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Sep 2018 · 239
Nostalgia
Joanne Chan Sep 2018
Light, tinkling laughter
echoes in faint memories;
A heart grows warmer.
A haiku about nostalgia
Jun 2015 · 1.2k
Drysdale: Red landscape
Joanne Chan Jun 2015
The sky wept blood red tears
Onto the parched landscape
Forgotten apparel
Sway limply in the dead draft
Ruby Dust settles on neglected items
Lifeless items
  A monster approaches
Ready to swallow the world
And crush it with crimson teeth
Red Fingers as gentle as feathers
Yet ready to suffocate  
With strength of a thousand tigers
Armageddon is approaching
Death will be brought unto all
This is a poem based on a piece of art by Drysdale, check out the original picture
Jun 2015 · 448
Haiku
Joanne Chan Jun 2015
Majestic mountains
Protecting the tranquil town
With power and strength
Jun 2015 · 993
Madness
Joanne Chan Jun 2015
Skulls of fiends hang from trees
Silhouettes of slaughterers slither in the shadows
Ghouls and demons threaten
We’ll **** your soul
Stick thin arms and legs reach out to grab me
Bloated bodies and faces loom too close
I feel myself losing all reasoning
The sane world is disappearing
Black madness is creeping in to the edges of my head
Ready to control me
Yet I have strength
Strength to fight back
And see what is true
“OUT! BEGONE!”
The terrifying gore is all gone
Replaced with something a hundred, thousand, trillion times worse
Humans.
Painful puppets hanging on strings, stereotypes
Beautiful ladies with plastic smiles
Deadly diseases
Real monsters on earth
Us.
Killer machines that trigger mass destruction
The horrors of world wars
It all makes me want to weep with hopelessness
Sanity isn’t as fine as it sounds
Maybe I am not free yet
Maybe there is a better world in the distance
Maybe,
There is no reason to fear madness…
We are the very definition of madness.
Jun 2015 · 2.6k
Claustrophobia
Joanne Chan Jun 2015
Claustrophobia confines me
Noise is muted
Time slows down
The sound of my racing heart fills the air
The world turns like a haunted merry-go-round
And my sight blurs
I gulp in stale air
The smell of mass body odour stings my nose
My palms are sweating
Fellow humans beside me turn into snarling aliens
My body shrieks at me to run
But the ground grabs my feet with clawed fingers
Panic is overwhelming common sense
I am losing my mind
A scream slowly rises to my throat
DING
The doors open
One sigh of relief
And my body gratefully flies out into freedom
Never again
Jun 2015 · 21.8k
Rejection
Joanne Chan Jun 2015
A lone voice calls out
Never reaching the stars
Left floating in frigid space
On a blind, infinite journey
Rejection

Nearby are others
Insults are constant gifts
Thrown like red meteorites
And suffocating nebulas
Rejection

Even the cruel pain
Ripping mercilessly
A black hole ******* souls in
Ruthless strength conquers everything
Rejection

— The End —