JoyRedd - Hello Poetry

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Aug 2, 2019

Aug 2, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC

Today may not be the day we envisioned yesterday. It may not be all that which we talked of as we planned, it may never be anything we over thought of. Today may just turn out to be just that...today. So let's share in this day not as strangers but as lost souls whose paths crossed. Let's share the songs we listen to when we need clarity, let's share the pictures that we look back at to retrace our steps and get our true bearing. You may not stay awake long enough to watch the stars with me,but let's share that which lightens us up and calms us. Today may never be the day we planned it all, but let's through it all to the wind...let's be random with us and in the end find the true value in today...today may not be that day, but atleast we shall say yesterday was a great day and in that hope for a greater day tomorrow. So let's make today about you...about me...about us...about all that which matters. Let's make today the day not planned but still, the day we look back and actually connect with us. Let's do it all today. ©Joy

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Aug 2, 2019

Aug 2, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC

Today...

Today may not be the day we envisioned yesterday. It may not be all that which we talked of as we planned, it may never be anything we over thought of. Today may just turn out to be just that...today. So let's share in this day not as strangers but as lost souls whose paths crossed. Let's share the songs we listen to when we need clarity, let's share the pictures that we look back at to retrace our steps and get our true bearing. You may not stay awake long enough to watch the stars with me,but let's share that which lightens us up and calms us. Today may never be the day we planned it all, but let's through it all to the wind...let's be random with us and in the end find the true value in today...today may not be that day, but atleast we shall say yesterday was a great day and in that hope for a greater day tomorrow. So let's make today about you...about me...about us...about all that which matters. Let's make today the day not planned but still, the day we look back and actually connect with us. Let's do it all today. ©Joy

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I just wish you sent emissaries of truth, Because my mind would be at peace with me, I would have a nary a qualm, And all these glasses would not be broken, And all these tears would not be shed, And now these words will never be taken, And this day will never be forgotten! I wish I got caught up a little at work today, Because then you and your *** would have finished business, And i would be met by the smell of a fresh shower, And the sound of sheets doing turns in the cleaner, And the sight of sugar coated lies! I wish I passed by **** me kwik_, To kiss the bottle with the boys, Watching the waitress sway her non-existent hips, As we rant of all the greatnes around Of the wonders of the green mamba on riparian Than me coming here... To witness your sacrilege on our matrimonial bed... And me calling out to my gone ancestors. Today I wished to be swept off by the floods But it's a sunny dry month Today I wished to have been hit by a bus And got dragged down it's wheels along the tarmac But again it's a sleepy village here Nothing that we wish for ever happens Yet here I am... Having to hear the pleasure moans you have him... Those I always beg for each time I visit your downtown! Now I'm wishing for more... I wish for the rumble of an earthquake For the earth to open up and swallow me whole For a cactus plantation to grow upon my unmarked grave At least with that... The pieces of my shattered heart shall find peace Than watching the wind blow these pieces away The pieces you managed to make of my heart. Joy

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC

Crossed Lines

I just wish you sent emissaries of truth, Because my mind would be at peace with me, I would have a nary a qualm, And all these glasses would not be broken, And all these tears would not be shed, And now these words will never be taken, And this day will never be forgotten! I wish I got caught up a little at work today, Because then you and your *** would have finished business, And i would be met by the smell of a fresh shower, And the sound of sheets doing turns in the cleaner, And the sight of sugar coated lies! I wish I passed by **** me kwik_, To kiss the bottle with the boys, Watching the waitress sway her non-existent hips, As we rant of all the greatnes around Of the wonders of the green mamba on riparian Than me coming here... To witness your sacrilege on our matrimonial bed... And me calling out to my gone ancestors. Today I wished to be swept off by the floods But it's a sunny dry month Today I wished to have been hit by a bus And got dragged down it's wheels along the tarmac But again it's a sleepy village here Nothing that we wish for ever happens Yet here I am... Having to hear the pleasure moans you have him... Those I always beg for each time I visit your downtown! Now I'm wishing for more... I wish for the rumble of an earthquake For the earth to open up and swallow me whole For a cactus plantation to grow upon my unmarked grave At least with that... The pieces of my shattered heart shall find peace Than watching the wind blow these pieces away The pieces you managed to make of my heart. Joy

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Memories are made by moments, That's what the say. Struggles can be justified, By who you are now... That's what they believe. So here I stand, Burnt out, Worn out, But still with my shine. Marred by the elements, Scarred by time, Full of memories, Dried up eyes, With tales to tell. Old and weary I may be, Creaky bones are what I have, More of cracks and rust are seen, But cast me not away... For with age comes wisdom, That's what we know. Ingrained in me are tales untold, My scars are pictures of our past, Dust me up and set me above, Give me a chance to light up again, And in my last dimming lights, Let's turn the rewind button... Do walk with me down this path. ©Joy

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC

Memoirs.

Memories are made by moments, That's what the say. Struggles can be justified, By who you are now... That's what they believe. So here I stand, Burnt out, Worn out, But still with my shine. Marred by the elements, Scarred by time, Full of memories, Dried up eyes, With tales to tell. Old and weary I may be, Creaky bones are what I have, More of cracks and rust are seen, But cast me not away... For with age comes wisdom, That's what we know. Ingrained in me are tales untold, My scars are pictures of our past, Dust me up and set me above, Give me a chance to light up again, And in my last dimming lights, Let's turn the rewind button... Do walk with me down this path. ©Joy

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Like a kaleidoscope, I see your reflected colours Hues of greater wavelengths Not just of reds and blues, Or green and yellows But a mixture of it all A perfect blend of 'em all Your words show of Your presence, A presence that's covered in passion, Your passion gives intensity... It's this intensity that I crave... So be my rainbow A sign of better days After the storm that was Of the blacks and whites Be my kaleidoscope... And I your canvas, _Colour My world._ ©Joy

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC

Colour My World

Like a kaleidoscope, I see your reflected colours Hues of greater wavelengths Not just of reds and blues, Or green and yellows But a mixture of it all A perfect blend of 'em all Your words show of Your presence, A presence that's covered in passion, Your passion gives intensity... It's this intensity that I crave... So be my rainbow A sign of better days After the storm that was Of the blacks and whites Be my kaleidoscope... And I your canvas, _Colour My world._ ©Joy

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I'm scared To lose you I try my best To be flexible I'm afraid To hurt you I need you Though I say not. I love you Though I express it not. But still... That's all I do. I want to stay But will you let me? I want to call you anytime Will you pick my call? I'm calling out Reaching out Just to hold you As I did the first day. Will he let me? Is this the end? Is this what it boils down to? Is this all we had in us? ©JoyRedd

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC

Untitled

I'm scared To lose you I try my best To be flexible I'm afraid To hurt you I need you Though I say not. I love you Though I express it not. But still... That's all I do. I want to stay But will you let me? I want to call you anytime Will you pick my call? I'm calling out Reaching out Just to hold you As I did the first day. Will he let me? Is this the end? Is this what it boils down to? Is this all we had in us? ©JoyRedd

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Chaos...the order undeciphered Pain and pleasure Our way of life That tint we can't wash away So hold not my hands For physical touch is meaningless Touch my soul, See the colour within Hold my heart As you listen to it's stacatto rythm Let me dwell in your gaze Let our locks to sanity break loose Follow my lead As we go through our unchattered path Guide my step... Through this trail we hold dear Fear not 'coz of the darkness, For me and you... In our silent convo We shall make the dance Our first dance to our world. ©Joy

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC

Untitled

Chaos...the order undeciphered Pain and pleasure Our way of life That tint we can't wash away So hold not my hands For physical touch is meaningless Touch my soul, See the colour within Hold my heart As you listen to it's stacatto rythm Let me dwell in your gaze Let our locks to sanity break loose Follow my lead As we go through our unchattered path Guide my step... Through this trail we hold dear Fear not 'coz of the darkness, For me and you... In our silent convo We shall make the dance Our first dance to our world. ©Joy

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_Speak your heart out_,they all keep saying;as they turn away their glassy stares away from your face. _Out of the abundance of our hearts our mouths speak_,still said by the many...but what happens when all that's in our heads is let out? Ain't you just tired of how all seems to keep going and going,I mean, opening the floodgates of your heart, blaring your soul out to other lost beings, but still cage all that which burns and screams within your head? Thus you choose to write poems. Writing them down for the few who seem patient enough to wait the ripples to settle,making the words much clearer and thus create a less treacherous path to your bleeding self and tormented head. You take up your feelings and words straight from your over punctured narcotic-filled veins, sharing the learned and acquired lessons in your mind and maybe...maybe seeing the beauty within and amidst your pain. But...our world being what it is,they all stab you in the back as you lean in for that homely embrace that signifies acceptance and familial bond. Through this it dawns upon you, that you really never stood a chance with them at all...that you were the only standing chance that you needed,and nothing exists in humanity save for our physical lust and greedy wants. And in all this,you become one with your struggles, not a runner from reality but more of a believer;a crusader for pain. So next time you hear them say speak your heart out,just look for the next exit,and run. Run....for your own sanity depends on your agility. And oooohhhh....forget not your pen and paper when you run, for in each step you make,your thoughts and words shall follow you. All that which resides in your head shall never abandon you. _Your blessed curse._ ©JoyRedd

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC

#Life's Randoms

_Speak your heart out_,they all keep saying;as they turn away their glassy stares away from your face. _Out of the abundance of our hearts our mouths speak_,still said by the many...but what happens when all that's in our heads is let out? Ain't you just tired of how all seems to keep going and going,I mean, opening the floodgates of your heart, blaring your soul out to other lost beings, but still cage all that which burns and screams within your head? Thus you choose to write poems. Writing them down for the few who seem patient enough to wait the ripples to settle,making the words much clearer and thus create a less treacherous path to your bleeding self and tormented head. You take up your feelings and words straight from your over punctured narcotic-filled veins, sharing the learned and acquired lessons in your mind and maybe...maybe seeing the beauty within and amidst your pain. But...our world being what it is,they all stab you in the back as you lean in for that homely embrace that signifies acceptance and familial bond. Through this it dawns upon you, that you really never stood a chance with them at all...that you were the only standing chance that you needed,and nothing exists in humanity save for our physical lust and greedy wants. And in all this,you become one with your struggles, not a runner from reality but more of a believer;a crusader for pain. So next time you hear them say speak your heart out,just look for the next exit,and run. Run....for your own sanity depends on your agility. And oooohhhh....forget not your pen and paper when you run, for in each step you make,your thoughts and words shall follow you. All that which resides in your head shall never abandon you. _Your blessed curse._ ©JoyRedd

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And evening came, Wrapped in your warm coat, I drapped in my fluffy scarf, With our usual chitchats Bits and pieces of jokes... Towards the sunset we set off. Across the table we sat, At the corner of our favorite coffee house, Staring at the menus, Making fun of those in offer Those which we understood not But still... Ordering what we usually had... Our usual. There we sat... Synced physicality Shared laughs Stolen gazes Passing time... And in it all We still were one... United in what we knew not. Two coffee pots later, Euphoric state shared, Emotions laid out bare, Words left unspoken And with one final peck, The evening came an end, With a promise of another date... Our coffee date. ©JoyRedd

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC

The Coffee Date.

And evening came, Wrapped in your warm coat, I drapped in my fluffy scarf, With our usual chitchats Bits and pieces of jokes... Towards the sunset we set off. Across the table we sat, At the corner of our favorite coffee house, Staring at the menus, Making fun of those in offer Those which we understood not But still... Ordering what we usually had... Our usual. There we sat... Synced physicality Shared laughs Stolen gazes Passing time... And in it all We still were one... United in what we knew not. Two coffee pots later, Euphoric state shared, Emotions laid out bare, Words left unspoken And with one final peck, The evening came an end, With a promise of another date... Our coffee date. ©JoyRedd

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Hey Ex

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC