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The sun will break through these walls
They will start to drip
the putrid paint that holds them up.
She beckoned me to fall for her,
With her blazing yellow eyes,
And her soft, deceiving flames.
A monster.
A song
with no bells.
Yes I am angry.
I have killed myself 11 times
during the course of this poem.
I off'ed myself with pills
washed down with whiskey.
I drank bleach.
I tied the neuce,
Shoestring.
Razor blade.
There is nothing plain
about me,
there is nothing at all
to be exact.
So when the cat
licks my balloon tears
from my cheek,
I watch her
slowly drown in them.
And I experience a deep regret:
It was me
and my poison
That put her down.
you have a vivid rawness that
you have a vivid rawness that reminds me of an angry Andrea Gibson, I just love it
Much Love
Ashley
By far, one of your greatest
By far, one of your greatest yet. I am inlove with every line and stanza and wish only for a fraction of your talent. I will and forever be your most sincere fan and greatest admirer. Write again soon love.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Interesting
thats a very well crafted poem, there is more there than merly words. Good show
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
Great, Greater, Greatest
As greatest fan is taken, I elect to be your humble and awed great fan - glad there is more to read during the holidays, wonderful concentration - I am wowed - Lady A