Inside deJoly

Poet's Corner

Writing poetry was one of the ways my alters expressed their experiences and healed from their pain. Although some of the poetry on these pages may be hard to read, part of my story is revealed by the individual alters who wrote them.

In 1997, Diary of a Survivor in Art and Poetry was published by Shadowood Publications. Some of that artwork and poetry is on the pages of Inside deJoly

October Nights

Standing under the moon

Silver light through trees

Silhouette a tiny body

Shivering in the night

Bars clank shut

The cage is big enough for two

Only one sits inside

With the rats

Where is mommy?

Why am I here?

What did I do wrong?

Little Jody 10/7/02

If God Exists, Why Do I?

I should have died

With the others

Their pleas couldn’t be heard

I was silent

And I lived

If God exists, why do I?

There is no justice

Nothing makes sense.

Joly 10/7/02

Scarecrow

Touch me, I’m real

Look at me, I see you

Don’t move, I’ll get you

Freeze, be still now

They see you through me

You can’t get away

I’ll always be here –

Watching

In the shadows

In the light

Touch me, I’m real

Scarecrow 10/7/02

Wanderings

I can’t watch anymore

There’s nothing in the moon

It sits there motionless

Like me

I wander in my mind

To places no one sees

They can’t go there

It’s a secret

You move your hands

Over my body

Knowing

Threatening

I’m motionless in the night

It’s a secret

DeJo’Lee 9/1/02

orders

sit down and shut up

ain’t nobody goin nowhere

tonight

you move and you’re dead

bastard

deader ‘n a door knob

cold to the touch

you listen and you listen good

you ain’t no better ‘n me

hear me

no better

now move over

make way you coward

you fuck with me

and you’re dead

Defiant Bitch 9/1/02

Breathe In

Sunset over mountain ridges

Purple, pink, gold, blue

Marshmallow clouds

Summer breeze

Breathe in

This is the breath of life

Dance on tiptoes between dewdrops

Angels delight with fairy swirls

Cotton candy sticky sweet

Piccadilly band trumpets afire

Breathe in

This is the breath of life

Tiny mud dishes set for two

After the rain

Listen to the quiet of the mist

Sunset over the pines

Breathe in

This is the breath of life

Dandelions sway yellow

Then float away

To heaven’s door

Sit quietly at the gate

Breathe in

This is the breath of life

Nature Girl (3) and Nature Girl (25)

SATAN'S LIGHT

Full moon unveils this hazy night

Black and silver trees move in close

Lurking near with outreached hands

Whispering their curses and

Threats of death

As the nocturnal wind pushes through

Their heavy branches

Closer still and soon they will have me

Trembling, fearful, I stand my ground –

Paralyzed

Clutching my naked body

Revealing my smallness – my aloneness

I am vulnerable in Satan’s light

This awful full moon night

Silent shadows slow at first

The dancers twirl – on toes, on knees

Faster, faster, up and down

Side to side

Mumbling chants of glory hallelujah

Then shouts of praise to Satan

Red and Black, Red and Black

The fire burns sparks into the air

Snap, snap, snap – the coals chuckle

Waiting for their next sacrifice

It must be me – I must be next

Dancers cold and clammy hands

Grab at my body, shoving me closer

To the fire

Stumbling, crawling, rolling

I can’t take anymore

I float away from the madness

Into a peaceful world of softness

Of beautiful smells where flowers abound

My heart is at rest once more

They cannot reach me here

EVER....

Big deJoly & Chosen One 12/9/92

Poet's Corner Continued