forever hold your peace
xmascleanlove
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"forever hold your peace"
finally having decided
on a final lover
she's begun to notice
the plush carpeted altar
(a false but welcome comfort)
to be nothing more than
a destraction
from tripping on her pretty trail
with each footstep
the avalanche of steps
become steeper
as her stand-in father
takes the hand of fates daughter
handing her over
to be bathed
in sentiment
washed in white satin, her smile proves infectious
to rows of pews
filled with the masses,
glowing from cascading sunlight
dripping through christ
frozen in stained glass
shattered, like faith
by a stone
while a closet of villians
who've worn her bedsheets bare
(sticky recollections she's left in warm showers)
find her to sign her
hallmark card
majestic ending
does this not prove storybooks flammable too?
after all the bad guys won
this dapper romeo
wrapped in black tie and attatched
to red bow
found his ring had no trouble
fitting a tattered finger
but has the world not ground him down as well
after all,
the cheap find only faithful approval
in the cheap
karma has crawled, hand and knee,
his bloody trail
of broken hearts
palms now cut
by recycled glass
it guides fear on wings
to his ears
already full of collected, whispered rumors
he sighs in hindsight
at all the tears his passion drew
longing to collapse
from the weight of so many
hopeful eyes
bearing down on him
time is but salt for their wounds
reassurances falter
a dam of apathy collapses
the irony of pity
being such a burden
she's been craved so long
an immunity to desire
has developed
it glazes over her tired eyes
that accept
indifference as a spectator
at loves ceremony
reaching finality
a kiss
ment for fireworks
tastes of chilling contempt
sober relatives bother with smiles
as they walk over stale rice
her life
once a tango with many
is replaced
during their first dance
trading away her last name for this title
princeless princess
feet scarred by shattered glass
when her slippers fell apart
and the horses turned to mice
she crosses the threshold
of mortal eternity
never touching the ground (though dropped at birth)
in his arms
with only the assurance
that the biggest dicks
get the biggest dicks
finally having decided
on a final lover
she's begun to notice
the plush carpeted altar
(a false but welcome comfort)
to be nothing more than
a destraction
from tripping on her pretty trail
with each footstep
the avalanche of steps
become steeper
as her stand-in father
takes the hand of fates daughter
handing her over
to be bathed
in sentiment
washed in white satin, her smile proves infectious
to rows of pews
filled with the masses,
glowing from cascading sunlight
dripping through christ
frozen in stained glass
shattered, like faith
by a stone
while a closet of villians
who've worn her bedsheets bare
(sticky recollections she's left in warm showers)
find her to sign her
hallmark card
majestic ending
does this not prove storybooks flammable too?
after all the bad guys won
this dapper romeo
wrapped in black tie and attatched
to red bow
found his ring had no trouble
fitting a tattered finger
but has the world not ground him down as well
after all,
the cheap find only faithful approval
in the cheap
karma has crawled, hand and knee,
his bloody trail
of broken hearts
palms now cut
by recycled glass
it guides fear on wings
to his ears
already full of collected, whispered rumors
he sighs in hindsight
at all the tears his passion drew
longing to collapse
from the weight of so many
hopeful eyes
bearing down on him
time is but salt for their wounds
reassurances falter
a dam of apathy collapses
the irony of pity
being such a burden
she's been craved so long
an immunity to desire
has developed
it glazes over her tired eyes
that accept
indifference as a spectator
at loves ceremony
reaching finality
a kiss
ment for fireworks
tastes of chilling contempt
sober relatives bother with smiles
as they walk over stale rice
her life
once a tango with many
is replaced
during their first dance
trading away her last name for this title
princeless princess
feet scarred by shattered glass
when her slippers fell apart
and the horses turned to mice
she crosses the threshold
of mortal eternity
never touching the ground (though dropped at birth)
in his arms
with only the assurance
that the biggest dicks
get the biggest dicks
if you're a pot smoker and you don't own a ukulele you're fuckin up...but then once you get a ukulele you might end up moving to a guitar because its a gateway instrument you know
~ EV 6/25/03
~ EV 6/25/03
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~ EV 6/25/03
takes the hand of fates daughter
handing her over
to be bathed
in sentiment
washed in white satin, her smile proves infectious
to rows of pews
filled with the masses,
glowing from cascading sunlight
dripping through christ
frozen in stained glass
shattered, like faith
by a stone
You're very original, and I appreciate and enjoy your ability to encapsulate in these lines this idea: Of the young woman who is feeling dissociated from social ceremonies and gender constructions of identity in daughterhood or wifedom, whose perception of the hollowness of marriage is iconoclastic and profoundly revelatory....
Maybe I was hoping that the young woman's spirit would not be crushed completely by social ideologies and that in the piece an opposition between the woman's interior, radical potentiality for individuation and desire, and the social forces repressing her through conformity, would develop. Her father and new husband (supposedly benign masculine figures of beneficence...but indifferent or unable to understand her, and thus destructive, malevolent), are all facets of convention to be torn apart...they are concepts, constructs, not experience, and she feels this now!!!....
This poem could be an epic in several sections! Keep it going!
and there is beauty in that
but, the contempt in this piece?
i find it troublesome
nice writing
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.
Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.
The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
Sylvia Plath
~ EV 6/25/03
fantastic thread.
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