The Things Unsavory Girls Miss Out On
Believing in innocence,
Within the world,
Within yourself,
….trusting.
Being pre-judged
Wholesome,
Intelligent,
….classy.
Behind the optic lens of a death’s head pessimist, lies the macula… retina, door to the optic nerve. Highway, as some say, to the seat of imagery in my brain. The brain, each picture links in the chain, elephant footprints, leading you through script’s, on your way to the zoo. With each gruesome glimpse, @ fingerprints of my life, I pale. I hide myself behind my vain little shell. Sinking faster than that pearl, in that bottle of Prell. I’m giving you what you need, choosing to feed my insecurity… with debauchery. Choosing to rape ideals for realistic, settle for memorable opposed to idealistic, becoming altruistic, because it’s easy and it’s fun. In short:
Never being taken,
Seriously.
Never being taken,
4 the fool.
Never being taken,
Sweetly.
Never being taken period…
Without seeing HIS face and feeling naseous.
Comments
So THIS is the dark side of the moon… A stark contrast to the first work. Well done.
Welcome to the darkside, lol It’s homey here. C-: Thank you for the kind words.
– Edibl3leper
I’m on break from the exam; 20 more minutes til class resumes. ;) I love this piece; the ending gives me the chills, like a punch in the gut from a good poet. Beautiful work, meaningful and emotional and honest as always.
I’ve always wanted to punch someone metaphorically with my writing, didn’t want it to be you though. C-: lol Thanx so much.
– Edibl3leper
;) It didn’t hurt that bad. ;p
<3
So now you’re calling me a pussy? Lmao kidding of course. Ty so much Starla XOXOXO side note, I think I used the right you’re
– Edibl3leper
Yes, you did! :D Mark it on the calender! LOL I’m kidding. xp
Yeah I’m calling you a pussy. Punch me harder, lady; make me cry! ;) But really, if you can make me cry in a poem something’s going on that’s either very right or terribly wrong. ;)
lol I know someone named Starla.
She stole the nickname from my brain then (kidding, i know it’s a name I am just being possesive, lol*.
I am glad the poem was what you thought it was, and I am totally psyched that you just typed the word pussy! Mark the calendar on that one too. LOL I’m kidding too. (-:
– Edibl3leper
Great sister piece to the nice girl poem.
MY own favourite poem I’ve written on debauchery is
Ode to the Wednesday night fuck . . . thought I’d share in case you want to visit a like-minded lass xxx
I already had it highlighted in my mental notes to peruse your page once I finished responding to comments, I try always to respond to everyone, but occasionally I fail miserably. Your encouragement could not come at a better time. Thank you.
– Edibl3leper
A punch in the gut is a very apt description of your writing. That, or an emotional bitch slap. It never really matters what the subject is, your delivery is so powerful that it’s bound to leave a handprint (or nail marks)…I admire and envy you that!!
OMG, here I sit eating my Peanut Butter Captain Crunch, perusing art and enjoying the lovely slurp noise the milk makes as I savor every last tid-bit of deliciousness, and suddenly I am just about knocked off the couch with two of the nicest compliments I have ever received. I am so grateful, you have no idea.
– Edibl3leper
And now I am suddenly craving Cap’n Crunch, and have none, and am too sore/tired/lazy to even walk up the stairs to scrounge for anything let alone drive to the store and buy what I want!! Waaahhh!!
Tags edited to now include your suggestion, and the phrase singerchick suggestions, it seemed only fair. (-: Sorry about causing the craving. Funny thing is my b/f bought a box of the Cap’n at 6 this morning on the way to drop me off. It was for his lunch, so I was craving it all day until I bought my own box only hours ago, and now I am making a pig of myself.
– Edibl3leper
Also, I think you should add Peanut Butter Captain Crunch to your tags. :~)
Bahahaha, they REALLY ought to add a ‘like’ button on here :~D
For the comments or tags lol
– Edibl3leper
All of the above of course. LOL