Freshly Written Lullaby Meets Forgotten Guitar

Godless angels still play golden harps

In the most distant heavens

Above us… So come and sing to me;

Come and lull me to sleep, pretty

Flower

.
.
.

We both will

Drown in the waves of an unknown

Ocean. No need to try to breathe —

Just meet living death for once. These are the watercolors

Of an extraordinary world… I want to dream away

Holding your hand. I want to dream

Away with my hand in yours, flower

.

ML

Outrunning

Shining lights — stars of

Freedom explode in the sky. At such a fast speed, why would I have to

Speak? Just drive faster. I don’t

Have anything to say, but we both

Smile, anyway

.

Let’s look for a new

Home. Driving faster… She forgets the existence of

Walls and fences.

Dearest friend, I can feel

How heavy your heart has become

.

Fast speed… Let’s live to outrun

Limits and the promises we never

Wanted to make

.

ML

Mom Bought Fake Flowers

image

Disappointment. I stare at her. She

Looks so thrilled. When I asked, she said

I’m not rich enough to spend money on flowers

Every single day!

I nodded, but my thoughts wanted to tell her that

She should have her own

Garden

.

Even though I stayed quiet,

I heard her voice say

Real flowers

Die. They always die

In the end

.

Back to my isolation,

I stare at the ceiling and wish

I could have a

Suicide cigarette, but I’m not

A smoker. I burn my favorite incense and go

Back to bed, aware that

It won’t have the same effect

.

White roses dazzle my senses

.

ML

Mad Girl’s Love Song — Sylvia Plath

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

.

Sylvia Plath