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I don't know if
In time, you'll want to be mine.
Or,
Not mine, but associated,
Not mine, but loved by me,
Not mine, but kind of, sort of, maybe, mine,
Or not mine, but sleeping with me,
I guess I should've clarified what I meant by "mine",
Before I used the opening line;
I don't know if
In time, you'll want to be mine.

I don't know if
It's kisses...

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Thursday 11th April 2013 8:31 pm

I've never written a love poem before.

by Joy Claypool

I've never written a love poem before,
But I can't continue to write the horror I have done anymore.
Writing my darkness has become so much more of a chore
Than just giving up and loving you and yours.
No, I've never written a love poem before but I can try,
Why deny my smile as I write this time,
Goodbye negativity growing in my minds-eye,
That suffocated vine, pulverised till...

Sunday 7th April 2013 9:03 pm

Don't Get So Upset

by Joy Claypool

That’s what I tell myself.
Don’t get so upset,
But in my nightmares I’m caught in the drift net,
Of a tide I could never fight from the offset,
Cold sweats, another piece played in a chess set,
Lost to the other player,
Falling through the multilayer.

It doesn’t matter.
Through the never, forward into forever,
Whosoever found you,
Became only something to be s...

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Wednesday 3rd April 2013 8:07 pm

Is that you?

by Joy Claypool

Looking at the gravestone, from unimaginable heights,
Shows less and less of the fight you put up to avoid turning out the light.
All those maybe's and mights,
Like an equation you just couldn't work out quite right.
Is that you?
I threw the question to the stone,
My fingers slowly glossing the golden lettering; still alone.
Is that... You? Cold bone and structure long since flown,...

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Tuesday 26th March 2013 6:16 pm

AND FEAR IS NOT YOUR FRIEND

by Joy Claypool

I have only ever loved
Once.
That feeling of infection like some unnecessary injection,
That now knows less of hearts racing
And more of little fucking needles stabbing me.
Skin held in the mould of other skin,
Innocence as tall as glass,
Begging to know more of what a melted heart looks like.
You see love was kind,
Love never said ‘I told you so’,
Love was understanding of...

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Saturday 23rd March 2013 3:01 pm

MEET THE PIG

by Joy Claypool

Welcome to hell,
It said.
Feet dragging,
Motions emotionless, moving us along as shackled angels lacking beat,
Heat like silence packing sheep,
Bound to a conscience, never able to crack or weep.
It’s all about strength, is the whisper in the queue.
Knowing that some day the target will fall on you,
Too much not to go insane, twists the brain,
It’s nothing new, this staring...

Saturday 23rd March 2013 1:08 pm

TONIGHT

by Joy Claypool

Tonight? I’m going to kill myself.
I swear to god, this time I’ll do it!
This time,
When I clench the plastic handle tight in a sweating fist,
Take in the silver blade that protrudes like a peacock tail
Into the peel-away layer of separating atmosphere,
I will tell myself that my stomach would look beautiful with a razor driven straight through it,
And I wouldn’t feel so...