Devious Journal EntryFor the winged to explain.
The butterflies…
That were once children,
Once upon a distant time,
Climb and climb on flower stalks…
Why crawl when you can
Glide?
Why weep when you can
Fly?
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Where We Are“Where We Are”Where We Are
We’ve never been so far… Though the reflections of stars are caught by muted rhinestones on sidewalks… We’ve never been so far… From the moon and the glory of our thousand love stories.
Just take a look at them now: The vagrants, the fools Who threw their jewels to the dust
For a kiss from a queen in a square in her taffeta shoes…
“So far beyond fathom!” Yes, that’s where we are.
A quick, fleeting glance is all that is asked to: The hoarders, those loveless… Bastards on air with their gems
Falling between the holes
by ~plathdoll
Paper or Plastic?I've got plastic bags in place of my lungs, Which I gave away for a hug, Now that they are no longer free.Paper or Plastic?
My heart's dried out in a jar on my mother's mantle, I auctioned it off for cardboard to relieve myself of an orphan's disgrace, Looking back, I'd say it was a small fee.
There are rusted faces of clocks short on time taking on the roles of my eyes, Which served as compensation for my enamored sighs, That I get to dish out once a week.
There is paint in my veins and chalk is my skin, For I've traded the tissue and blood in for a friend's placid concern, &nbs
by ~plathdoll
Room for Strangers“Room for Strangers”Room for Strangers
I thought I made it through, Past all those transparent prophets, Away from the blushing pastures drenched in pink dilutions, I just thought I made it through.
They all swore to me it was over: All those weeping seconds… They blinked and blinked away, reassuring that the end was near, But they had me walking on and on in an unbounded sphere.
How far could I have been? How long could it possibly take
To reach some sort of given faith: Prearranged and world-prescribed to turn your life around?
I have no room to learn
by ~plathdoll
The Cult of Celluloid Idolatry“The Cult of Celluloid Idolatry”The Cult of Celluloid Idolatry
The congregation, widely spread, gazes upon the celluloid mass. A main sermon flashes, gushing with black and white Parisian madness: Flickered streetlamps, midnight waltzes, starcrossed fixtures. The accompanying serenades emboss the pastel colours of the theme In bad copied strokes of Debussy, In order to embellish the thoughtless tossing of towheaded curls
And scripted smears of rouge or gloss. These gaudy scriptures branded to our brains give us the early formations For what we wish to be and long to have in life and love: Which is only li
by ~plathdoll
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TurM0iLHands inside - sKin sheltered. Two eyes faceless to the gusting wind. Newspaper tornadoes tear the dust apart.TurM0iL
.We are the rIgId.
Step light, our steps are never heard. Seen walking past the rattling cars, the benches and the shopping mallS
Who are you?
Your lives sPilled out before our very eyes. Your voices telling us all
you are naked. Aren't you asHamed? In this life, you are THEM.
WE are the wandeRers. You can never touch us. Your eyes read us - !ERROR -
We are not what you concieve.
Open only to those who
by ~peaveyGTR
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- Current Residence: New York
- Favourite movie: Born in Flames
- Favourite band or musician: Bonfire Madigan
- Favourite genre of music: Grrrls
- Favourite artist: Karen Finley
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
- Skin of choice: Blue skin with black veins
- Favourite gaming platform: NES
- Email: makememsamerica@aim.com
- AIM: makememsamerica
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Dying is an art, like everything else.
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ps: i still need to read sylvias poems...i tried finding for a book that might contain her poems at the bookstore the other day but there was none
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"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you."
-Jim Morrison
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"The ending is brilliant. Seriously. I might get that inscribed on my casket someday so God will understand."
I don't know, I just saw your avatar and thought of that.
Welcome to dA! Off to give your gallery a look.
Oh! I picked up "Ariel" by Sylvia Plath the other day. Am working my way through it rapidly.
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