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thoughts of my ~~still life~~

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited July 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
sterile. grey. white. there's a green plant. not synthetic. i can see the dead corners. browning. crumbling. the kind of death that would crumble into ash at the touch. but behind the crackling corners, i see a green life. it's alive... and in my rolly chair... my rolly rolly chair, I look around and see the only life in this place is a dying plant -- and me. in this stretch of silence (the phone does not ring) it feels like me and planty poo are the last living creatures on earth. ~


~~plantchild~~
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • rarghrargh-brownstarrarghrargh-brownstar Posts: 1,272
    u get better and better everyday sis

    :D

    dont ever stop please!!!!

    ur poems are soo sweet and innocent.........and so honest

    :) thank u for being here
    Rarghstarfarian.
  • PJGirl2004PJGirl2004 Posts: 58
    IT'S GOOD. I LIKE IT A LOT.
    Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?
  • BooBooBooBoo Posts: 25
    o this emptiness
    and so sharp

    this somehow reminds me of sylvia plath
    and a summer afternoon :)
    (quite controversially)

    ..i dont know.
    great :))
    but their heart turned cold and they dropt their wings - sappho
  • MeddleDealMeddleDeal Posts: 2,547
    GREAT stuff sis!! :D

    i tried calling ya, but someone picked up and nothing :(
    ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~ø~
    ~*STONEY PONY all the WAY!*~
    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~
    "For the world, not for the war"-Neil Finn
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Another great piece Jess
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Plants poo? :eek: And here I thought I wouldn't have to follow them around with a scooper! Damn! ;)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by BooBoo
    o this emptiness
    and so sharp

    this somehow reminds me of sylvia plath
    and a summer afternoon :)
    (quite controversially)

    ..i dont know.
    great :))
    wow. sylvia plath! i love her. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by Being Enlightened
    Plants poo? :eek: And here I thought I wouldn't have to follow them around with a scooper! Damn! ;)
    ahehe you're precious, my dear Being Enlightened. :) *sending smiles and giggles*
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • BooBooBooBoo Posts: 25
    sylvia plath?
    me too i like her.
    remember monologue at 3am or something like that?
    (not sure title is correct)

    your thing reminded me of that
    but their heart turned cold and they dropt their wings - sappho
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by BooBoo
    sylvia plath?
    me too i like her.
    remember monologue at 3am or something like that?
    (not sure title is correct)

    your thing reminded me of that

    ahh yesyes. i do know what you're talking about. i suppose my poem does resemble it. what an honor though. sylvia, while labeled insane, made so much sense to me....
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • BooBooBooBoo Posts: 25
    yeah to me too. though not the kind of poet you ENJOY reading. but you know its brilliant.
    to me its always like when you get burned by a very cold thing.
    but their heart turned cold and they dropt their wings - sappho
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by BooBoo
    yeah to me too. though not the kind of poet you ENJOY reading. but you know its brilliant.
    to me its always like when you get burned by a very cold thing.

    that's a very pretty way of putting it. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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