fille--de--joies
fille--de--joies
Fille de Joie
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Qu'est-ce que la joie sinon l'illusion d'être heureux? Continuously sad, stubbornly joyful, and occasionally nymphomaniac. ________________________________________ "They say Israel commits crimes against humanity. No. Israel is a crime against humanity" - Miko Peled. _____________ Zionists will be blocked. Free Palestine 🍉 Long live the resistance✌️
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fille--de--joies · 7 days ago
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Froth
I've tried to find their trace in the froth of days. Then roamed about the moon and got bored too soon. I crafted outer spaces set with inner stars. But no matter the places when the soul's buried in Mars.
I've tirelessly sought in aligned constellations, the weakness, the fault of my own condemnation. I hoped for a future, yet it scared them away; it quelled the rapture they've too often delayed.
I've looked for rhyme or reason in the lines of fate. I've mistaken the season and always been too late. I thought I'd climb a mountain but somehow missed the start. The chest lets out a fountain burst from an orphan heart.
And slowly I'll forget all the bruises I get for aiming way too high when I've no wings to fly.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 1 month ago
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Underrated Elation
It takes a speck of sadness to relish
a downpour of shunned joy; when days
cloaked in muteness stretch over the spring,
chrysalides' arrested developments wait for
the next memory's birth to unfurl; and yet
I lie bare on the vernal grass, drenched
with anticipation, as I summon
your hissing tongue
to lick me clean.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 1 month ago
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Oceans & Notions
Forever has expired — what a soothing ending & I bask in the lightness of tiny eternities & pocket infinities like stolen dawn kisses in sleep last stage's haze & a glorious aftersex glistening phallus, ready for a second round — oh darling, our everlastingness still has few minutes left, let's give our mingled mortalities one more shot.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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Trance
To revel in your tense
urge to be sated in the present
tense; and my sweat is your in-
tense seeping from my fifth
sense when I'm but a whiff of in-
cense stuck on your pores,
mending your sores;
the entire scope of pain
that bliss can
cleanse.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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Do I like it
Dark as the shade of night on your flesh. Deep bitter flavor melting against my palate. Dusky timbre of your confession murmured, Daring enough to make me a slave to your lips.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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Hydration
There's always a way for collected multiseasonal rainwaters to crack the dam and burst out of our determination to die from drought; — a death presumably sublimating us into self-proclaimed continence martyrs at the altar of pure love.
There's always a way to ruin one's own cumbersome stoicism. —— Deliverance
is one drop of thirsting slaver away.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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Extirpation
Let me help you
with ripping out the last roots.
I know it's not only for the allergy
to its blossoms. I know it's not just a
spring thing; a tree that's too shady in
summer, too flaming amber in November
yet persistently leafy in winter, who wants
a plant like this in their heart's backyard?
Let me lend you my weeder;
dull hands that'll duly wrench
those stubborn pulsing arteries.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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In the garden of friendships, a warm welcome is the sunshine that nourishes the roots of connection; thank you for your light
In the garden of forsaken poetry, unforeseen blossoms are the promise of juicy omen & succulent fruition; thank you for always coming back
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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Weathered
It's raining today and it feels
like April is crying - maybe
this is what a sad spring
looks like. Your revolutionary
exaltation dimmed with your
regular cumulonimbus, washing out
your few-hour-old resolution
to give in to the need to
give away all that you've
given out in the right tone,
never at the right place, and lost
in reverberation.
It's rained today and it feels
like your locked face is refracted
into the whole spectrum
of rainbow.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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True Blue
"I'm a married man, I don't do these things."
He said, as I put my hand on his bulge.
"Oh look, a squirrel!" I said "it sings!"
As I freed the bird aching to indulge.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 2 months ago
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Botany
You're a hibiscus stamen,
And I'm a greedy little bee.
Dear Lord, help me - amen;
For I'm so buzzy loving thee.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 3 months ago
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Elusion
You warp a symbol,
You run from yourself,
And you eventually tumble—
To vows slipt from your shelf.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 3 months ago
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Feline
It's got in its meow
The majesty of its fur,
When it darts somehow
Towards my lap with a purr.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 3 months ago
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Wasted
There are days like this, where
everything crumbles around you
(un)knowing why, and you try
to stand tall, which doesn't
always work, but you
force yourself, you recount your age,
you miss someone with no flesh or face,
you ask them - why don't you hurry up?
while there's still life, why don't you
hurry up? we'll soon have time
for nothing, and we're
already late.
Some things are not
written in poems, like -
waiting is love
that you waste.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 3 months ago
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Reshaped
How much do you need to thin a heart down
so that it fits inside a tiny box?
And if it regrows therein
would the box shatter
like a galaxy's birth or
would the heart conform
to the shape of the box: a nice cubic heart
that you could roll as dice to pick
-in the most fortuitous way-
the most tortuous path
to the same dead end.
There is art in corrosive
sophistication. Fortunately,
I am uninspired enough to trust
only shortcuts.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 3 months ago
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Tributes
I declare open the ceremony in tribute to desertion.
On the territories of foam and the fortresses of salt, I name you ambulant king carrying his subjects among stripped daisies, crumpled dresses, and mussles, stranded on the shore at low tide memory, yet still teeming with life inside their deaf shells.
I declare open the ceremony in tribute to oblivion.
In the name of ink, erasure, and the lineage of our secrets, I confess retaining, in the crease of a reverie, the fingerprint of an insanity.
I declare open the ceremony in tribute to erosion.
Waves flood your smile; the lighthouse that once illuminated the walls of the shack where stars hide to fade away. Tiredness, lewd and alluring, hums hymns of ether; and, lulled in its womb, joy closes her eyelids on our mirrors.
✒️ F. J.
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fille--de--joies · 4 months ago
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Our Seasons
I don't care what time of the year you are,
my estival pretexts were
all meant to undress you; —— now
put that pomegranate seed ring on my finger
& purr your deciduous vows into my mouth,
for I can only hear when you speak carmine
& your sunset hues dye my winter strands.
We're the vernal folly of the fall.
✒️ F. J.
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