sad story, self #2 April 8, 2009
Posted by Girlbird in life, poetry, writing.Tags: cages, choices, cynicism, free-verse, freeverse, learning, life, open verse, relationships, self-doubt, self-loathing, shackles, story, teen angst, writing
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She wears her suffering like a crown:
Garlanded in sacrifice
Ornamented in hope –
But mostly there is sorrow there.
There is pain, there.
And it is pain that consumes her,
When the lights flicker low as Evening goes to his lover.
And then again –
Rising after a sleepless night
With the sun, an indifferent ruler who seeks to scorch his subjects with his
Cheap brilliance,
It is there.
For although she rises up
Singing,
like Ira predicted
It is not a song extolling freedom
But rather, in praise of her self-crafted
(Though admittedly haphazard)
Shackles.
sad story, self #1 April 8, 2009
Posted by Girlbird in life, poetry, relationships, writing.Tags: cages, cynicism, depression, free-verse, hate, introspection, life, poetry, realizations, relationships, sadness, self-doubt, self-loathing, teen angst, walls
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What she hates most is the
bitter fact:
there is no one to blame, really,
but herself.
After all.
It was she who built the cage,
And, sleepless,
reached around the bars
to turn the key in the old, rusty lock — yes.
Baby did it,
all by herself.
Of Siblings and State Buildings February 24, 2009
Posted by Girlbird in poetry, relationships, Uncategorized, writing.Tags: choices, empire state buildings, original poetry, poetry, relationships, siblings, villanelle
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She threw the Empire State Building against the wall.
Years later, he threw her.
The pinnacle of fourteen years spent shouting in public halls.
She took his spotlight, invaded his small
Attentive atmosphere.
She threw the Empire State Building against the wall.
She took his space, and made it fall
From the sacred height he revered,
Giving way to fourteen years spent shouting in public halls.
He took her heart and made it crawl
Into a world engineered.
She threw the Empire State Building against the wall.
They often uttered nothing at all,
A silency heavy, austere.
The rest of those fourteen years were spent shouting in public halls.
It was only a toy, insignificant, small.
But the repercussions were severe.
She threw the Empire State Building across the wall,
Cutting the ribbon to years spent shouting in public halls.
(a villanelle… and a true story.)
the tragic tale of the cast-off coffee pot February 14, 2009
Posted by Girlbird in poetry, writing.Tags: cast off, cast-aside, coffee, coffee makers, coffee pots, devil, forgotten, free-verse, freeverse, love, object poetry, objects, open verse, poems, poetry
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She sits, pending, in the corner
a siren once seductive,
now abandoned for sleeker, more efficient models.
A snaking tail protrudes, coiling around her body
its two prongs, devil-like,
poised in resentful wait.
Her silver arm extends
in a beckon once inviting,
now only a crooked testimony
to how one,
nearly comatose, perhaps
would reach for her bloodless, bewitching form,
removing her molded polypropylene coronet
to pour moist, blackened grittiness into the dark orifice below
reaching for the pinpoint of migraine-inducing infrared,
to induce the drip-drip of liquid carcinogens
– akin to draining gutter contents after a flash flood –
into the crystal chamber just big enough for one
solitary
cup
of bitterness –
A cavern now sullied by a glaze of dead skin cells and miniscule pollen fibers,
a tell-tale whorl of a stain
the faded lipstick print of an open-mouth kiss.
A cavern that now only holds such treasures
As headless, withered jewels of insects
Ladies adorned in red and black with filmy, crumpled sashes…
Instead of enticing liquidated cinders.
The damsel sits, pending, in the corner.
Forever in wait.
Should you wish to draw her out,
to ignite her inner mechanisms into caffeinated frenzies once again –
Tread carefully.
Pay close attention to the warning
inscribed on her pallid shoulder:
“Caution:
Relieve pressure through steam tube before removing cap or brew basket.”
A worthy piece of advice
when dealing with any
tempestuous vessel.
-Me (Siri Hammond) 02/12/09
originally posted at Snaps, my english teacher’s class poetry blog. This was his coffee pot, by the way. In the corner. I unearthed it under piles of other junk. Hah.
blueberry picking January 29, 2009
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blueberries
so tart, so sweet –
you cram them in
addicted
handful
after blessed handful
like kisses
’till you must come up
for air
now turn away
embarrassed
at your gluttony –
but your mouth!
your lips, your tongue, your teeth
are stained a telling blue,
marking you as
guilty.
learning January 3, 2009
Posted by Girlbird in life, love, poetry, Uncategorized.Tags: broken hearts, freeverse, fun, healing hearts, learning, life, lyrics, poetry, self-help
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won’t you make my heart grow
faster?
won’t you make my soul fly
higher?
won’t you make my dreams linger
longer?
I thought you would.
I thought you could.
but you made my heart falter
sooner
and my soul sink
lower
and my dreams flicker
sooner
because you wouldn’t.
because you couldn’t.
but now my heart is growing
wiser
and my soul is gliding
smoother
and my dreams taste
sweeter
because I will.
because I can.
I’m a new soul January 2, 2009
Posted by Girlbird in aspirations and dreams, life.Tags: art, life, new soul, photography, promises, resolutions
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This has NOTHING to do with the new year. I don’t exactly believe in new year’s resolutions, because I think you shouldn’t only make them in the new year, you should always be trying to life your life more fully (I find that mantra hard to live up to, though!)
However, I am “re-vivifying” my life. No more pining away for boys who don’t appreciate me, or who broke my heart ages ago. No more pining away for boys in general, actually. When it is right, I think I will know it is, and there won’t be any moping about and mindless wishing.
I still have a lot of, well, frankly, a lot of bullshit to work through, still. Family issues,friendships, insecurity, and the like, but I am finally incensed to really do something about it, but not fret too much over the relationships that aren’t working out. After all, there is only so much you can do if the other person isn’t willing.
I realize that since I’m a new blogger, few people reading this will really understand, but there would be so much to cover, and frankly I’m ready to move on. =)
I realized today – well, the thought process started around 2 in the morning, actually, but I realized that
A) Any guy who does not appreciate me for who I am is not worth my time and effort, and though it may suck, and hurt, I will find someone better down the line if I just relax and not worry about it,
and
B)I have so much more potential when it came to doing the things I want to then I give myself credit for. I’ve always had these interests in things like art and fashion design and photography and digital art – but lately, the last four, five, six years have been focused on school and acting and dance, writing the occasional song on the guitar, which is fine, but then I have all this other time that I waste on the computer, or being depressed and worrying, etc, etc. Granted, with photography, I will be spending just as much time on the computer, but it will be working to CREATE something, so it’s okay.
and
C) I can move on and grow out of my insecurities if I only put my mind to it and work on letting go of them. Perhaps by letting go of my worries, and my weird negative obsessions, I will naturally become (and feel like) a much more vibrant and pleasant person to be around. This wall that I apparently put up that pushes people away – perhaps that will self-destruct with time. I hope so.
In other news, I got a camera for Christmas! It is a Kodak EasyShare Z1012 IS and freaking gorgeous! Here it is. It’s got lots of megapixels and a pretty awesome autofocus (I’d prefer a manual, but this will do for now) and I love it. Pictures coming soon. Also, here’s a link to my deviantart: http://www.girl-bird.deviantart.com, where I’ve posted some of my stuff (some of it is from this summer on our crappy digicam, though)
poetry written at midnight or later December 6, 2008
Posted by Girlbird in writing.Tags: poetry
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Obsessive Cleaning
She cut her finger on a can,
washing dishes –
It was 11:38 PM.
(she ony cleans voluntarily when she’s agitated
or when the world turns upside down)
the blood
it stained the water red.
(the dishes too)
there is a bloodstain on the linoleum.
Blood
Seeping into the lines
In her slender finger
(lines of cleavage, she read in her anatomy book)
there’s something satisfying about the way
it oozes out
like a bit of her soul.
(we’re all just masses of tissue and dna anyway)
sticks the finger
in her mouth
tastes so
salty sweet.
Yes, I understand…
We’re all just a mistake
Evolution gone awry.
His lips
…were chapped.
And the other’s were insistently
boyish.
But yours?
She thinks yours would do quite nicely.