help! pweeeeeeeese!
ok this entry has changed. i am betweeen Boy, Mary, Emotion, The Riders, and Floored
the lit mag didn't really say when their deadline was so I have to pick three SOON and then email them straight away.
Boy
Your smile is so white
Like a brand new baseball
Waiting to knock some poor kid in the head
It shatters me like I’m a window
Mary
My Virgin Mary
Is long and white and slender
It says Japan on her feet
I like her even though I don’t feel
Particularly inspired by her
But sometimes I try to remember Mommy
And her face is faded just like Mary
I think I should smash the statue
It’s worth going to hell for.
Emotion
I am Venice, that is how I feel
A maze vanishing slowly
Water up to my window boxes
My thoughts bridged by sighs
Making sparkling glass while
Trying not to let it break
Between the Kodak moments of visitors
There times when I glow
From docks to dome
Silver in the sun or gold in the moon
But I’m often grey days and slippery stones
Cracked like a faded painting
Drifting like a ghost in the mist
Losing slowly to the sea
The Riders
A mom and a girl spin past me
Happy on clean shiny bicycles
But they are only skeletons in Helmets
The youngest one in curls.
Their clothes drip like mummy rags
They smell. Like earth and earthworms.
As they go by I feel their wheels against
My chest bones crackling
When I gasp in air they turn to stare
With lipless creaking grins under their hollow eye sockets
Heads onion colored
Under the helmet white
Spinning flaunting spinning past me
Flaunting mortality in my face.
Floored
Lying dead on my back
On the hard floor, frayed
I am sinking
Letting ceiling cielo ciel
Float away
My eyelids feel soft and shiny
They let salty pearls slip out
And fall to my temples
Making garden pools, too bad they cannot
Pray at these temples
The points jutting from my shoulders
The place placed for angels
I am bruising those blades
There will be no hope, no room
For downy white dreams
Nowhere to go but down
Nothing to lose but the white above
I am sinking softly
Watching ceiling cielo ciel
Float away
the lit mag didn't really say when their deadline was so I have to pick three SOON and then email them straight away.
Boy
Your smile is so white
Like a brand new baseball
Waiting to knock some poor kid in the head
It shatters me like I’m a window
Mary
My Virgin Mary
Is long and white and slender
It says Japan on her feet
I like her even though I don’t feel
Particularly inspired by her
But sometimes I try to remember Mommy
And her face is faded just like Mary
I think I should smash the statue
It’s worth going to hell for.
Emotion
I am Venice, that is how I feel
A maze vanishing slowly
Water up to my window boxes
My thoughts bridged by sighs
Making sparkling glass while
Trying not to let it break
Between the Kodak moments of visitors
There times when I glow
From docks to dome
Silver in the sun or gold in the moon
But I’m often grey days and slippery stones
Cracked like a faded painting
Drifting like a ghost in the mist
Losing slowly to the sea
The Riders
A mom and a girl spin past me
Happy on clean shiny bicycles
But they are only skeletons in Helmets
The youngest one in curls.
Their clothes drip like mummy rags
They smell. Like earth and earthworms.
As they go by I feel their wheels against
My chest bones crackling
When I gasp in air they turn to stare
With lipless creaking grins under their hollow eye sockets
Heads onion colored
Under the helmet white
Spinning flaunting spinning past me
Flaunting mortality in my face.
Floored
Lying dead on my back
On the hard floor, frayed
I am sinking
Letting ceiling cielo ciel
Float away
My eyelids feel soft and shiny
They let salty pearls slip out
And fall to my temples
Making garden pools, too bad they cannot
Pray at these temples
The points jutting from my shoulders
The place placed for angels
I am bruising those blades
There will be no hope, no room
For downy white dreams
Nowhere to go but down
Nothing to lose but the white above
I am sinking softly
Watching ceiling cielo ciel
Float away