Wanna Be Lost Girl

Liminal spaces are always my places

Lost when the anchor sinks

Uproot the rooted 

Worms wriggling round

Take me out of this damned town

I’m startin’ to see it

Why people stay

Something I never thought I’d say

Get me outta this young skin

I’ve been dying for a big west wind

Whither me out

Don’t call it my time

I run with the spirit I thought was mine

Yet here I am, curled and scared

Probably preparing not to care 

Willfully lost

Like the young suckling pup

Starved until you show me your love

Reviews

[The Things She Noted]

Wow I love this piece!! “Get me outta this young skin” is such an intriguing and deep sentiment, those who would kill to be young again can’t remember the unrest of it all. Small towns are a seeming death sentence for the creative - I totally connect with this, loved it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

waiting for life to begin...needing that certain someone to care.
A town without that...well....
I knew Shawn Colvin as she spent a lot of time in Carbondale....her band played a lot of gigs here and they used to come into the 24 hour restaurant where I worked.
but she never thought she found "it" here...and in her book "Diamond in the Rough"
she speaks of Carbondale, but not in the friendliest terms....but I understand that....she was trying to find who she was...and she certainly did...this was a stepping stone I am sure, but also pretty sure she never really understood that...maybe in her subconscious.
I have searched, been scared, felt lost----this poem speaks volumes to me.
thank you for it.
j.

[Aura]

This sounds like the person is giving up. Things that they thought theyd never do or say, apparantly its become that possiblity. The lines
"I run with the spirit I thought was mine
Yet here I am, curled and scared
Probably preparing not to care " really speaks to the giving up on hope. This person is preparing themselves no to care about lifes circumstances which is very unfortunate.

[John the Baptist]

This one seems heavy with despair. The speaker has the sound of one who once had ambitions of happiness, but who has now given up on them, resigned to stay in the same place. It is a well written piece, but evocative of the mindset that beckons premature aging.

[The Unknown Sith]

This is good. Nice flow good poem.

[Franky]

I think this is crafty, fresh, and well written. Nicely sweet and poetic in these days of senseless violence.