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Bitch

October 9, 2009
By Ruthey GOLD, West Midlands, Other
Ruthey GOLD, West Midlands, Other
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I cannot believe that anything
Could ever decay me like this—
Because as I am composing
The notes drop, ringing, into glasses
Strutting, green like peacocks, through
A vertical forest of transparency.

Brittle as this clear sound
They are staying and shattering
As we crash those ten green bottles
On the pavement.

Do you really not know
the reason my shelves are groaning
with books?

Why I wrap myself up in words
To protect me from the yellowness of yesterdays—
A dull, garish pang.

Crossed legs are delicate
And so am I, stretched to a thin,
Webbed film, twisted around
Corners and solidified like crystal.

The only thing is that
If anything moves I will shatter—
This is also the delicate, heartfelt beauty
Of a fountain of slow-motion
Bullet-ripped flesh, blooming
Its fragile petals.

In my brokenness I am not weak.
Those ten green bottles
We smashed on the pavement
Grow around me, huge as sunflowers.
And they are falling,
falling.



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Riley141 GOLD said...
on Feb. 27 2010 at 12:11 pm
Riley141 GOLD, Yale, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
" Always do right. This will gratifiy some people and astonish the rest." Mark Twain

This is realy good keep writing!

on Feb. 26 2010 at 7:16 pm
the_Horsegirl SILVER, Minneapolis, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
People need dreams, there&#039;s as much nourishment in &#039;em as food. <br /> --Dorothy Gilman<br /> <br /> If there is such a thing as truth, it is as intricate and hidden as a crown of feathers.<br /> --Isaac Bashevis Singer

Just beautiful. you really have a talent for fitting together words. I love the part about "the notes drop, ringing into glasses..."

Alex166 BRONZE said...
on Oct. 18 2009 at 2:34 pm
Alex166 BRONZE, Charlton, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing. The need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad...&quot; - RENT

the lines beginning with "why I wrap myself up in words..." are amazing, I totally get what you're trying to say.