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The Stars

What if everything restarts? Technology, civilization, culture as we know it and have read about in history books, but humanity remains unchanged, only thinking we have evolved?

In ways our consciousness has, but we remain. Loving and destroying. Peaceful and at war. Striving, trying, breathing, surviving through each millennium, century, decade, year, month, week, day, moment. Who are we in relation to all the things we create? All the things we take from? 

Do we look up and take in the stars, far from us, but present in every night? They, older than us. Expanding and exploding, maybe we are the same as the stars. Drifting in space together, billions of miles between us. Do the stars and galaxies search for meaning? Do they restart too? Are they ever brand new? 

xo Joni Marie

The Moon

The moon, it remains

farther away, lessening in light.

I wish I could handle the distance. 

Afraid, I’m not strong enough to last. 

Staring I lay, the moon looking back, raveled by me.

It remains floating, orbiting — pulled in by earth’s gravity, somehow still free. 

xo Joni Marie


My endless intentions to discover myself. I am lost somewhere between the lines and the blank spaces of time.

Alternate realities of my identity.

I become her and her and her, but where is she? The she who is me?

I stare at my feet, tired and worn from long days and sleepless nights.

I am constantly reborn.

xo Joni Marie



fused with rain


my soul


with lightning  


words barely


my heart

fully open


a game of

catch and release


my mind

turning chaos


into peace


xo Joni Marie