I wonder if its an illness to want to live to see regret, Egg on fate hoping it would respond, Looking for trouble for its attention, hoping when it makes impact that might just be enough to reanimate what you've buried. "Uh oh, you've given me thoughts."
Picking up validation
Grains of it, Like rice you spilled, All over my kitchen floor. Reaching under the fridge, Separating the dust from the kernel, Fistfuls of dust, For the one.
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Line dancing
I ask myself why I keep deceiving myself into believing I like line dancing. “Toe heel step! Toe heel step!” On a loop, for thirty minutes straight. Oddly enough, it reminds me of doing math homework as a kid. I spin in circles, getting my toes and heels stepped on, And see the pretty blond girl Who dragged me here Smile for the first time in a month. I smile back. Toe heel step. Tow heal step!
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Burr
I feel snagged, Like a burr on a sweater, Buried in wool. Suffocating. But exposed to the cold All the same. Destined to stay stuck Where I don’t belong, Watching the world pass, Just out of reach.
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I think
I would've enjoyed this life more, If I'd done it all, When I was a bit older. "Foolish child, Don't you know that to grow is to live?" No. For there are no living pains, Only growing pains. "What has stopped growing, is dead." And what has stopped dying, Wont grow.
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Denial
If I succumb now It’ll prove something about the world That I don’t want to be true, That I won’t wish into truth. So I stay kicking, Against the tangled sea weed Pulling me down By the ankles To the ocean floor. I keep my face Above the broken surface Knowing that my legs, Human and weak, Must fail me eventually, And that my breath Won’t hold out forever And that I must keep fighting for another second And then another more For if I succumb now I will never see light again.
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She’s someone kind
And warm, Who makes you feel safe, And realize, That you’re not quite as patient As you should be, And fills you with guilt, For your wrongs, In a way That only the innocent can.
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I wonder if you could be somebody
Just by willing it, And refusing to accept “no” As the final answer. Keep digging, And once you hit the molten core, And your shovel melts, Let yourself melt with it, And become part of something bigger. Or cease to be. Either way, you haven’t settled for “no.”
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Ego
The anger protects you. So you’re reluctant to let it go. Stay angry, if you dare. Or let down that shield, And let fear take a stab. What have you to lose? Pride? Ha! That thin film that clings to your face, Stopping breath. Just stop.
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Place with history
Here for you today, But not for you, For you, Unlike it, Aren’t forever.
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