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Things are breaking

Things are breaking Things are changing I am becoming undone By the lies behind your smile My heart is empty My mind is numb Breaking to the sight of empty words By the lies behind your smile If I could tell you How my breath hitches in my lungs How it gets caught in my…

Greenhouse of Sentiment

She looks in among the rubble and crumbling rooftops Scanning far and wide Laying her soul down in soil  Open to the possibility of another Her roots have began to wither away No water to help her grow  She is restless Seeking a new place to call home This greenhouse of sentiment Has become her…

In a quiet kitchen away from home

In a quiet kitchen, I recall my home There are no loud voices here No laughter in the house Just quiet pots bubbling and hissing away If I were to recall the way the island smelled I’m sure the fruit trees would be first There are no fruit trees here No one of my kind…

An Excerpt from Lilacs at Dawn

“The Hope We Sustain  Sometimes hope is like poison; it lingers in the body and mind, slowly breaking down all the things we want to keep sacred. It is bitter yet sweet. Hope is like the first kiss you have, waiting for it to mean something, only to realize that lips touching have never meant…

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Hi, I’m Joy. Previously a content writer and designer, I became a full-time freelance writer in 2017. I spend most of my time with reading poetry, writing, and contemplating my life. Here is where I share my poems, stories, and my musings.

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