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Joanne Kearsey Poems
Ash to Ash
The shards of life piece together to make us incomplete, Without rules we are lost in a maze of despair, Trapped amongst the branches that hold us up, But what do we do with all the evil clowns at the town fair.
They think we're happy! ! ! !
Smiling confuses people because then they think we're happy, Falling into sleeplessness as the shadows start to dance and play, Watch out for the bugs as they tend to bite, And just by chance they might steal you away.
Shivers that cry
Inscribing our names into each other so we are not forgotten, Waiting for judgement day to come and fade away again, Our lives no longer amongst the secrets of the past, Becoming what we wanted to be at the age of ten.
Facing the world with your soul stripped bare Coming forth into a world full of mystery Believing in something that isn't real until now As it is the only thing left to see
Broken words are forgotten in the silence of the past, Another face awakens to the secrets that are wiped clean, The message repeats itself as the voice grows louder, And we are slowly becoming this rusted machine.
Facing the world with a heart as hard as stone, No emotions linger in this canvas that bears no soul, Stating the obvious to be hated by all, As this psychopathic daze buries me in a deeper hole.
Being backed into a corner with no sign of escape, No attention is given to those who are lost, Seeing the boundless darkness that will never come into light, And no-one caring about the disastrous cost.
Trapped in the walls that teach, I no longer want o be here, Stressed out, tired out and spent out of energy,
Life's Little Games
I take these games very seriously as they test your skill’s to survive, Longing for sleep to keep myself alive, No matter how much I try I will never win, The inevitable fate of the world is to insufficiently die.
Anarchy, Rebellion and Hysteria
You ask for this forgiveness for which I just cannot give, Because you have no reason to be forgiven, You must say your prayers as your god judges each deed, And will not forgive the sins we call emotions, Religion is a story waiting to be retold into many interpretations that are perceived as an un-unified truth.
Perfection requires a certain degree of ...
I don't know what to do anymore, Lost for words as my friends are constantly moving away from this place, I'm so afraid of whats coming 'round the next corner, But what else can I do other than put on a fantastically brave face.
Keep it hidden
Keep your secrets, Keep you silence, Keep the words that poison your smile.
My friend is gone as I stood in front of him in shock, Mortality overcome his fragile soul, The noose has taken him away from me, And all that's left is unforgettable hole.
Divided by a Word
Lines used from another persons mouth Ideas from another's mind
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Ash to Ash
The shards of life piece together to make us incomplete,
Without rules we are lost in a maze of despair,
Trapped amongst the branches that hold us up,
But what do we do with all the evil clowns at the town fair.
The glass shatters behind closed doors as the skeletons are released,
Intoxicating the truth with a greater story than the one that has been told,
Correcting the little tests we take as the mistakes are never ignored,
And now these souls are being lost and sold.
Ash to ash, dust to dust, dancing in the shadows that save us,
These shadows call ...