Joanie Poston

Joanie Poston Feb 2013

There is no magic within this mirror
To hide my undoubtful tears

I am ashamed of this
This feeling in the p it of my stomach
I should be happy
Grateful for this life

But I see that I am so small and meaningless
But I want to be more than this

I want to be your reason that you smile
I want to make this life worthwhile

I want to be seen and not in the shadows

I want to start this revolution
I want to be a solution
To someones unhappiness

So I hereby tell you you are beautiful and lovely
No matter what they say

Sometimes when I see someone down I don't always know what to say or have the nerve to speak up and say something and make them feel better. I would like to make atleast one person smile a day :) that would make my life worthwhile.

Joanie Poston Feb 2013

Its 3am

In the dead of night
These words take flight

I open my mind
Pondering on what I shall find

I can not sleep
Because my mind creeps

These are ideas in my head
That I must shed

I lie awake
Hoping not to sound fake

When in the dead of night
These words take flight

Joanie Poston Feb 2013

These Are Not Mine

Dear Diary,
       As I look onto you as I write these feelings down, these are the feelings that I have found
Dear Diary,
       As I look onto you you, are my mirror, you are the reflections of my fears
Dear Diary,
       As I look onto you, I see your largeness, I must face this darkness
Dear Diary,
       As I look onto you, this is where I write your lies, Where they most certainly must die
Dear Diary,
       As I look onto you, these are not my confessions! This is not my profession!
Dear Diary,
       This is not me!!! Now I must make a run for it and I must flee!!

Joanie Poston Feb 2013

These Are Just My Thoughts

I present to you this
I am not a writer
I am not a poet
These are just my thoughts
That will surely show it

I am not a preacher of the truth you see
I am just the seeker who hopes to fine the key
You will see upon these lines
That I am more than perfectly fine

That this is my intent
That my message is sent
That,

I am not writer
I am not a poet
These are just my thoughts
That will surely show it

Joanie Poston Feb 2013

Unsightly Creature That Is Me

I see only the fragments of shattered glass
I see no beauty, no grace
You can force this belief upon me
I will presently agree
But my eyes are blindfolded to the truth you see
But I do not see it
Only the repulsiveness of the Unsightly Parts
Of this creature, this beastly creature that is me
I will never see the roses
I will only see the thorns
I cannot be unsettled of this curse
Shaken of this force this reflection
This illustration that is me

Joanie Poston Feb 2013

Paintings With Words

I paint paintings with words
Vivid shades some of grey
Trying to make sense of this world
Lines Uneven
Words do not match
I piece one together and then
another
until this puzzle is whole
I try and I try, try as I may
This puzzle is never complete
I do however conclude that
this is how it should be

Joanie Poston Feb 2013

Ignorance Destroyed

The mist casts a veil over the truth
What we know barely surpasses the surface
What we believe ceases to exist
What we see we must be dreaming
What we feel must be deceiving
Once the mist vanishes into the atmosphere
The world Will become real
Our understanding more truthful
Our feelings more thoughtful
Our visions more beautiful