I confess, you are the best thing in my life.
23 February 2012
08 February 2012
II. A Game of Chess (Stanza 7)
When she came in uniform, he said—
“I missed you so, something wasn’t right without you”
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS, GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
“Make yourself useful, the floor’s dirty”
So she spat on it and held back the tears
She held for eight months
“There’s dirt underneath your fingernails”
She called him a failure for not finding a job
And he replied that he didn’t need one
If there were no kids to take care of.
She spit again, in the sink this time.
He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS, GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
She sat at the window
Behind a desk
And watched the leaves fall
One by one until the earth had a blanket
But she was cold.
“We’re not getting any younger"
Why would she want another version of herself,
Sad and hollow and small.
“A figure like that can’t support a baby”
He speaks to her bones.
He bursts in the door every 2 A.M.,
Slurring words and stenches of cheap perfume,
He bleeds guilt but feels nothing.
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS, GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
“I need a real woman”
A ring on the finger but no children
To bear a concoction of your features,
An unfulfilled prophecy; selfish.
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
Goodbye captain. Goodbye sergeant. Goodbye lieutenant. Goodbye.
Farewell. Goodbye. Goodbye.
Goodbye gentlemen, goodbye brothers, goodbye, goodbye.
“I missed you so, something wasn’t right without you”
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS, GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
“Make yourself useful, the floor’s dirty”
So she spat on it and held back the tears
She held for eight months
“There’s dirt underneath your fingernails”
She called him a failure for not finding a job
And he replied that he didn’t need one
If there were no kids to take care of.
She spit again, in the sink this time.
He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS, GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
She sat at the window
Behind a desk
And watched the leaves fall
One by one until the earth had a blanket
But she was cold.
“We’re not getting any younger"
Why would she want another version of herself,
Sad and hollow and small.
“A figure like that can’t support a baby”
He speaks to her bones.
He bursts in the door every 2 A.M.,
Slurring words and stenches of cheap perfume,
He bleeds guilt but feels nothing.
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS, GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
“I need a real woman”
A ring on the finger but no children
To bear a concoction of your features,
An unfulfilled prophecy; selfish.
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
GUNS AREN’T FOR GIRLS
Goodbye captain. Goodbye sergeant. Goodbye lieutenant. Goodbye.
Farewell. Goodbye. Goodbye.
Goodbye gentlemen, goodbye brothers, goodbye, goodbye.
05 February 2012
II. A Game of Chess (Stanzas 5 & 6)
I remember
When I first saw your gaping mouth, your lifeless eyes
‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your
head?’
Please
Doctor, doctor won’t you please prescribe me something
A day in the life of someone else?
Because I’m a hazard to myself
I’m my own worst enemy
‘What can I do now? What can I do?’
‘My capabilities running through my fingers like
grains of sand, I shall rush out
‘As I am, no glance in a mirror
‘No costume on my face, so. Where do I go now?
‘Where do I ever go?’
A meeting at noon.
And if it snows, by the fireplace we’ll be again,
And we shall play a game of chess.
We are just as much of no one as the hollow eyes
Over coffee cups,
We are vapors, temporary,
The steam billowing from the milky brown elixir
We exist, we rise, then we disappear.
When I first saw your gaping mouth, your lifeless eyes
‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your
head?’
Please
Doctor, doctor won’t you please prescribe me something
A day in the life of someone else?
Because I’m a hazard to myself
I’m my own worst enemy
‘What can I do now? What can I do?’
‘My capabilities running through my fingers like
grains of sand, I shall rush out
‘As I am, no glance in a mirror
‘No costume on my face, so. Where do I go now?
‘Where do I ever go?’
A meeting at noon.
And if it snows, by the fireplace we’ll be again,
And we shall play a game of chess.
We are just as much of no one as the hollow eyes
Over coffee cups,
We are vapors, temporary,
The steam billowing from the milky brown elixir
We exist, we rise, then we disappear.
II. A Game of Chess (Stanzas 2, 3, & 4)
‘The dreams are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
‘Comfort me. Why are you so cold. Empty.
‘What were you thinking? What thinking?
What?
‘I never knew what you were doing. Remember.’
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
‘What is that noise?’
Death’s twilight kingdom
‘What is that noise now? Do you hear the thunder?’
Nothing again nothing.
‘Do
‘You hear nothing? Did you think nothing? Do you
remember
‘Nothing?’
Note: there are several indentations that I intended to make here that show up in Microsoft Word but not Blogger. Same goes for other stanzas.
‘Comfort me. Why are you so cold. Empty.
‘What were you thinking? What thinking?
What?
‘I never knew what you were doing. Remember.’
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
‘What is that noise?’
Death’s twilight kingdom
‘What is that noise now? Do you hear the thunder?’
Nothing again nothing.
‘Do
‘You hear nothing? Did you think nothing? Do you
remember
‘Nothing?’
Note: there are several indentations that I intended to make here that show up in Microsoft Word but not Blogger. Same goes for other stanzas.
Lazy Sunday
Wow being sick is so great!! I missed three days of school and have basically been sick on and off since last Sunday. Luckily my immune system has finally decided to forgive me, and I'm pretty much healthy again.
Being sick means that I haven't had much time to write. In fact, I got 16 pages behind in my Writing Workshop class. Luckily, I managed to crank out 8 pages yesterday and 8 today, so I'm pretty much caught up. That also means I have more of The Waste Land to post!
I don't have much to update on, although being a second semester senior doesn't bring much crazy life updates in general. It's Superbowl Sunday, but I would be lying if I said I was really excited. What I'm more interested in is the Michigan vs. Michigan State basketball game, but the Wolverines are having a poor showing so far.
My wi-fi's been awful lately, and actually I had finished this little rant and was going to post it but then the internet stopped working and deleted half my post. Talk about first world problems. But from what I can remember, basically I said that I was astonished that Spirit Week starts tomorrow. Usually it's months of me biting my nails and thinking about costumes and such, but this year I guess I'm just going through the motions. Maybe once it starts I'll have more energy and excitement.
That being said, it's going to be a crazy busy week. I also have three basketball games which means I'm going to be all over the place and extra busy. So I apologize in advance for not posting much. Thanks for your patience, whoever you are out there!
Being sick means that I haven't had much time to write. In fact, I got 16 pages behind in my Writing Workshop class. Luckily, I managed to crank out 8 pages yesterday and 8 today, so I'm pretty much caught up. That also means I have more of The Waste Land to post!
I don't have much to update on, although being a second semester senior doesn't bring much crazy life updates in general. It's Superbowl Sunday, but I would be lying if I said I was really excited. What I'm more interested in is the Michigan vs. Michigan State basketball game, but the Wolverines are having a poor showing so far.
My wi-fi's been awful lately, and actually I had finished this little rant and was going to post it but then the internet stopped working and deleted half my post. Talk about first world problems. But from what I can remember, basically I said that I was astonished that Spirit Week starts tomorrow. Usually it's months of me biting my nails and thinking about costumes and such, but this year I guess I'm just going through the motions. Maybe once it starts I'll have more energy and excitement.
That being said, it's going to be a crazy busy week. I also have three basketball games which means I'm going to be all over the place and extra busy. So I apologize in advance for not posting much. Thanks for your patience, whoever you are out there!
01 February 2012
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