Jos- -siea

Jos- -siea Poems

A diamond like find in a charcoal burdened field
Was special
Such that it's zirconia yield
Was forgotten, overlooked
...

What is love without acceptance
Wholly?

What about it makes it's existence holy?
...

At the heed of your call from my lack of lust
You lost your head and ruined it for us
You gave up on me only after yourself
You broke my trust and our lasting health
...

I can forgive you
To set myself free

I remember when I was enough
...

Jos- -siea Biography

Hi! I'm 22 and I've written poems ever since I can remember I knew how, but in my adult life I use them to release the harder feelings of interpersonal relationships whether they be platonic or romantic. Poetry has always been an outlet for me and I've always wanted to have a good space to share so here I am!)

The Best Poem Of Jos- -siea

Love Zircon

A diamond like find in a charcoal burdened field
Was special
Such that it's zirconia yield
Was forgotten, overlooked
Such that my lens was a shield
From a truth that I knew
But denied out of hope
And I slid to the bottom
And I swung on the rope

Because I couldn't let go,
since I didn't know for sure

If the warning when we met
was small enough to ignore

But I never did and was reminded
Day in and day out
That loyalty is dead
With small betrayals that sprayed out

With a composition ever-changing
You consistently criticized,
From day to night
With each new set of eyes

And I told you about it,
So you lost your composure
How dare someone as imperfect as me
Have the gall to make this exposure

So now I sit reminded again,
Keep your enemies far
And don't make them friends

Or anything more than a passing glance
If ever you let one in
You take yourself to the lance

And I'm lucky now that it's happened no later
And I'm lucky for my past,

A staggering stance
But without it I would've died from a hidden love-hater

And love which exists in every vocabulary
Is overused and withered
Misunderstood,
tributary

To something unnamed, something that splintered
From the freedom, and judge-less nature of the original fragment
With the pure nature stopped, frozen, and wintered
It's an unpinnable nature,
and boundary-less attachment

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