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Joie Dickinson Poem
Tuck me into a wooden box,
Not fancy, but just for me.
Immerse me low into the earth,
Beneath a tall oak tree.
Scatter the seeds above the dirt,
Sprinkle a blanket where I'll lay.
So the tree will feed off me,
When I begin to decay.
The leaves will exhale oxygen,
When it continues to grow.
The beauty that it got from me,
No one may ever know.
In the tree I will live on,
Although my heart has died.
And if anyone ever misses me,
The tree holds me inside.
Copyright © Joie Dickinson | Year Posted 2015
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Joie Dickinson Poem
What goes up must always fall down
In a world that's constantly trimming
Heroes set out to destroy the clown
An ending creates the beginning
It's too hard to respect the deceiver
An existence in control and regulation
Extremely skeptic but also a believer
In the beginning of an ending creation
Drown in the river of mind's perception
What's held down still will swim up
Ascend in the spirit's proper direction
After sinking in this world closed up
Trickery throbs in the validity of time
Even in sleep it sustains its spinning
Lasting hurts, but demise is more sublime
What ends will create the beginning
Copyright © Joie Dickinson | Year Posted 2015
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Joie Dickinson Poem
Dear shadow,
When I was left alone,
Like a fish in the sea.
When no one else was there,
You still stood beside me.
Wherever I go,
I know you'll always follow,
And that helps me
Not to feel so hollow.
In the evening
You're taller than me,
And I can deal with that
To a certain degree.
As time drags by,
I know I'll be alright.
I know you'll always
Be in sight.
No one has my side,
I can see,
You're my only true friend.
Sincerely, me.
Copyright © Joie Dickinson | Year Posted 2015
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Joie Dickinson Poem
Nothing to analyze
Nothing to admire
Nothing to lose
Nothing to desire
Nothing to choose
Nothing to ignore
Nothing to watch
Nothing to adore
Nothing to impress
Nothing to see
Nothing to look for
Nothing to be
Nothing to show
Nothing to hide
Nothing but what
You think inside
Darkness
Copyright © Joie Dickinson | Year Posted 2015
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Joie Dickinson Poem
I'm trapped under the sky
Pretty faded out blue
I admire it but
I can see past the view
So many things I'll never know
Hiding in places everywhere I go
Whatever is reality?
Limitless infinity
I wouldn't say the sky's a room
What's behind it
How could you assume
Or listen to all the tales
Try to wash my head
I don't say "bye" to the night
I can't ever go to bed
Like a bird in a cage
I won't lock up my mind
Soar up to my every thought
Forever let it fly
I'm trapped under the sky
Pretty shining star
What could be up hiding in the dark
Whenever I tear the sky apart
Do you know who you really are?
7/29/15
Copyright © Joie Dickinson | Year Posted 2015
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Joie Dickinson Poem
You all wear a face that grins and lies,
Hoping that maybe you'll score a prize.
You sweep all the worry in a pile;
With washed and suspicious minds you smile.
The world itself is over wise.
No, not the trees and the deep blue skies,
But the people who say they really care,
When they could care less if you're even there.
You all wear a smile to save the trouble,
Of getting outside your little bubble.
Your mind is full from being so fed,
Of news and lies that the people spread.
You all only dream of more possessions.
What you're all about, no self expressions.
The world can only teach the ones who listen,
When everyone stops, a change will have risen.
It's all the same at the end of the day,
You'll all go on pretending it's okay.
If you all would stop for a minute and be,
Then the world would be in harmony.
Copyright © Joie Dickinson | Year Posted 2015
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