Joanne Kearsey

Rookie - 38 Points (11 of November 1989 / Brighton, England)

Joanne Kearsey Poems

1. They Think We'Re Happy! ! ! ! 1/31/2008
2. My Ghost Train 2/11/2008
3. Pretences 2/11/2008
4. Divided By A Word 2/11/2008
5. The Noose 2/27/2008
6. Keep It Hidden 3/2/2008
7. Perfection Requires A Certain Degree Of Madness. 7/23/2008
8. Anarchy, Rebellion And Hysteria 10/17/2008
9. Life's Little Games 1/23/2009
10. Deranged And Vulnerable 3/27/2009
11. Finding New Ways To Kill Ourselves 3/27/2009
12. Hiding It From Me 3/28/2009
13. Lost Again 5/1/2009
14. Purple Slinky 5/3/2009
15. Cosmic Karma Symmetary 5/4/2009
16. The Darkened Day Of A Brightened Sleep 5/4/2009
17. Lifeless 2/21/2006
18. Shivers That Cry 2/22/2006
19. Enterprise 2/24/2006
20. Suspect 9/6/2006
21. Broken Words 1/11/2007
22. Emp Debate 5/7/2009
23. Around 11/23/2009
24. Sideline On The Artifice 11/30/2009
25. Stuck Around 12/2/2009
26. How Long Is Forever Really? 9/21/2010
27. Gone But Not Forgotten 3/31/2018
28. Ash To Ash 2/1/2007
29. The Truth And Death Of It All 5/6/2009

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Ash To Ash

The shards of life piece together to make us incomplete,
Without rules we are lost in a maze of despair,
Trapped amongst the branches that hold us up,
But what do we do with all the evil clowns at the town fair.

The glass shatters behind closed doors as the skeletons are released,
Intoxicating the truth with a greater story than the one that has been told,
Correcting the little tests we take as the mistakes are never ignored,
And now these souls are being lost and sold.

Ash to ash, dust to dust, dancing in the shadows that save us,
These shadows call ...

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Broken Words

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.

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