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[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]"After Doreen left, I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Everyone wants a sip of youth to
Taste or to keep -
I have a bottle going bad,
But I can't figure it out.
They like me in my high tops,
50s dress, mary janes, skinny jeans -
I wish I didn't see uptight, but
Sophisticated.
Not mere disarray -
I wish I looked more like chaos.
Red roses and flags.
Beware loving
The girls with bell jars hanging overhead.
Try to get close - the glass drops,
The edge crushing you or
You
Get locked out, no way to touch her,
No way she could hear your heartbeats.
Beware dancing
With girls who trip on air.
Music will play.
Rock music will pl-
No, jazz will pla-
No, pop.
No, country.
Classical?
Fuck it, something you've never heard of will play.
Watch it. They do.
They sing it, they write it,
They paint it -
Madonna and The Whore.
See, the problem with some boys, men
The problem with some poets,
They drown in amber, in red haze
And think they're the only
Ones
Who could break
Hearts
And feel heartbreak.
Up here, Ms. Smarty
Lie down, m'lady
Bend over, Ms. Edgy
Ms. Broken, Ms. Understood,
Ms. Eyes, Ms. Lips, Ms. Body,
Heart
Words
2edgy4u
Where's the good in pedestals?
Sometimes
(Almost always),
I don't know what I want.
To be just C, tpd
Just Girl
Girl that maybe someone likes
Girl that someone may be falling in love with
Girl you know
Girl
Funny, I wished I was spark.
With bad poetry.
Sometimes I want to be everything.
All at once.
Sometimes it's not pretty.
Low Spark - http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/135902-low-spark/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkubQCI4Fxo
Photo: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Everyone wants a sip of youth to
Taste or to keep -
I have a bottle going bad,
But I can't figure it out.
They like me in my high tops,
50s dress, mary janes, skinny jeans -
I wish I didn't see uptight, but
Sophisticated.
Not mere disarray -
I wish I looked more like chaos.
Red roses and flags.
Beware loving
The girls with bell jars hanging overhead.
Try to get close - the glass drops,
The edge crushing you or
You
Get locked out, no way to touch her,
No way she could hear your heartbeats.
Beware dancing
With girls who trip on air.
Music will play.
Rock music will pl-
No, jazz will pla-
No, pop.
No, country.
Classical?
Fuck it, something you've never heard of will play.
Watch it. They do.
They sing it, they write it,
They paint it -
Madonna and The Whore.
See, the problem with some boys, men
The problem with some poets,
They drown in amber, in red haze
And think they're the only
Ones
Who could break
Hearts
And feel heartbreak.
Up here, Ms. Smarty
Lie down, m'lady
Bend over, Ms. Edgy
Ms. Broken, Ms. Understood,
Ms. Eyes, Ms. Lips, Ms. Body,
Heart
Words
2edgy4u
Where's the good in pedestals?
Sometimes
(Almost always),
I don't know what I want.
To be just C, tpd
Just Girl
Girl that maybe someone likes
Girl that someone may be falling in love with
Girl you know
Girl
Funny, I wished I was spark.
With bad poetry.
Sometimes I want to be everything.
All at once.
Sometimes it's not pretty.
Low Spark - http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/135902-low-spark/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkubQCI4Fxo
Photo: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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