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poetry
These poems have been published in some local skool newspapers and other literary compilations.
Some have been entered in contests, and few have actually made me some money!
All literature copyright 2000.


"hole hearts"
i'll be strong
and crucified for you
even though you are no shoulder to cry on
and for them, with their
worried, watchful eyes
i shall be a likewarm jesus christ
with her sugar-laced lies.
  "redemption"
fumbling along a roadside
long loved, worn
finding peices of foreign clothing
smelling of you and your secrets
(untold, although known)

stumbling
over the words
i am trained to supress
though
thrown random as darts
at your purpled heart
i realise i am powerful

your voice breaks
and i am a goddess
over you

a wreckage of me
held together
by all i am willing to think
though unable to speak

as little scraps of me
disenegrate and float (as fireflies)
past your body at my privates
pinning you and your uncertainty
for eternity
to me.

"grey"
lately
i am washed out
denim
faded everywhere
undefined
used up
wards
as grey skyelines
no one cares to have more of

i remember feeling light
tight newness to try
complimenting clothes with
to parade and glow
certain of shine
so certain
everything is fine

but lately
my dissolving mind
will not rest, devour
or excite
but can only find
more of what
is no longer mine.


"j"
falling for light
and a sandy haired boy.
what can i do with water-colored eyes
except dirty them?
(i am a gasoline-veined gRrL)
not too good with
glass acts and china masks

how german of me to smash him.

JeZeBeLHeArTstAr@YaHoO.Com


"flaming"
little slits for eyes
with gapped, pink fruit
less lips
holding a weak gRrl together.
(but as cold winter air
he would soon let me go)

smirking
with electric blue
asking, eyes open
and hurting, what was to become of me
and my white
grRlishness
that burned, and colored red all over
like dropping rose petals
leaving peices of me
as a halo
around the pillows by your head.


"shimmer"
shimmer, glimmer
blazing star
wondering why
you are so far
hanging high
above my eye
as i wish myself to die

of shimmer and glimmer
flaring star
even though you live so far
let your light burn into me
as long and wide as i can be.