Josephine Joy

I love to write. It is my way of expressing myself. I love art in general, but writing is my favorite art form. Because writing is art. Beautiful and emotional. 🩷

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Josephine Joy

I love to write. It is my way of expressing myself. I love art in general, but writing is my favorite art form. Because writing is art. Beautiful and emotional. 🩷

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You Birds

Josephine Joy

1 min read

When your birds fly south for winter and they get all gloomy and glum, you make them so much better for you’re sweet as a sugarplum. And when those birds get restless from endless days of flight, you say to them as you hug them tight, “I’m proud of you. You’ve come so far. Truly loved, that’s what you are.” You encourage them then send them off. It’s cause of you, they’ll never stop. You’ve worked...

Poetry

If I See What I Feel

Josephine Joy

1 min read

If I see what I feel, I’d live in a meadow of daisy’s, along the shore, and I’d always be on a horse’s back. If I could see what I feel, the sky would be a permanent sunset. You could walk on the clouds. They would taste like cotton candy. And the sun! The sun would be kind, and keep everyone warm. She’d back off in the summer, and be sure not to roast us. There could be no money, so everyone just...

Poetry

Dead Roses

Josephine Joy

1 min read

The roses you brought me are gorgeous, colorful and happpy.

The roses you brought me are browning, slightly less alive.

The roses you brought me are dying, falling off their stems.

The roses you brought me are sad, so let’s go plant them.

When things seem sad, turn it around and make a sad memory happy. Life isn’t long enough to hang on to the things that hold you back. Keep going. Like my roses,...

Poetry

Survivors

Josephine Joy

1 min read

Never trust a survirior until you know what they did to survive.

That’s how I ended up here. A MENTAL HOSPITAL. People say I’m going crazy but it happened. It all happened.

I was chosen to go to war. I started at military camp, and met a nice fellow. Maurice. He had been in 4 different wars, and survived a shooting in his own home. This is all he told me the first day. The next, he said he had n...

Horror

Mystery

Night

Josephine Joy

1 min read

When the sun starts to set, and the darkness comes knocking, out come the stalkers, as they start stalking. The sun may be asleep, but the moon is wide awake. A cold, round light, leaves a cold, round ache. It may seem a dread, but night can be fun… if your door is shut tightly, might the monsters come....

Poetry

Drama

Bubble

Josephine Joy

1 min read

Walls surround me

Sadness all around me

I am alone

In my little round home

No one hears my troubles

For I live in a bubble...

Poetry

Becoming The Devil

Josephine Joy

1 min read

Through out some time, I learned to steal. When time was up, I could not feel. I did not think, I did not hope, my anger only made me mope. I make others feel my pain. I punish them, in vain. When people die and are cast down to me, I’ll show them how heavenly hell can be....

Poetry

High Above The City

Josephine Joy

1 min read

High above the city, I swung, flying, leaping, soaring. Upon a wooden seat, I sat, as I watched the world transforming. Passing by, the days to nights, see the city lights. I fly beyond the city, the horizon left behind. The world may be a wonderful place, but life will not be kind....

Poetry

Backwards

Josephine Joy

1 min read

The clock rewinds, backward in time. Universe black, cold empty. Nothing here, just darkness, there’s plenty. Space and time never to end but messages through the heart, we still send. As far back in time as we can get, when light and dark had first met. We may rewind but we’ll reach no end, for as far as you go, you will regret. There’s no turning back, for the universe is far and wide. Forward a...

Poetry

Shadows

Josephine Joy

1 min read

In the shadows, sillohettes lurk. Dancing across streets, singing to the asleep. Shadows whisper in your ear, do you hear? “Come dance with me, and my friends. We’ll keep you safe, till the end. You awake, on a stake. The shadows say, “We kept you safe.”...

Poetry