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sad story, self #2 April 8, 2009

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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
like Ira predicted
It is not a song extolling freedom
But rather, in praise of her self-crafted
(Though admittedly haphazard)

the tragic tale of the cast-off coffee pot February 14, 2009

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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
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:

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.

learning January 3, 2009

Posted by Girlbird in life, love, poetry, Uncategorized.
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ahahah it's me all over.

ahahah it's me all over.

won’t you make my heart grow
won’t you make my soul fly
won’t you make my dreams linger
I thought you would.
I thought you could.

but you made my heart falter
and my soul sink
and my dreams flicker
because you wouldn’t.
because you couldn’t.

but now my heart is growing
and my soul is gliding
and my dreams taste
because I will.
because I can.