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I will tell you stories
of how I once ate a star whole
the constellation chewy
and my throat sore.
And that night time has a bad aftertaste.
I will tell you of the time I
played Atlas, and held the world up,
because no one else would
and I was so scared of falling.
And that there is a literal weight to sadness,
and to fear,
and that it isn’t your shoulders hunched over
or your head hung low.
But I will not tell you
of the pills
and the assault
and the blades
and the times I could not leave the house
and the psychiatrists
and hospitals
and how I had them all
in abundance.
And I will not tell you of how I was too scared
to talk to men for five years of my life.
Or of all the times I tried to end it.
Because you see the world with rotten teeth.
And I censor pain with metaphors.
I will tell you how I once
strangled summertime
in the backyard with my bare hands
and she struggled
and you heard
but did nothing.
Because it's easier to ignore the sounds of suffering.
of how I once ate a star whole
the constellation chewy
and my throat sore.
And that night time has a bad aftertaste.
I will tell you of the time I
played Atlas, and held the world up,
because no one else would
and I was so scared of falling.
And that there is a literal weight to sadness,
and to fear,
and that it isn’t your shoulders hunched over
or your head hung low.
But I will not tell you
of the pills
and the assault
and the blades
and the times I could not leave the house
and the psychiatrists
and hospitals
and how I had them all
in abundance.
And I will not tell you of how I was too scared
to talk to men for five years of my life.
Or of all the times I tried to end it.
Because you see the world with rotten teeth.
And I censor pain with metaphors.
I will tell you how I once
strangled summertime
in the backyard with my bare hands
and she struggled
and you heard
but did nothing.
Because it's easier to ignore the sounds of suffering.
Published 13th Apr 2013
| Edited 15th Apr 2013
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15th Apr 2013 11:54pm
holy swindling ball sacks. I just can't even...my god! your writing is so fucking good! It's baffling. those last three stanzas...damn! just damn. I would get that tattooed on me!
30th Apr 2013 7:16am
18th Apr 2013 2:54am
.... If I'm not overstepping my boundaries here, may I ask why your are afraid of men? And I won't tease you, I'm afraid of men too.
30th Apr 2013 7:21am
I'm glad you wouldn't tease me, and I'm really sorry that you have that fear. I'm careful about what I reveal in my poetry and how I go about doing so, but I don't think that it would be reasonable to tell you just exactly what happened, because that might take away from the impact of this poem. I'm sure that sounds strange to you but you know poetry is not like prose and it is not meant to be entirely straight forward. There are parts of my poetry, parts of this poem in particular, that are very literal. But I am a fan of the metaphor and I use it extensively. Like any other form of art, poetry is as much about the reader's interpretation as it is the writer's intention.
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14th May 2013 10:31pm
I compare you to Plath so often, but you are not Plath. You are yourself and you are poetic excellence.
I love your words and your strength and your beauty. You're my favorite, little miss.
I love your words and your strength and your beauty. You're my favorite, little miss.
26th May 2013 9:18pm
S1 and the line following are really...appealing? "I ate a star whole". Really something else. I know not nearly enough about your life in ratio to what you know of mine. This just feeds the mystery.
