Wednesday 1/16/2008 12:27:00 AM

Silly girl, he said. You, with your eyes sewn to the back of your head. How do you see where you're going?

I can tell by where I've been.

Pretty girl wearing your ugly face. Do you think you're fooling anyone?

Yes. All of them.

Silly girl, he said. You, with your thoughts carved into your wrists. Are you dead yet?

No, but It feels the same.

Sad girl wearing your happy face. Who are you trying to convince?

No one.

Everyone.

4 comments:
Slutty McWhore said...

Hello! Thanks for stopping by my blog recently! Just wanted to say that I appreciated your comment. If I ever come across a Scottish man who wants to marry an American poet, I'll send him your way so you can leave the country!

PS/Really liked that poem. I always admire people who can write poetry. I wouldn't know where to start.

ap said...

Well, if i have to get married to leave the country deal's off. :-)

thanx for the visit.

see ya round.

writerwoman said...

Wow. This poem is chilling. I love the way she answers the questions.

ap said...

i try to do different things every so often.

occasionally they turn out good to some or someone. like you.

that is the goal.

To change without really chaning.



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