Joanne Macdermott

Joined July 2019

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Bio

Hi all I'm here because I love to rhyme and play with words, sharing pieces of myself through my writes, helps me heal the wounds that have cut deep, enticing me to push through and meet the real me within. Pain really is a beautiful thing.

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Anabelle
In a faraway land not so long ago, there lived a little princess by the name of Anabelle. Anabelle lived in her beautiful palace with the queen and king, who were her parents.
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets
Expression of Love
O Universe how vast, boundless and extensive. And I a grain of sand, expressing your magnificence. Reflecting in my eyes, I hold colossal power.
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets
Breathing in False Colours
O Roman Goddess Venus, Greek Goddess Aphrodite. Do you hear my whisper? Perhaps I speak to quietly. Together you encompass love, passion and beauty.
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets
Imagined
How is it I wonder how love suddenly dies? That the gaze once so intense slowly subsides. Diminishing to a shadow right before our eyes,
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets
Behind the Smoke Screen
Plunge beneath the handfed information, Demand and seek explanation. Uttered words from generations, require now, investigation
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets
Found My Way
Pushed through the veil of society fought through all the lies. Felt the pressure to conform to you...suffocating inside.
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets
Atmosphere Is Deafening
Drowning in a network of bipolar disorder. Raging veins brought to slaughter. I should scream but I love the torture. In this minefield I push the border.
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets
Behind Closed Eyes
Behind closed eyes Deja vu. I've been here before. Have you been too? Darkness a deep sensation of waves and manipulation.
By Joanne Macdermott5 years ago in Poets

Joanne Macdermott

Bio

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Anabelle

Expression of Love

Breathing in False Colours

Imagined

Behind the Smoke Screen

Found My Way

Atmosphere Is Deafening

Behind Closed Eyes

Stories (8/0)