UnfathomableI have been told that my eyes
are like someone bottled you up
and poured your color into my irises.
Sure, it’s a lovely compliment,
but I am not you.
You are a child playing dress-up
with your sister’s coats and frocks
because you want to be something bigger;
and she’s sweltering with jealousy
that you can wear those grays and blues
better than she ever could.
You are an angst-ridden teen
who dyed and spiked her hair
to hear her mother scream,
and no matter how many times
she tells you that your boyfriend
is a washed up good-for-nothing,
you keep coming back to kiss the shoreline
because you think that his love feels right.
You are a middle-aged mother
glancing over her shoulder
to check for those nosy neighbors
while putting up your new windowpanes
of sapphire stained glass to cloak
those blistering waves that occupy
your pristine, picket fence house.
You are the woman that sailors
have sworn to for centuries
and the woman that will keep
scientists surprised for year
The Great Race by GuinevereToGwen is "a modern-day quest set in a girls' school: the 'dragon' is armed with a broom and the 'princess' isn't interested in the hero" (suggester's words).
( Suggested by SCFrankles and chromeantennae and Featured by neurotype. )
Man Sold Separately by GuinevereToGwen
( Featured by Beccalicious. )
Golden Ink and Going Back by GuinevereToGwen "is a wonderful tale of childhood, growing up, and then wishing you could be a child again. Using fairy tales that are well-known, a wonderful story is spun that will take you back to your childhood days of innocence," says the suggester.
( Suggested by MagicalJoey and Featured by thorns. )
Daily Lit Deviations
hivemind rejectto the nth degree
a + b =
to slip a note
the matte black swarm of angrywasp
spread across cityscapes
like a bruise.
yank on the bit
in your mouth -- onward!
it is their place to tell you when to move.speak.eat.
it is their place to tell you.
and ginsberg said they were destroyed by madness
but it's not madness that's destroying us,
but oh, who knew that
could play this kind of game?
never mindwhen we started out, we knew about radios
and we knew about static, and broken televisions and broken
guitar strings and dust on pianos that nobody played anymore, and never mind
you know, being sad - it’s kind of like a garden
sometimes you can ignore it, but
you have to water it every day
acknowledge that it’s there for the foreseeable future
i don’t know, never mind
all i know is that every day i put my sadness on its leash and
it follows me around, bleeding grey out onto the grey concrete
and making it greyer — never mind.
people used to compliment me, say your eyes are so blue!
they don’t compliment me anymore
maybe because my eyes aren’t blue anymore, just grey, never mind
but honestly, it takes so much effort to tear my hands away from my cup of tea
in the morning, pretending that it’s still warm
just step out into the loneliness, never mind
the rain and the clouds and the asphalt covered in the sweat and dust and rust
21st century holocaustwhat're we questioning/questing for/quietly quelling dreams of?
some form of neotruth in vicious subconscious rebellion
of the ancient age we can't throw off
(don't know how to without reinventing 14ngu4g3
and even then it's too little/not enough/never enough)
some answer to our own innate misanthropy/mistakes/miscalculations
the anachronism of the everything$ystem
built for the industrial age
pandemic of panic and
ca(CO)phony of carbon monoxide poisoning
cause the only thing we have in common/are good at/enjoy
(choke on your own spittle and capitalism and chemical warfare)
i keep track of every archaic turn of phrase
that you don't need a definition for
(destruction of the old is not the way to usher in the new)
count every one as a victory and a point in my favour, well, i'm losing
we like to kill ourselves but we're not supposed to call it that
pour toxin into our bodies by the gallon/litre
(we've been mid-transition too long)
not too quickly or you'll get weird looks
metaphysicali. open mouth
i trace the outline of my mouth and
dream prisms of prisons and
i fit myself into a box
muscles cramp spasm tear
but it's safer this way.
the bricks of my house are made of chequebooks
i want carnations
on my coffin.
i want carnations
burned at my cremation.
i am a fiery prometheus
a dying devil's desperate daughter
i am alive! alive! alive!
refocus the telescope, refocus the wreck into
a little more
(breath comes easy here, it's everything else that's hard)
ii. closed mouth
i'm saying, are you there?
i'm saying, are you listening?
i'm saying, look at the house we built, look at my ragged fingernails, look at the sky.
you're saying, look at the carnations.
you're saying, look at the roses, look at the [small talk]
i'm saying, let's have a conversation
you're saying, yes, let's talk about the weather.
i'm saying, i think i might be dying.
(oxygen is a luxury i can't afford)
Aspiring novelist, composer-lyricist, sunriser, dreamer, and the biggest poetastrophe you'll ever meet.
I'm currently a student in Canada who dreams of spending the rest of her life writing novels and short stories on a houseboat. Fond of classic literature and musical theatre, I love snowflakes, hot air balloons, and typewriters, although I've never used one and doubt I would enjoy it.
I write short stories, poetry, songs, plays, screenplays, musicals, articles, anything and everything that can be written, I'm writing. My current writing projects include my novel, Columbia Uncharted, a collaborative novel with NGBookworm97, Sunriser, and a one-act musical I'm currently in the process of putting on called The Strangers on the Bus.
Nice Things People Have Said About Me
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Favourite plays: Lots of musicals (Les Mis, Next to Normal, Wicked, Chicago, Rent) and anything Shakespeare (my favourites include Much Ado About Nothing, Hamlet, and As You Like It)!
Favourite poets: Allen Ginsberg • Lewis Caroll • Robert Frost
Favourite colour: All of them! Don't make me choose!
How I would like to die: In a swordfight, defending my life. Preferably on the back of a dragon.
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