#Josy57

[josy57]

In the Streetcar by Josy57

This is one of the drawings I created to illustrate my poem ‘The City of Lost and Found’. You can find the video here

[carmilla-dilaurentis]

Hellooo

La team Bellamort en français, où êtes vous ?!!

@josy57 est là heureusement ❤️

Mais sinon on est vraiment pas nombreuses ? Dans la sphère francophone, surtout.

il va parfois y avoir des aspects de ce ship dans telle ou telle fic, mais en général c'est secondaire dans l'histoire.

Soyons toujours plus 'nombreuses à écrire en français sur eux deux !!!

J'ai besoin de plus de fic qui se centrent autour d'eux ❤️😈

[wistfulwisp]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get one of your free tarot readings? I would like to have insight into what the next six months have in store for me. Thank you so much ✨

Sure thing @josy57 :)

six of wands in reverse: find what you call success and let that lead you. in order to find happiness you have to find it in yourself, not by the definition other people set for you. you may have some fallbacks in the future but as long as you’re there for yourself you’ll be okay. this period will be one of transformation of what it means to be valued and to be successful :)

Thanks for requesting!

[bedeliainwonderland]

❤ You can and will overcome, in the meantime, you are still wonderful.

Aww thank you for this! 😭❤️ you are amazing.

[vagabondprophet]

Screaming Lights

Away from here!

The wound stitched shut

A dynasty moved on to better grounds 

Conquistador for other vocations.

The medical poet will soon

No longer walk these halls,

Though call and I will answer 

In your time of need.

I've learned so much,

What we got wrong every time

Was to treat the ailment

And not the soul

The nightmare but never the dream.

Become a horror museum

Carefully procured with wax suffering

And grimaces in place so long

That the wrinkles form around them.

Wayward ho

Away we go

Portage this mind so far from home

From the valley to the coast

My ears will fill

With burning homes

And worst of nights.

Now with keen mind and quick fingers

I will listen and respond 

And wake them from the terror

Until those in red and blue

With screaming lights

And brightest sirens

Come with urgency and skill

To rescue them from 

The gaping maw of death,

The jaws of hell closed

By the jaws of life.

- Vagabond Prophet

Thank you @josy57 for prompting me with 'what we got wrong every time.'

[hedonisticteeth]

absolution

wobbly knees, shaking while blood rushes back through pale legs, skin pink at the joints,

feeling my body sigh with absolution, not exactly being saved but feeling safe, aching for you to touch me again,

feeling my toes pop when i stand up as tall as i can manage, stretching and hoping you take pity and kiss me once and for all

((I am so sorry this is late!!! I didn't see this in my notifications at all ::(( I love your word choice, I hope you like what came of it. <3 Thank you so much!!!!))

[definegodliness]

33, 35, 48 ✨

• 33. what is your zodiac sign? 

Aries

• 35. do you have any hidden talents? 

I can whistle in three different ways (the normal way with my lips and two ways by blowing air between my teeth); I can twist my thumb 180 degrees and then fold the tip upward (freaks people out); I have a really keen sense of smell (which has benefits and downsides), which is also why I love the book Perfume so much I guess

• 48. what is your favorite memory? 

My favourite memories mostly revolve around my grandparent’s farm. When I was little the family’s from both my mother’s and father’s side would get together there during summer, to celebrate the birthdays of two cousins and my sister simultaneously. It’d be warm, and there were summer fruits for the picking everywhere. The elderly family members would sit together in plastic chairs under the shade of the cherry trees, talking quietly about little things. While their children were loudly laughing and drinking beer, getting rowdy. Then there were us, the little kids, running around the farm with a dog or four following in our footsteps. My uncle would build these massive slides with a couple of wooden girders and tarp, letting one of those massive farmer’s garden hoses spew water forth from the family well. In my memory these slides were three meters (about 10ft) high, but I might be mistaken as I was very small. So many smiling faces. So much happiness. Even now it almost brings a tear to my eye that life can be so good.

Thank you for your questions!

[aikaleegrave]

Playlist: heartless

get the devil out of me delain though i try not to lose in the end i will fall, better to have you in tears than not to have you at all ; dead to me the dark element something died on the day that you left me, melodies memories and my dreams ; emotional vagrant the scary jokes bright red vacancy signs blaring in your eyes, well my heart might be shot but at least i’ve still got one ; joking indigo girls you kissed me like i was a soldier headed for a war, i’m a dying man but i don’t know what for and you were only joking ; haze tessa violet i’ll carve into your ribs and leave you crying for a kiss, just for kicks ; cherry wine hozier the way she tells me i’m hers and she is mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine

{ send me a playlist title! }

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

Written by @josy57

A Lost Cipher

In some ancient and long-forgotten language There must have been words to express exactly what I keep silent Some sort of symbol, with a hidden and sacred meaning The kind of things that could not be uttered by the uninitiated Only whispered by those who knew Those who knew as I know Those who had received the same revelation And bore the weight of it

I hold on to this idea of some secret arrangement of sounds That would mean precisely what I cannot express Some cryptic cipher, a lost spell or prayer Some hieroglyphic character that is carved in my heart And that I could show you To convey all at once the curse and the blessing That you are on my life I can’t quite imagine what it would look like Some strange entanglement of hand and eye and chest Something that could signify, more eloquently than I I see you, I know you, I hold you inside me I recognize in you something akin to my own soul

[captainpettie]

Slytherin // Taurus // INFJ // Chaotic Neutral for @josy57

“ Ignore all hatred and criticism. live for what you create, and die protecting it. ” - Lady Gaga

[roseblooms]

🎧 ❤

Cheap Kicks - Noisettes

send me 🎧 for a shuffled song

[josy57]

The Intruder

As a girl, I wasn't frightened of wolves and ghouls and gremlins I saw burglars everywhere Melting in with the oppressive velvet dark of my room

Until they took off their mask to reveal bone-white skin They were intruders come not for the tv or my mother's jewels But for me, Always for me, in myopic childhood I would find them in my dreams, moonfaced and wide-eyed Staring from behind the bookshelves Or awaiting, crammed crookedly into impossible spaces Ready to spring out of closets and cabinets Like the night-clad devils they were

My father would tour the whole house with me before bedtime Pointing to every nook and corner, deceitfully empty in his presence His demonstration over, he would tuck me in There was nothing to worry about, nothing to be scared of, Nothing beyond the homely, the known, the expected.

Years flew by and I acquired more adult fears Bills and failure and the lonely nonsensical abyss Of life as nothing more than a series of four thousand work weeks

I unlearnt the primeval truths of childhood The knowledge that at any time, terror can come And seep, tar black, through the strongest of walls Shatter the hardest-held sense of safety

See, daddy, I listened, I was lulled and lured in by that nightly ritual Nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing at all Except, daddy, you were wrong Today, something did emerge from the shadow A man, cut from the same cloth A few steps from the foot of my bed

He appeared backlit in the yellow glow of a streetlamp Standing by the threshold at the witching hour Like a monster waiting to be allowed in

All I could think, in the glare of his flashlight, was 'So this is it' With detached clarity With shock but not surprise I knew it. I had known it all along

The dread did not truly sink in until the next morning When the clear, unchanged light of day Dragged the image all the way out of its half-dreamt state The door had been opened. The stranger had been here. Not as a specter or a vision Not as a nightmare from which I could scream myself free He had been here and he had gone Almost politely As soon as I asked him to Walking backwards the way hunters do in snow

I don't know what woke me, he was so terribly silent Perhaps the ruffling whisper of the curtains Or simply the slight change of light The ominous sense of an unknown presence What if... What if I hadn't been so lucky? What if I had slept through these faintest of warnings?

In my mind's eye, I return to the expressionist scenes of childhood The man, twice as tall and leaning at a disjointed angle Bent horribly above me His unblinking eyes drinking in The oblivious crescent shape under the covers The peaceful, naively unalarmed face The unseeing lids The closed mouth that cannot speak the magic words to banish it

What if this twitch of disquiet hadn't alerted me? What if I were someone who rests easy and deep? Someone who hasn't been christened with dread And made to develop the instinct of the prey animal Incapable of quick escape or apt defense Owing its survival only to an intimate knowing Of the taste and thickness of the air before a storm The stillness and musky scent before the tiger's pounce What if? What if I hadn't come awake?

As it is, the promise of danger was fulfilled with a soft blow The incoming terror came and went, brushing past A gust of fear and nothing more The stranger retraced his steps, rewound his entrance And left the scene of his uncommitted crime.

[thekaijusleeps]

"the embers of yesterday still remain, remnants of life once had still smoldering and burning away, a city of memories crashing down into the blaze all about you. but hark, kindred spirit of the flame, you shine brighter and greater than you know. no other seraph shall descend down to pull you out and save you, for you've your own wings to carry you and help you rise above. soon, the fires of old shall singe you no more, soon your light will shine and you'll once again soar, the house of life past may crumble and fall, but its foundations shall remain, and a new palace for whatever the future holds will you build in its place; there's yet life still to be had, and more stories of you to be told. so please, keep shining and keep growing, and let your wings take you into the sun once more."

keep shining, soar (12/24/17), thekaijusleeps

my Secret Santa present for @josy57 ! I wish you a happy holidays and a fortuitous 2018, I hope it will be a positive year of growth and change for you 😊

[wistfulwisp]

Hi, may I ask for a tarot reading about what 2020 has in store for me?

sure thing @josy57!

the star: great things await you! the cards bring to you today tales of a bright and hopeful future. if things weren’t looking great in 2019, know that the universe is looking out for you in the new year :) be optimistic and keep your head held high. just remember that every wish must take place on earth, so be grounded and practical with any wishes or goals. The star does bring warnings of wishful thinking, which isn't the worst thing unless you bet your life on it! XD

thank you so much for requesting! feedback is always encouraged!

[bedeliainwonderland]

It would be a net loss in the world if you stopped existing. People are shitty sometimes and too caught-up in their own lives too notice when others need help, but regardless of the attitudes of others, your feelings matter, you are important, you deserve being seen and understood.

❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much, that means a lot!

[definegodliness]

Here is the prompt you ordered, Mister: "What my dreams say of me"

Thank you, I love writing dreams and poems related to dreams and dreaming. So this is great! Hope you like the poem as well, I titled it: 

My oneiric existence