Lilac Wine

“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.“

— Sylvia Plath

The Archive of Jo

my life

Who am I?

If you’ve just randomly found this website, you may be wondering who I am right now, and what the purpose of this webpage is. Well, there is no real reason besides to catalogue my thoughts and be able to share my ideas with others around the world. Now who am I, is a little bit harder to answer. My name is Jo and I’m from Maine, I like to think of myself as a writer or an artist. I usually write in free verse poetry, but I also create physical media as well (drawing, painting, etc-). I would love to get any feedback/critisisms on my work, but feel free to just read and lurk. Thanks for reading, and enjoy my silly little page.


Thousands of stars fill the sky
But none quite as bright as those three
That hang right above me.
 
I gaze upon their beauty and wonder,
How could my eyes not burn 
From their gorgeosity I yearn.
 
As I watch them from 
Millions of miles away,
I envision myself as one.

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    A girl named Aphrodite escapes her troubled life, longing for stars, ultimately succumbing to them.

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  • From The Imagination of a Teenage Girl

    I’ll just sit here and smoke while I savor this bowlOf the crystalized ethereal soul I stole..Because for a moment I forget about life as whole.Easier to see things a little less mono-toned But I fail to noticeThe clock arrows starts to spin faster— All living under a blanket of eiderdown pastures—Til the hand circles…

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    A harrowing experience with crystal meth led to severe sleep deprivation, hallucinations, and lasting paranoia for the author.

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  • Mother Mary and Maternity

    A love letter to Mother Mary as the ultimate symbol of motherhood.

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  • Bird and Worm

    Early morning bird chirp chirps awayWhat was left from worms eaten day by day..Life’s brutal cycle of predator and prey,This early morning bird need not turn gray.As the soon setting moon fades by the bay,Worm is brought to land and quickly led astray..Looking up to see a beak of beautiful display…Early morning bird dives down…

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  • Fae’s georgosity I yearn

    Eternality or lack thereof they call life, how I yearn to be in the arms of thee… Resting ever so gently,calmly play your tenuous tune; a small fae’s whisper: ‘Times marching arrow Is a deep deep blue’ Eternality or more-so mortality I carry around on my back like two teenagers in love with a suicide…

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