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Joy 4d
I was
the flat line
on the screen.
So deadly immobile.
No sound
and no beep.

I was
so still.
So still
my lack of movement
was a masterpiece.

I was
so breathlessly motionless.
A clock in a dream.
So placid in balance
it's probably me
you wouldn't see.

I was
so horizontal and tranquil.
What happened to me?
Why am I now so upright
a rocket ready to launch?
Where am I flying to?
Why now?
Joy Feb 20
On that day my soul grew ******.
Take thy cherry from out my heart.

To warn me about the citrus fruit
take thy confiture from out my heart.

And the strawberries never treating.
Long I stood there peaching, mistreating
the mellow millefeuille missing.
Take thy cobb from out my heart.

Our persimmons that are hissing
crave the peachy puckery potato
Still is missing, still is missing
and the watermelons were dismissing
that moment when my soul grew rot.
With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe
Joy Jan 19
Earsplitting nightfall
A red, sleepy ant dances
By the margarine
Joy Jan 18
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My heart is patient,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Drinks are soft,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Sides are straight,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Mornings are foggy,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
A home is comfortable,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
A place is warm,
And so is your smile.
Joy Jan 3
Right as my heart begun fluttering and
Even my friends told me I was aglow
Plain and simple I felt.
Loveable even.
And then right as I had finished
Cultivating the courage to stay
Exposed to your caramel stare holding
A promise quite tender and safe...
BEHOLD! The magic swoop which
Leaves you embarrassed and shallow.
Eyes which have moved onto another.
Joy Dec 2018
We talk.
And I feel
my stomach is turning into a bottle of soda.
And the bubbles are rushing up to my face.
And the words "darling"
and "dear"
are hesitating on the tip of my tongue,
children ready to jump
from the edge of a cliff
into a sunny sea beneath their feet.
And my teeth clench
like the protective mother
the children supposedly need.
And my tongue burns from
times which have passed
when the children have drowned in a silent sea,
unanswered.
And my tongue curls inwards and throws them back in the mess of bubbles.
And lets them sink down
back into my soda bottle stomach.



And we talk.



And I'm silent.
Joy Dec 2018
The cruelest thing
you did to me
was the fact
that you almost fell
and did not utter a thing.


The cruelest thing
I did to you
was almost falling
and being this afraid
and not saying a word.


The cruelest thing
time did to us
was uncovering the facts
a year too late
so that feelings couldn't last.
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