Miss-education

About a girl. Possibly me. Maybe. I'm not telling.

 

I'm still here hugging soft scented, pink pillows
and tugging on worn out cotton, pretending
I'm pulling the ache away from my skin, from
this ticking time bomb that's alive in my chest
about to explode any moment now, leaving a
mess to clean up and patchwork to be done,
because it's a jerk like that.

And I'm patiently waitinghoping I'll stop explaining
to myself the hundred and three reasons why I'm
the faded trend, but those reasons keep coming like
some distant buzzing, tooling around in my head and
putting sentences together that break me up like
coffee-cake crumbles.

So I'm sucking down nicotine time and again trying
to wean myself off of despairing over who is forcing
me to light another jack, sit back and chase lines in
my heart from old battle marks, tough little lines that
to the touch are like old, hard leather, it was the war
I fought for those precious bonny dreams that
were velveteen--a most certain faux reality, for scraps
of hopefullysomedaymaybe.

I'd like to stop knowing I'm that Frankenstein girl, the
one with the different parts that mean positively or
absolutely nothing. [But she's got so much moxy!]
Not true. Just spare junk pieces, poorly crafted into one
little girl with ebony eyes and pleather gloss
lips with too much time on her hands and a side-order
of a penchant for misanthropy to hide a penchant for
actually caring about being lonely.

Tough as nails here, means soft as a flower and willing
to break apart for heart-to-heart's that end up in too
much truth, coming in way-too-fast and leaving behind
skid marks in pretty patterns.


These are troubled times, Miss Deep-Down-It-In.


I wonder what you'll do about that, now?
 

Reviews

[THE LOST ROSE]

Okay let me first ask do you do spoken word poetry? This oozes that style, which I love because I do spoken word. I plan on sharing this piece with some of my WC friends. I planned on reading one of your pieces since you accepted my friends request. I have to walk away from this wonder written piece of art. The style, the flow, the way the words fit together like a puzzle you have started day off right. Who in the hell needs coffee after that. I got to get another shot of you. Off to another poem.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

I'd like to tell you that I really enjoyed this piece. You're definitely a Northern VA resident....you said 'jack', in reference to cigarettes...YES!

You've got a gift for being able to go back and forth with self and it's beautiful to read the quick jabs, second thoughts and half-regrets.

This will bring me back for more. Thank you.

[Raja]

fabulous poem. I like it very much.

"I'd like to stop knowing I'm that Frankenstein girl, the
one with the different parts that mean positively or
absolutely nothing. [But she's got so much moxy!]"

This is the best part I think.

Thank you.

Raja.

[Dawn Jones]

I like it...