JoyDark

cuticles cuticles gnawed, scabbed bleeding, hurting, tempting soft enough to scratch skin

wooden box There once was a box made of wood Who had always felt misunderstood— They wanted to speak But alas had no beak And thus stayed as silent as ...

thumbtack i have bad memories of thumbtacks because each time i look at one i think of the times in the past where a thumbtack has hurt me cut my ...

the things on the cork-board mirror frame Seventeen loose thumbtacks polka-dotting the top in translucent, cloudy shades of red, purple, and clear. Among them hangs a paper crane made of ...

dear JoyDark, here’s a poem about you: stupid little idiot opens up a big fat door; stupid little idiot is a pr*ck forevermore stupid little idiot slaps herself right in ...

Swimming Pool A swimming pool in front of me, It glistens with a eb’ny sheen; One step, two steps, three steps, four, I walk towards its concrete shore; Five steps: ...

Cherry Blossoms Cherry blossoms They smell so sweet But sweeter than you? Nothing can compete Cherry blossoms Heavy with rain Pink, soft-petalled beauties— You seem just the same Cherry blossoms ...

Everything that Plume said I’m down for. NPCs sounds okay, yeah. And ratings... well, I’m always down for an angst-filled superhero safari, especially since most of the princesses are actually ...

hmm...? what was that i just thought? what was that feeling flitting around my beating heart? who was that girl? is this just another daydream of what might be possible? ...

eleven o’clock pm it was eleven o’clock pm and secretly i was wishing that i could walk you home alone so it would be just the two of us; and ...

Soccer Practice A green-and-white ball snaps towards my feet; I take it, dribble, and shoot. (nearly forgot the poem today lol)

Fireworks Red, yellow, blue Explode into view; A loud crackle-pop, Euphoria nonstop— It’s loud, and it’s large But I quite love the view; Purple, pink follow next, Striking night sky ...

Meat Stew Limerick There was a poor family from Nedd: Two brothers, a mom sick in bed; One day the mom died, And the brothers cried; Now who would help ...

Dream-Catcher Dorothy drifted off to sleep And fell down the old dream-catcher deep; Her hair twisted like ivy vines Among the catcher’s twisted twines; The dream-catcher is, as you might ...

bathroom break The stench is overpowering. Her face hangs like a dead weight over the white basin, previously polished but no longer gleaming. Her hair is in her eyes, decorated ...