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I remember it well,
A bright summer in Poland,
The scent of wildflowers,
Lakes glinting in the sun
And your smile, oh your smile
Flashing all the while.
Years later, penning these words
Every fibre of my body
Alert to loves vibrant pulse.
Alexis Dimyan

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Name
BY
MEDLEEN

Dedicated to
J, as a thank you for every time he has comforted me, calmed me
down and reassured me that things will be fine.
And also because when he says my name it feels like my heart has
done a pirouette

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My name.
You say it and my body
Earthquakes.
I am scared of destruction,
Ruining everything in my path
In an obscure pursuit of happiness
But you put your hands,
One at the base of my neck
And the other on my shoulder,
To ground me
To contain me:
My natural disaster, you hurricaned
Into my life,
Tore apart the trees of my trials
And tribulations
Like they were blades of grass,
You think you have broken the ground
In two but,
Youve improved my landscape.
Your lava has made the soil more fertile
And I love you more than you
Can see life in a meadow.
Medleen

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Heart Muscles
BY
CATHERINE SARPONG

Dedicated to
Myself. Because I can do better

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Heart Muscles.
After several assaults on a heart
Its no longer painful to breathe
Its just more unlikely.
I have left my heart in places where they shred hairs
On the shelf that are lashes
Where long tubes are caught on the edge of those.
I have put my heart as in the middle of octave
As a door stopper in the stable of singers.
I have squared its soft textured edges.
I accidently left it by the mirror
Left it by the cold storage.
I left it by my word count on one of the most important essays
And scolded myself
Because of all of the missing
V w ls
Th t cr t th h rt f my m ss g .
I even loaned it as a screen protector to a cousin
At the risk of not getting it back.
So my heart plays bass and keys, mostly in minors.
It still has things to achieve
But is not inclined to trusting me.
I do not blame them.
And Im hardly disconcerted.
I know there is a broken brick in our relationship
But as I cannot fix it
I am uninterested.
I dont have the mental capacity
Or vocabulary span toBut what I do have are memories.
So I know how to teach.
Whenever they leave
Or whenever I pack them lunch for a long journey
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I always leave a note

Written on the matte side of a chewing gum or hotdog wrapper:
Be sensible.
Call my work number if in emergency.
Stay away from wild men with hats (you know the kind)
Take care
And leave them to it.
Theres a disconnect between me and my heart.
And, like natural theatre,
I think of my bills
And I prefer to think of my bills.
And my future home.
Despite all of this
There is still some of that good imagery.
Having a good space
With webs if metallic frosting
Heated flooring
Brown stones
With remotes in chair pockets.
Young babies
Healthy
With a range in the meters in the voices
With a range in their skin cloth.
With a good partner.
Who takes their time when writing.
Patient.
Willing to drink water
And try.
Someone who will lightly dip my head in grey sand.
Because they know.
That whatever they need
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I will source from any avenue

On any plain on this earth
And bring it to their hands
All punctuation in place.
This is 1 of 4 certainties
But its something.
Now is the time for rehousing
The remaining cloves of my heart.
I would prefer not to
But the laundry needs to be done
And there are things that a heart can aide.
I suppose.
A few people look like those other people
So
(Are you with anyone?)
Im not looking.
Id rather not.
But Im not going to not move forward
Because my heart isnt whole enough
To go to the gym.
Catherine Sarpong

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Forbidden Love
BY
FREDA NOMO

Dedicated to
My best friend & other half, because theres been ups and downs
but we still managed to pull through

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A forbidden kind of love

A cross between pull me in and tug
A mixture of senseless mistakes
A question of do I go for it or do I wait.
A forbidden kind of love
Where you make my lullabies reach the highest pitch
Unconditional love that runs through the streams for you
When they see ending
I see connection when they see impossibilities
How
How could you love someone so imperfect?
Although perfect doesnt exist.
A forbidden kind of love
I saw beauty when they saw disgust
Personality, is what brought me to you
I love you for just the way you are
String, bow and arrow, pull and tug it afar
Whisper sweet nothings just a little more
Love you down to the bone and to the core.
Freda Nomo

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June 15th
BY
BEAU CAUCHEMAR

Dedicated to
The man who reminds me of summertime, your love to me is like
butterflies. A rose garden in full bloom. I love you FXL.

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Francis Xavier Labiran,

In me you awaken,
A beast named passion,
I had no idea it resided,
Until you passed me by,
Naked,
Im sure.
When we speak its as though our hearts meet,
I know you know,
I.Know
Over and over again but for the first time
Youre mine, Im yours?
Take me,
Intentionally,
With purpose,
Truly.
In you, I arise
A streetlight on a summers eve,
We breathe energy
For all to see
One day
Soon
Until then
This one is for you
Beau Cauchemar

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Coffee
BY
FRANCIS XAVIER LABIRAN

Dedicated to
My Queen, Suzannah, for her love fills my soul everyday,
inspiring me to build a better tomorrow..

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Our souls intertwined by faith,

Lovers in another life,
Reincarnated,
To love again.
My skin remembers your touch,
The feeling is foreign,
Yet so familiar.
Coffee.
Strong black intense Arabica,
Awakening our senses,
Im alert,
Awake,
A new day,
Good morning.
Your morning,
My morning,
Our mornings.
We bend time to our clock,
Consume the stars
Spit them out at noon
To create a night sky,
Just so we can pillow talk.
And when we do,
Kaffeina and Aphrodite,
Blend our rough ground organic Love Beans.
A blend of strong black coffee,
And hot chocolate.
Stimulating our minds,
Relaxing our limbs ,
Like a warm loving cuddle.
Mocha.

We drink it daily.
It flows through us,
From us,
Fills our lungs,
Soothes our souls.
This cant be coffee,
Everybody drinks that.
This drug that stimulates me so
This book I cant put down
This soundtrack to my life
That has me dancing in the rain
In puddles
Splashing away.
This sun in my sky
Guiding my every step
Burning away the darkness in my heart.
My air
Giving me speech
Delivering each breath
Granting me flight.
This,
Is too rare ,
To be coffee.
FRANCIS XAVIER LABIRAN

A diary amongst dolls

BY
JENNIFER EVE SMITH

Dedicated to
A.D, my best friend with whom I am in love

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I can still feel the phantom pressure of your

Arms on me, around me
January Sixteenth,
Eleven Seventeen PM.
It is so peaceful here, beside you,
Even my sadness has somewhere quiet to go,
January Twenty Seventh,
One Thirty Eight PM.
My boy made of vapour
Will you disappear if I touch you?
Is that why all these pauses in skin
When we are more than close enough to kiss
Are filled with a ceasing
And while the electricity flows
I wonder that I cant possibly be the only one
Feeling this ellipsis
January Seventh
Six Thirty Six PM.
It is almost nice
To have my heart broken
By someone who cares so deeply about me.
I do sincerely hope she makes you happy
And I hope I am numb for as long as
Possible
January Eighteenth
Ten Twenty Two PM.
It was your own confusion
Between comfort and affection
And my own feelings I have now put aside for
You
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Even though it pangs when I think of you

With her
But I want you to be happy
And for that, I would give my whole being
December Seventeenth
Eight Nineteen PM.
If I dont stop walking
I will be with you soon
In the form of your bedding and the familiar glow of your home
But you are not there
And how can I let myself be where your
Impression is
While I am being torn to pieces by the
Howling inside of me
And only your heat can soothe it
How the thundering weather used to
December Twenty Eight
Eight Ten PM.
Now that I am away from you
Everything has settled back into place
I hope I am not reshuffled the day after next,
When I see your face again
I want to be okay
I want you to be okay.
I miss you
January Sixteenth
Eight Thirty Eight PM.
I knew this was going to happen
Exactly like this
I dont know why I care
I let it hurt
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I let it hurt
Because I always knew this is how it would
Be
And I do not pity myself
Because I have been the biggest fool of
Them all
And so of course I continue to be
I deserve nothing more than this feeling
And I still do not blame you at all
I just wish it were different
January Fifth
Twelve Twenty Eight PM.
I love you
December Twenty Fifth.
Im so sorry
December Twenty Sixth.
JENNIFER EVE SMITH

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Fertile Ground
BY
RUTH SUTOYE

Dedicated to
Nomads trying to find love

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May you never know a love that makes

Your bones frail and your heart, withering.
One where promises and actions live in civil wars,
And drag you naked through tornadoes.
One that robs you blind of all the grace in your veins
As if this was even an option.
This kind of love is far too muddied,
For it adores the idea of you, alone.
Integrity is a phantom.
Respect, a long anticipated guest who made special appearances
only.
May you never have to loop their apologies on vinyl
Loop their apologies on vinyl
Loop their apologies on vinyl.
All that robust, that gargantuan, that thunderstorm love
May it never fall into the lap of one
Who has littered your body with expiry dates.
RUTH SUTOYE

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Untitled
BY
MARY AKINSULIRE

Dedicated to
Anyone like me, learning and loving along the way

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She walks with a limp.

Apparently, one guy came and knocked the wind out of her.
It was whimsical, twirls upon twirls upon twirls
Til the morning he disappeared; left
dry, rustic bones in her dancing shoes.
She never saw him again took her
Two, three, four months to earth the ting.
She would hold them by the cupboard like:
Maybe hell come back.
Maybe hell come back.
Maybe hell
Come
Back.
Now flowers are just for cemeteries,
Sunsets are unnecessary flashbacks and
Chocolates make you fat.
Her smile is igniting.
Electric.
Fairy-lights draped across the night.
Love likes to dance. It likes to trade hurt for new, polished shoes.
It heals your limp into a floating dance step.
It is the moon coming through thick, evening clouds.
It is hands held, tightly.
It is a galaxy cradling stellar constellations,
Clusters of consolation not promising a forevers dance for two
struck stars
But much more than the guy who slipped out for a break and
Never came back.
MARY AKINSULIRE
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Love is composed of a single soul

inhabiting two bodies
- Aristotle

I have decided to stick with love.

Hate is too great a burden to bear.
- Martin Luther King Jr.