i like...

i like...

A Poem by Prescilla
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really pretty simple

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i like kicking, i like screaming, i like hitting.

i like being a criminal.

i like stalking the night.

i like being alone.

i like telling people off.

i like being a b***h.

i like being innocent.

i like warm summer days.

i like acting like i'm important.
i like stealing.

i like hiding.
i like helping people.

i like putting flowers on people's winshields.
i like breaking peoples' hearts.

i like getting my heart broken.

i like slapping myself on the face to get back to reality.

i like pretending that i would take the risk.

i like being quiet.

i like passion.

i like secret love-making in the night.

i like spying on people.

i like dreaming.

i like living.

i like dying.

i like being afraid.

© 2008 Prescilla


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Refreshingly insouciant. Almost an anti-poem, in its avoidance of lyric's occasional preciosity. In its deceptive simplicity, it could be the voice of God, for after all, a mad amoral irreverence is required for the agon of fragmented existences to occur. That enigmatic One could've just stayed in/as formless Infinity, since "plans" are ultimately delusions. I like to stir up trouble by flinging out random possibilities, said God. Just riffing -- because I like to.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Prescilla
Prescilla

Santa Cruz, CA



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