joanthatoad

[joanthatoad]

Summers Night

Your eyes like sunflowers,

Your cheeks green as the stalks,

I know you grow sick,

When the roots begin to talk.

This night you grow weary.

No light, the shadows are scary.

No it's not your fault,

Even I didn’t know the trees could walk.

The locust hum in the warm summer air,

The leaves fall from great height, without a care.

Lights flicker and fly through the night sky.

Do you think fireflies cry,

When one gets stomped out

And dies?

[joanthatoad]

Oh, how I call

To a God who can't answer

I scream and plea

To a god who grants me cancer

I scream and bleed

Oh, how I'm tired

In Fall she feeds burning on her pyre

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Panic! Please make it stop.

Manic! As it be I stop it a lot.

Please, oh please, would you make it stop?

Oh, see? I'm finally free; finally free to rot.

[joanthatoad]

A Act To Defy God

I sit at the window and think.

My very existence, my very being,

Is it an act to surely defy god.

What is the meaning?

Why am I heaving, to breath and believe

I grieve for something or someone that supposedly created me?

I am neither man nor woman,

I’m something, somewhere in between.

The wind swept off with a howl!

Are they angry with me?

Sculpted by man, but mind molded by woman

If there's a god how would they see me?

For I have subtle breasts and curves to kill,

But something hangs in between.

Would they still accept me for me?

I think this is poetry.

[joanthatoad]

Hands moved,

As if writing poetic scripts.

Fingers soothed,

As they graced my lips.

Silence filled,

Replaced with wild noise.

My soul ready,

For only you to enjoy.

You can be Paris,

I’ll be Helen of Troy.

I’ll reciprocate,

If you agree to fill the void.

Body’s conflicted,

Blood began to rush.

The prophecy depicted,

Such worship is to make me blush.

True colors are shown,

Two beings sharing the throne.

Climax without postpone,

Please be sweet, m’lady Joan of Rome.

[joanthatoad]

Hair made of lilacs and lilies.

Skin green and coarse.

A toad can be many things.

Even beautiful of course.

A toad can write and read.

Can even sing and dance.

A toad can be many things.

Even wear a coat and pants.

A toad can grow hungry.

A tummy grumbling and small.

A toad can go hunting.

When night begins to fall.

Eyes shine big and bright.

Looking for its prey.

A fly begins to buzz.

A toad can have a good day.

[joanthatoad]

Empty nights void of peace

Vilont screams of chaos not sleep

Nameless shouts tires they screeched

Endless machines beamed and beeped

Sirens they blared and men they leaped

To fill their tankers to keep the peace

[joanthatoad]

It never ends

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what if I don’t have enough time to write everything within me. what then. where do the words go. do they get sent to another writer. those are my words. give them back

[joanthatoad]

the problem for the poem was not the flooding nor the ruins after the storm but waiting for the poet to again put words down and knowing a new doom would be needed again sooner instead of later

[joanthatoad]

We danced in the living room.

I slept on the couch.

You lit a candle,

I opened my mouth.

It was more than I could handle.

I wanted to let go.

I was dead you were bramble,

I wanted to go slow.

You wanted to dismantle,

Drunk, we took up the whole room.

But, I smelled of cinnamon,

Like a radiant perfume.

Yes, I smelled just like him,

I knew I was doomed.

We danced as the lights dimmed,

Writing rhymes just to speak.

To someone who finally gets me,

We danced for three days.

Memories, it still replays.

We stood so close,

At my door a single rose.

It hangs dead on my wall.

[joanthatoad]

Night sky as black as death.

Speak to me, show me your face?

I waltz to your saddening tune,

I wait month to month, May to june!

Gather around I wish to speak!

To the ones that take their seats,

I wish you well and it's not the end!

The grand plan for you is about to begin!

So wash your ears and brush your tongue.

A great beauty you are from moon to sun.

Take pride and passion, and care for your health.

In the end just don't forget to be yourself.

[joanthatoad]

Do you remember the time,

When we sat in the snow?

When we ate some lunch,

And we talked about home?

We cuddled just to keep warm,

And comforted just to cry,

I couldnt shed a tear,

Even though your friend died.

Not good at consoling,

I just held you with an open ear.

We didn’t know what happened,

I just let go and tried to feel.

That was foreign to me.

It was something brand new,

Something resembled love,

In that snow you felt it too.

It was the beginning of the end,

Something short and sweet.

Who knew that you would get cold feet.

[joanthatoad]

Skys left cold and blue,

I could not stop thinking of you.

Trees sway through the screen,

Oh, must you leave so soon?

A question left unanswered,

A thought left to simmer,

Left to be answered with time.

You left without saying goodbye?

No words, only a singular kiss,

Upon your lips a hiss of anger sang.

Upon my mind, my heart sank,

A smile on my face I learned to fake.

Were you only a ghost?

Were you real at all?

Hoping in due time you’d become real,

Hoping in due time I’d learn to feel.

Oh my, the image took shape,

In my hands layed a familiar face.

Truly a work of art I thought,

Until it once again falls apart.

[joanthatoad]

Until dawn, I lie in wait

Yearning for just a glimpse, I ache

To be among the mist, dragging lakes

How many bodies must the lake take

I sit and wonder in wait

[joanthatoad]

"Glistening glitter kicked from rooftops the wind howling with such prowess that even a twister would be quite impressed. The streets are wearing their best icy dress. Isles decorated for one mighty occasion, for they are witnessing the birth of a brand-new nation. Gossip of gospel singing freedom can be heard within these alleys. New riders press on and ride forth they sally. If we fail now we'll all hang from the galleys."

[joanthatoad]

A single star overwatched a field not very far

Where monstrosities roam from home to home

Stay as far as possible from that hell flame of a star

A throne with jagged edges made of stone and bone

Such horrible beast lurking down from below

A cursed feast belonging to the priest of God

What terrible news they have to bestow

A single star has faded in a field that is gone.

So goodbye and so long forever and farewell

To the big bright star who burned out and fell