Uncle plays mind games with her head.
Best friend displays the gue in her head.
She tries to ignore voices taunting her head.
She needs to buy more tacky bed-head.
She wants to be on top and ahead.
Wishing her thoughts would be left unsaid.
No one to love lies in her bed.
Unwelcome tramps violate instead.
Peace, she knows, through violent blood shed.
She rests and knows only hope lies ahead.
3 comments:
I love this one. I love the Emily Dickinson theme of it with ... Peace, she knows through violent blood shed. This is exactly what I learned from my dream, security comes with being completely vulnerable and exposed--we just don't understand that. The opposite of our "rational" thinking is almost always true. Open wide. Love.
Where are you? There was this old lady at Jazzer the other day with a peach headband and matching tank. She was sooo amazing and riverwalked with more spirit than you can imagine. I thought-- I hope Nicole and I can do jazzer together someday when we are 80because she would totally be that lady!
Barn and Titanic
Lady and tramp
United by noodles
Divided by cramps
Remember steeping
Stirring up bliss
Dishing up flavors
Stooping to kiss
Keep throwing your noodle at the wall until it sticks.
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