Joanne Kearsey Poems
|1.||My Ghost Train||2/11/2008|
|3.||Divided By A Word||2/11/2008|
|5.||Keep It Hidden||3/2/2008|
|6.||Perfection Requires A Certain Degree Of Madness.||7/23/2008|
|7.||Anarchy, Rebellion And Hysteria||10/17/2008|
|8.||Life's Little Games||1/23/2009|
|9.||Deranged And Vulnerable||3/27/2009|
|10.||Finding New Ways To Kill Ourselves||3/27/2009|
|11.||Hiding It From Me||3/28/2009|
|14.||Cosmic Karma Symmetary||5/4/2009|
|15.||The Darkened Day Of A Brightened Sleep||5/4/2009|
|19.||Sideline On The Artifice||11/30/2009|
|21.||How Long Is Forever Really?||9/21/2010|
|22.||Gone But Not Forgotten||3/31/2018|
|23.||The Truth And Death Of It All||5/6/2009|
|25.||Shivers That Cry||2/22/2006|
|27.||They Think We'Re Happy! ! ! !||1/31/2008|
|28.||Ash To Ash||2/1/2007|
Comments about Joanne Kearsey
Facing the world with a heart as hard as stone,
No emotions linger in this canvas that bears no soul,
Stating the obvious to be hated by all,
As this psychopathic daze buries me in a deeper hole.
Plodding along this path that never seems to end,
Rebuilding the life I started so long ago,
Time goes so fast when I want it to go slower,
But speeding up until the last person we'll never know.
My head rules the portion of my heart that is still alive,
leading me to a place that is filled with so much hate,
Consuming the evil that plagues my mind, ...
Broken words are forgotten in the silence of the past,
Another face awakens to the secrets that are wiped clean,
The message repeats itself as the voice grows louder,
And we are slowly becoming this rusted machine.
All out of enemies to place your mistakes on,
Stamping out the bumps in the road that you now take,
The grin that gave us away now locks us inside this barrier,
And all that is left are the tribes that have become too fake.