GIRL And Her Name Is. Josette. Josie. Jojo. Is Seventeen. Born Thirty Six Eighty-Five (30/06/85). Died Mid-Freshman Year. Resurrected Six Two Two (06/02/02). And Continues to Live. Apparently, Very Moody. And Childish. Not to Mention Demanding. But Quite Reliable. A Procrastinator. A Perfectionist. A Hopeless (Romantic, Case etcetera). A Person. Just Another Girl. More Info on Her?
SOUL And She Has One. Yes, I Was Surprised As Well. Her Soul Cries Out (in Frustration, Sadness, Joy). She Shows Her FSJ through Writing. She Writes Poems. Original Ones. And Organizes Them Thus: 01-10 and 11-20 and 21-30. They Stink. At Least She Thinks So. So and So. Such and Such. (Polonius, HAH!) She Wrote Other Things. The First is Quite Editorial: TVMBML. The Second is a Short Story from Junior English: TCB. The Third is Another Editorial: POD. She Thinks It's Short and Passionate. And the Fourth is What She Felt and Continues to Feel on Occassion: SCD.
MISC And There are Miscellaneous Items. You Can Contact Her through E-mail or Guestbook, But E-mail Works Better. She belongs to the Clique, TOTEM. Her Totem is a Humming Bird. Spiffy, no? Like Other People, She Has Wishlists 01 and 02. She Doesn't Plan on Buying These Things Herself. She Thinks That Anyone Who Actually Decides to Buy Her Something Off of Her Wishlists is Insane, But Appreciates It All the Same. And, of course, Departure. Here Are Some Links. Much Thanks Goes to Her Lovely Hostess, Melcena-doll. Melcena Owns the Following Domains: MIRRORSOUL.NET, GLASSRAIN.ORG, and WYNTERCHYLDE.COM. Visit Her At Once! And a Final Note: Josette Thanks You For Visiting Her Pathetic Little Website. Nod Nod. Muchas Gracias.

POEMS 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

"Stay Alive" (21)

Unhappiness is rampant among the masses.
There is no life, no light, no darkness.
People SEARCH for
Inspiration.
Life is life; we live.
How can people be so DEAD?
Don't try to be happy.
Don't try to be sad.
Don't try to love.
Don't try to hate.
Don't force the emotion.
Please stay true to yourself.
Stay alive.

"Glass Box" (22)

I smile and frown
I hop and skip
I love and hate
the World

I know and wonder
I cheat and steal
I hope and imagine
myself in another Place

Point out my mistakes
Point and Laugh
Don't forget to leave
smudge marks on the Glass Box

"Keep Walking" (23)

The sun never shines anymore
The day has passed and gone
Robots awaken when told to
They do what they are
Bid
To do
Keep doing your own thing
Don't let the rain stop you
Don't conform to the World
Keep Walking

"C, O, H, N" (24)

Time after time, I look at
my Reflection.
Dark hair, Dark eyes I see.
I search for a Tangible Soul,
but I have None that can be Found.
Wasted away by The Tide,
I am a blank Screen.
Feel, See, Do
N-o-t-h-i-n-g.
I am just a Pile of
Carbon, Oxygen, Hydrogen, and Nitrogen.

"Be God" (25)

Pray to the sky
Pray to the earth
Understand life
And live flawlessly
Be a good girl
Be a good boy
Stay by and by

Pray the "Our Father"
Pray the "Hail Mary"
watch and listen
care for and protect
the world
Be perfect
Be God

"Juice" (26)

Sit in the corner and
Watch the Festivities
Engulfed in the party, but not
a part of
Blot out the like
Wave it away
Corners are not real
Habitats
Stab my arm and watch
the Cranberry juice flow

"Done" (27)

Hidden objects in the closet
Cluttered remembrances;
Unhappy occurrences-
The major hurts I keep locked.
Abominable creatures
that are stashed in the closet.
Kill the emotion.
It hurts too much.
Tears do not help;
It only makes it worse.
Kill the dead; Kill the dead.
Die.

"Happiness" (28)

Was it all a dream?
Was the love I felt real?
The hugs made me feel so
Warm; Protected
The kisses made me feel
Wanted; Alive
Had I been deceived?
Had I misunderstood?
It makes me so Sad to
Think
that it was only an
Illusion
Why must things end?
Why did they start in the first place?
Sometimes I wish that I never felt the
Love, But
then I remember how much Happiness
You gave me

"Weightless" (29)

A Deep unhappiness seethes within
The uncontrollable Urge to give up
Makes me question my existence
I feel the weight of nothingness upon
my shoulders
Everything is insignificant
I wish for the freedom to cry
I wish for the freedom to enjoy the breeze
But the world seems to have forgotten me
I am weightless

"Tears" (30)

Raging against the wall
The people watch and whisper
Hollow cries reverberate and
Echo in my Ears

Swimming against the tide
I reach for imaginary helping hands
Salty solution in my mouth
They are tears