Cool! The versified subversion continues!

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From Greta Elisabeta Westford's diary.
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_____chess
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_____r_k_b_Q_K_b_k_r
_____p_p_p_p_p_p_p_p
_______w___w___w___w
_____w___w___w___w__
_______w___w___w___w
_____w___w___w___w__
_____p_p_p_p_p_p_p_p
_____r_k_b_Q_K_b_k_r


____________balance
_______ever
________________precedes
_________calamity
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From Beauty, by clarise.
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Blue to green
Go unseen
Though I see
Everything

Blue to red
Am I dead?
Have I lied?
Yet tonight?

Blue to white
Shining light
Shining sea
Swallow me

Blue to black
Can't go back
Can't go home
All alone

 

Okkkaay, wasn't going to post this one...

I am posting poems in order of appearance in the novel. But I had skipped this one. Greta tries out for varsity cheerleading, to break her malaise, and writes this one during tryouts:

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_____From Greta's diary.
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_____Go Black (clap-clap)
_____Go Red (clap-clap)
_____We're number one
_____We know it!

_____Go Red (clap-clap)
_____Go Black (clap-clap)
_____And now we're
_____gonna show it!


_____Go Team (clap-clap)
_____Go Sachems (clap)
_____Now show'em
_____how to do it!

_____Get up (clap-clap)
_____and cheer (clap-clap)
_____'cause now we're
_____gonna win it!
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_____
______
From Beauty, by clarise.
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What.

 

Tears

The wounds are small
I rationalize

Denial is my patch
But the pressure builds

Pressure on my heart
Pain in my throat

My eyes spring leaks
Small drops of relief

 

No.

 

I thought a pedo file is what my pedicurist uses on my feet.

 

YES, SSalo and OHT!!!! MORE!!!!!

 

Greta, through a glass more darkly.

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Another one from Greta, upon making the cut for varsity.
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From Greta's diary.
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_______kiss me _______ feel me
_______________hold me _______ hurt me
_______kick me________ rape me _______
_______________beat me _______ kill me
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From Beauty, by clarise.
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Nice poem! MORE!

 

pedo stories made the site unique? That's pretty creepy of you to say. Support the ban 100%!!!

 

alone

fishing so bad
can't hire a crew

times so tough
barely survive

sea so rough
barely afloat

long hard days
not wasted on you

 

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From Greta's diary.
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______________rash
_____
_____
_______on no other word
__________do I tirelessly attend
______paralyzed by its caresses
_____________rendered helpless
________by its promise
_____
____________love
_____
_______we have only
__________________one life
______________to know joy
__________only one_____
_____
_____
_____
_____
From Beauty, by clarise.
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_____

 

Highlight of my life
Fire in your eyes
I'm responsible I know
I've told many who wish it was them

I spark the gas tank with my Zippo lighter
Leave it burning for all to see
This is my reality
Charred remains at your doorstep

Pretty little picture
Hallmark cards go out to those
who wished it could have been them

But it's too late
Way too late to deny you ever loved her
Too late for apologies or niceties
Too late for restitution
Though she howls in the night for you

Her disembodied spirit wills itself
From point to point
Her tears don't wet her shirt anymore
She doesn't bother the world she resented anymore

She doesn't find herself where she got lost
Among the wheat stalks
Hushed voices
Sad whimpering

She doesn't hold her truths to be self evident anymore
Doesn't wait her turn to speak anymore
Doesn't want to be seen and not heard, anymore

 

Sweet. The penultimate stanza is reminiscent (to me) of Roethke, from The Lost Son:


it is beginning winter
the landscape still partly brown
the bones of weeds
kept swinging in the wind
above the blue snow
...
the light moved slowly
over the dry seed-crowns
the beautiful surviving bones
swinging in the wind


Keep going! More!

 

A chorus of woodland voices
Hollowed and hindered
By the trees which surround them
A white coma of cold and snow
Taking us all away someplace
Another world? Should I go?
Can we hide? Where is it?

She said it has a ship
Above us where the eagles fly
Above all of the satellites
With love in death I fail to die
Rainbows of one shade of blue
Melancholy is it true?
Can't you take me there with you?

 

More from Greta's diary.

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_____Greta's cry for mercy.
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_____countdown
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_____2
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__________no time for born
__________no time for grow
__________no time for love
__________no time for life
__________no time for rush
__________no time for fall
__________no time for dead
__________
__________
__________an alarm clock
__________________________corrupts my dreams
__________
__________
__________________dawn
__________________damn
__________
__________
__________traffic horns scream
_________________________________truisms
__________
__________
__________another monday
__________another oneday
__________another anyday
__________another lieday
__________
_______________oh please god
_______________don't make me
_______________survive again
_______________don't make me
__________
__________so many cars get to crash against poles
__________so many lightning bolts strike just right
__________so many card houses are picked up and
__________carried away by gentle accommodating winds

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_____1
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__________the angel of death
__________has broken the spell
__________his mouth has razors
__________he has chewed my eyelids off
_______________________________________with his razors
__________he has taken me
__________he has taken me bodily
__________he has gutted your beloved
______________________________________in our garden
__________and raped me with reality

__________faith is masochism
__________faith is misdirected deference
__________faith puts my womb in cold sweats
__________faith reduces gods to beggars
__________________haggard and threadbare

______________________the serpent__is the lamb
_________________jesus tears his palms on the nails
______________and a shriven trinity sheds futile tears

____________faith drips upon floorboards
__________________seeps between cracks
__________________weeps in cold basements
__________________where no one can see

____________faith the ravishing tempest
__________________the emotive softvoiced incubus
__________________the languid smiling whispering rapist
__________________we usher in with lovelorn lustblind foolishness

____________faith screams its disillusion
____________faith bleeds wrath upon the oblivious
____________faith shatters plateglass with its interminable dirge:

______i hate you
__________________i hate you
______________________________ihateyouihateyouihateyou

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_____0
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____________evening gently falls upon
____________a silent wake that trails behind
____________my everlasting timeless faith
____________propelled by torn and threadbare sails

____________I measure unremitting paces
____________circling 'round the quarterdeck
____________from fore to aft and back and then
____________adrift bereft to weep again

____________insomnolent in pools of sweat
____________that soak into these cedar boards
____________beneath my fevered shaking limbs
____________from dusk to dawn a progress toward

____________degenerating confidence
____________habitual indifference
____________and I've been told these countless years
____________that changes come, the changes come

____________from day to day and year to year
____________and life to life all living things
____________above and underneath the placid
____________cool and lucent, soft green sea:
____________
_________________________change
____________
____________
____________

 

In leaves I pour myself
Like thoughts on a page
into papier-mâché glasses
Where the studious drink
and laugh and discuss

They partake in disinterested backroom gestures
of intimate gestation
Burning themselves apart in self destruction
Burning what I used to be charred flesh
Talentless, tongueless, muted and dumb

I cry gallons of blood like something Jesus would have done
I skew millions through literal heresy, old wives tales, stories
Written pictures of my sudden arrival
I'm archived and laminated, an oblique reference to something born
and killed underfoot crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch

I speak in sounds, vocalizations, something inhuman, computerized static
Move the antennae, show me your relevance to my holy scripture
Can I worship at your shrine?
My body a pile of mush barely coagulating to acknowledge your presence
At my jello mold birth

 

anger's reward

Her ears covered
her mind closed

blindly she raved
and tore apart

our sad little life
We might've healed

if only her claws
hadn't left holes

in our hearts
and in our souls

 

_____
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From Greta's diary.
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_____
_____ephemeral
_____

_____lost in the complexity
_____of a paisley bedspread
_____we wander within
_____the chaotic pattern
_____the topiary labyrinth
_____dart through the garden
_____past terracotta statues
_____amphoras and fountains
_____leaded glass gazebos
_____among the high hedges
_____and poplars
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__________night falls
_____________________on the blue emerald grasses
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_____we gaze skyward at vast forms
_____that majestically traverse
_____stardispersed heavens
_____and at coffered shadows
_____cast by the faint distant
__________________________ceiling light
_________________as we empty ourselves
__________into the empty world
_____
_________my awareness
_________drifts between
_________a random song
_________and then a dream
_________pauses lingers
_________first with me
_________and then it turns
_________to dance with thee
__________
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From Beauty, by clarise.
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