joec.81222
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Joined: June 2023 Last seen: 8 months ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

Beauty, personified You are beauty, personified. You are beauty, encased. You are beauty, wrapped up in a bow and presented in a bow-tied case. Your beauty reminds me of a bird, entrapped within a cage. Singing softly, sadly, wondering when he can finally... – *by Joseph Clark*	7 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
Nobody’s Son I’m nobody’s son. Nobody’s lover. Nobody’s fun. I feast upon the sadness, lick the spoon clean of grease and feel it smear across my cheeks. I’m nobody’s son. Nobody’s partner. Nobody’s fun. It’s as if my body is a picture frame. ... – *by Joseph Clark*	12 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
Anger is a buzzing bee Anger is a buzzing bee that stings upon the hour, its wings distract the fragile moon of depression’s fragrant flower, the blue buzz of moonlight sings softly like a hymn, yet melancholy thoughts and sounds repeat a mantra dim, it hurts... – *by Joseph Clark*	27 Views added 11 months ago	Rating

You are beauty, personified.
You are beauty, encased.
You are beauty, wrapped up in a bow
and presented in a bow-tied case.

Your beauty reminds me of a bird, entrapped
within a cage.
Singing softly, sadly, wondering when
he can finally...

– by Joseph Clark

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added 11 months ago

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Nobody’s Son

I’m nobody’s son.
Nobody’s lover.
Nobody’s fun.

I feast upon the sadness,
lick the spoon clean of grease
and feel it smear across my cheeks.

I’m nobody’s son.
Nobody’s partner.
Nobody’s fun.

It’s as if my body is a picture frame. ...

– by Joseph Clark

12 Views

added 11 months ago

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Anger is a buzzing bee

Anger is a buzzing bee
that stings upon the hour,
its wings distract the fragile moon
of depression’s fragrant flower,

the blue buzz of moonlight
sings softly like a hymn,
yet melancholy thoughts and sounds
repeat a mantra dim,

it hurts...

– by Joseph Clark

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added 11 months ago

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