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  • joyfuljoel 4w

    You have not fallen
    Until you have lost sanity itself
    Until you have no need
    for the pleasures of logic

    You have not fallen
    Until you have fallen
    Knowing full well that
    You cannot fly

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 4w

    Sometimes, the smile, is the most painful thing one can carry. The plastic idea of laughter; look at me dance, and I am merry. Look at me, don't look at my soul. For I cannot have you know that I am sad, nay. Come meet the magician, for my first trick, a smile. I assure you that it is real. Now pick a card. There is no magic left in my soul, only illusions.

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 7w

    There's a childishness in flowers
    Of dancing in the rain and
    Staring into the sun
    Of playing in the wind
    And messing with the bees

    There's a childishness in you
    That makes you bloom in the sun
    And when you laugh and dance
    And make play with things you shouldn't
    You are as innocent as a child
    And as beautiful as a flower

    And somehow
    Everything you do
    Makes me smile
    Blowing bubbles
    Or falling in love

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 7w

    Here I come
    On horse back and rose
    I picked them on my way to you
    Besides the river where I watched you cry
    Nearing the banks were we sat and loved

    Here I come
    To love you again
    But this time
    To love your soul and all
    And today, and tomorrow
    And forever more
    I have come to love you
    I have, I love you

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 8w

    The twinkle hidden in your eyes
    Makes my broken darkened void
    The empty space in my soul
    To melt away into butterflies
    To burst into light and laughter
    To have some measure of hope again

    I want to risk it all with you
    For the twinkle in your eyes

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 8w

    It is often the Whispering things
    that harbor the loudest screams

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 8w

    Sometimes You make me feel
    like a thousand poems
    Other times you make me feel
    Like a thousand fires

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 8w

    There was music
    Carried by strangers
    In keys saddened and depressing
    There was music
    Carried by the wind
    stirred in rhythm and croaked wailing

    There was music
    But not a word of it
    To comfort my soul
    There was music
    But not the magic
    To bring you back

    Ashes to ashes
    Dust and music
    We laid you with the roses
    Singing lead me gently home
    And all went home, with the music
    And you went to rest, with your laughter

    The dust settled
    The music was gone
    You are gone
    Peace be still
    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 8w

    I buried my smile with you
    With where the worms sleep
    Went you with my laughter there
    Your body went down
    And my soul went with it

    A part of me died
    When the whole of you died

    Please come back to me

    ©joyfuljoel

  • joyfuljoel 8w

    Rest

    To sleep, or to die?

    ©joyfuljoel