Buzzword Soul

Buzzword Soul

A Poem by Kara Hadley
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Her angel arches stepped systematically on the hard wood floors. In a second switching to Persian rugs. One after the other. Wood. Rug. Wood. Rug. Wood. Rug. The pattern continues.
An ailing friend reaches out to her for help through the scary scary internet. She helps when she can, but offers no guarantees with her particular brand of therapy. All of which is based on football coaches, loveless mothers, and TV character cops. Wrapped neatly and delivered in a box with lace and satin bows.
A poorly mixed drink sits beside her denim clad thigh on the wooden chair in her room. Her right foot falls asleep under her left leg where it is currently tucked away for safe keeping. The room starts spinning to a striped and wall papered tunnel. But the M&Ms on the table in front of her don’t move.
Blaring electric guitars and high notes from men channel her heartbeat. Screwing with it. Stopping it. Changing it. And stopping it again.
A used eyeliner stick rests behind her ear. Not a pencil. Eyeliner is much more important to her. Eyeliner and sympathy and melancholy and butterflies. Blenders whip and beat and chop until out through the missing top comes black air. From the eyeliner, of course. “And her soul,” says the ignorant brother.
Decades of communication surround her. And she is happy. Knowing that words will always survive. That they will never fail her. That there is always more ink to be had. There for the taking.
Dreams rest on discs. And she knows that, no matter what, no one will know what lies beneath her ink and metal scarred skin. A comforting thought, she decides. As she walks. Wood. Rug. Wood. Rug.
“Toota-loohoo to you, too my sweetness.”

© 2008 Kara Hadley


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A complex writing. Produces nicely food for thought.

A paragraph I like especially:

Decades of communication surround her. And she is happy. Knowing that words will always survive. That they will never fail her. That there is always more ink to be had. There for the taking.

Those lines are really great and are equally the essence of every writer I think.

Keep it up!



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i'm kara. i'm short. i like to bake. i love music. i'm a little skanky. people say i'm funny. i have blonde hair. spelling isn't my forte. i have big teeth. i have bigger dreams. i'm a little superfic.. more..

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