Miss Guided
Being Enlightened
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She lays in the tall grasses,
looking delicate as a flower,
seemingly smooth and fragile as glass.
Speaking in tongues,
seducing the sheeps into serpents scales,
she weaves warped whispers
into the sleeping child's psyche
and passes off appearances
as nonchalant
(all the while, calculating
"chance encounters"
and feigning innocence).
Speaking for those who can speak
for themselves and saying
she sees the invisible hands
pushing, pulling, plying
to pillow her soul (will swallow her whole).
Spending days outside herself
as being inside
is as foreign a concept as true forgiveness
(even though she'll play like it's all okay,
she passes her judgements, takes notes
and then turns her back).
She candy coats the fear
and sells it at a low, low price
so as to avoid suspicion.
And she hears voices.
They slip into her subconcious
as she lays sleeping,
she says they guide her concious
and claims to know where they're taking her.
If you ask her,
she'll smile and tell you it's all the truth,
but, her heart is a long, dark shadow
across desert sands,
and your footprints
have long since filled
(if they were ever there at all).
And now,
she lays in the tall grasses,
looking delicate as a flower,
seemingly smooth and fragile as glass.
I trace the cracks of her surface
lightly with my fingers,
and wonder if she'll open her eyes
and stop the lies,
then grip the pillow tightly in my hands...
looking delicate as a flower,
seemingly smooth and fragile as glass.
Speaking in tongues,
seducing the sheeps into serpents scales,
she weaves warped whispers
into the sleeping child's psyche
and passes off appearances
as nonchalant
(all the while, calculating
"chance encounters"
and feigning innocence).
Speaking for those who can speak
for themselves and saying
she sees the invisible hands
pushing, pulling, plying
to pillow her soul (will swallow her whole).
Spending days outside herself
as being inside
is as foreign a concept as true forgiveness
(even though she'll play like it's all okay,
she passes her judgements, takes notes
and then turns her back).
She candy coats the fear
and sells it at a low, low price
so as to avoid suspicion.
And she hears voices.
They slip into her subconcious
as she lays sleeping,
she says they guide her concious
and claims to know where they're taking her.
If you ask her,
she'll smile and tell you it's all the truth,
but, her heart is a long, dark shadow
across desert sands,
and your footprints
have long since filled
(if they were ever there at all).
And now,
she lays in the tall grasses,
looking delicate as a flower,
seemingly smooth and fragile as glass.
I trace the cracks of her surface
lightly with my fingers,
and wonder if she'll open her eyes
and stop the lies,
then grip the pillow tightly in my hands...
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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this is wonderful
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
I thank anyone who takes the time to read any of the poems I post and shoot, you guys who put that extra little bit of effort to comment, well, {{{{BIG HUGS}}}} to you guys!!!!
I particularly like this phrase:
Speaking in tongues,
seducing the sheeps into serpents scales,
"Seducing" really captures the imagination in this. Great job.
EV - St. Louis 7/1/11 ** Tulsa 11/19/12
............
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
And thank you, Nothingbetter and depop, I take your
she passes her judgements, takes notes
and then turns her back).
She candy coats the fear
and sells it at a low, low price
so as to avoid suspicion.
And she hears voices.
They slip into her subconcious
as she lays sleeping,
she says they guide her concious
and claims to know where they're taking her.
If you ask her,
she'll smile and tell you it's all the truth,
but, her heart is a long, dark shadow
across desert sands,
and your footprints
have long since filled
(if they were ever there at all).
It's kinda like she is lying to herself
putting up a front and not really showing her true feelings.
Ah, am I read into this correctly?