Roxie.
My Nan (very aptly named Ann Love - she was one of the most generous women on this planet) always used to say that every human being has their vices, and that she didn't smoke or drink, but she was drawn like a moth to bright casino lights.
I'm a sucker for menthol cigarettes, a thought provoking novel and bourbon & coke.
I love hard rock, punk and heavy metal. I am an athiest by label and my nature, despite my upbringing. Nothing aggravates me more than attempted conversions. I already have voices in my head buddy, I don't need an imaginary friend to boot. Sorry.
Stevie Smith - Not Waving But Drowning
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
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I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it-----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?-------
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The Peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot ------
The big strip tease.
Gentleman , ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart---
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
There isn't much to say about me. I write what I know.
Most of what I write is lyrical and has or is pending a melody.
I'm a musician by lifestyle. More than words, music is breathing for me. Everything else in my life is just filler.
Primarily, I'm a singer. But I tend to be a natural with most other instruments.
If there's anyone reading this that loves music as much as I do, I would love to talk to you.
But aside from that, in a poem I love something that can move me, shake me to my core. Sadly, I can't quite write that powerfully yet, but I love browsing around AP to find other people who can..
I am just a girl in a man's world. But I do what I can.
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I remember him for what he was, and who I thought he was at the time. Or maybe it was just what I wanted him to be.873 lines, 1 comment, May 27. In 600-2000 words, Hmmm
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If I could be stripped of everything bar one defining fragment of my life, what would it be?1528 lines, May 24. In <600 words, Other
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Let’s take a moment here to discuss the classic 1971 musical “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”, based upon Roald Dahl’s book “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”. It’s a movie that has a reputation as a great movie to watch while stoned – ironic, because it is a film that delivers a strong and clear anti-drug meSeptember 8, In Drugs. 1,400 words. → 3 comments, Add one?
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Xxcant runxX on September 10Hey love your name and your page
You seem alot like me well as far as I know so far I also love music it's my world I'm a singer to andni play just about every intsrument my fav is drums well I hope to get to know you better hopefully ttyl
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lemmeXdie on September 7hey, im lynnie...nice to meet u... :}
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KaylaSHIKARI on September 7Nice page..
Music is wonderful isn't it?
I'M a singer also -
Sunkissed xo on January 25Pretty pen-name, and nice page
<3 Summer Honey.
