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Joy Lise
California
mother, poet, dreamer...
Interests: writing, skiing, art, anything creative, movies
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You ask why I sigh, as you sweep up the mice i hunted for you today, this misunderstood pile of my heart, that I arranged ever so gracefully, reveling in pride, at their twitching tails, while my teeth ripped through their tiny ribs, and I carried their listless grey bodies,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 26, 2011 at Joy Lise
In this hour, they're almost pretty these bruises, like shadows of your lips, hungry fingertips, the marks of your hips and grips, branding my skin. Like sapphire, emerald & amethyst hued badges of our carnal victories, where I awoke an army of stowaway daydreams with wings, like moon-born moths, insatiably... Continue reading
Posted Jul 25, 2011 at Joy Lise
I mop my beige tile with the Kirby that those teenagers sold to 8 out of 10 houses on this street, forgetting to remember, there is a pile of dead flies, I hunted, and am collecting, in the darkest corner of the kitchen. I wanted to kill all of them... Continue reading
Posted Jul 22, 2011 at Joy Lise
To lives un-altered By freeways un-traveled Texts un-sent Un-read In days not spent In parking lots Un-tainted By friends un-jaded And lives un-invaded By poison un-ingested To marriage un-affected Un-changed By vows that were never made Decisions un-changed Promises un-chained Tangles un-laced Tears un-faced To pain un-felt And gambles not... Continue reading
Posted Dec 9, 2010 at Joy Lise
I’m captured, Imprisoned Into this lustful rouge Cheeks warmed, Lips wet Seeping with burning guilt From esophagus to my pink definition Touching sins and Peeling away This Avoidance of the past revealing A waterfall of taciturn inspiration, Graped pleasure Like a defiant communion choking my soul - Joy Lise (2010) Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2010 at Joy Lise
In the May air What was not to be Turned quiet for one night While inverse stars of a San Francisco sky Looked away from our indiscretions And the steps we stole together Past piers Each echoed into the bay’s dark waters Answering questions Salty froth faced waves Asked about... Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2010 at Joy Lise
He covets their gravity collects at his feet these betrayed children of my tongue peeled from sinewy disdain like nomadic pleas for rain - Joy Lise (2010) Continue reading
Posted Dec 7, 2010 at Joy Lise
Hazel eyes watch familiar hands touch stranger skin with night mask on I slip your underwear to the darkness with fingered guilt the morsel of her marital claim once washed and folded with a love less straining than our tarnished lust You touch me with the blue of midnight regarding... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
Widow of the ocean of a lover buried in uniform who fought for thirty years for that 21 gun salute On the beach where whales stop in mid air to see the sad widow standing on the ledge of the pier (she is a widow --- of the ocean too)... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
I would've been the wife of you because of the way we spent Wednesday afternoons. Enveloped in dusk, bleeding through blinds. On sheets I made into a sandwich for us. Because you could find for me a keepmeclose serenity in thigh induced tingles. Until the lust reminded me of the... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
These are my poems, as sacred and raw as they are. Written over a decade, these poems reflect confused ramblings of a 19 year old in love, sad realizations of a military wife and young mother, and bittersweet longings of a woman on a path to self discovery... among other... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
I wonder if the embryo of the moon was carved by pain, inside out like the fetus of my experience where I carved my own language into my skin, and secretly discovered the relief in the release of droplets, emerging like life sprouting on a desolate land. And like all... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
In my memory he's tobacco nights and coffee mornings mornings far away at sunrise in a dusty trailer he calls me "desert baby" "desert baby," he tells me, "life flashes by" like the vibrant orange of every sunset that passed when i longed to be his girl his girl and... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
In this season of years so sad all that faces me in the mirror is the isolation in the embrace of my own arms, the scars that found themselves to my arms the soft musical trickle of blood so sad yet so vibrant an image contrasting the pale silhouette in... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
She hates to venture far from her domestic throne so I go to her where i cross a moat of cigarette butts and year old ashes she's used the same ashtray since I was born and that hidden cup from where she sips secret wine has never been washed, just... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
Giving myself to you is like sending kisses to the moon they never bounce back as bright and your eyes don't hunger for my body my ears are your ash tray and my heart is your shift stick holding me grinding me forgetting to use the brakes but i'll keep... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
My heart sang A melancholy song Of time and space alone And danced a solemn sway of slow To middle of the night Lonely sighs And daytime darkness longing And like a love, as often told, surprised it from a dream It swallowed whole, my every breath, and every waking... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
Musical tongue feeding Eden inspired creativity where colors burst fourth from Earth's pores and the birds of the mind never sleep Feeding in song with feathered notes that sometimes induce dreams or build the flames of horrors on paper the horrors that are clenched in claws and draped across hungry... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
There you dwell In an ethereal illusion A mirage in my essence Just out of grasp I drink in this poison Seeking exaltation And fortuity to imbue A whisper of your soul Fervent with fluster Drunk with duress Absorbed into audacity Longing to seize liberation From this forsaken expanse of... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
In this quiet As our baby sleeps Breathing away his dreams I am left to wonder What a different life would be I am breathing in this life These lonesome dark hours That fill my spaces Have become the comfort I fear each day These questions of strength And love... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2010 at Joy Lise
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