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Tinkerbell was a Bitch They told me I was supposed to be beautiful, darling, and so I was. I laughed generously at life, I worked hard, GOD I’ve tried and tried and tried....... My pampered innocense I kept to slide over my eyes time and again So, I wouldn’t see the feeding tongue of death... I kept these smiles REAL “LOVE” Always saw the prism in the raindrop Always saw the heart inside the man. AND THIS IS WHERE I AM!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, pass me another drink, hon. Stick another prick in my path, “Love” I’ll rake through them and stagger on back. JUST FOR YOU.... Just for you. They taught me about sweet words spoken, About dreams and children ... and time oh ETERNITY! They whispered it like a trembling secret I had to find. It was supposed to be there, Darling, “If I followed my heart” But, Tinkerbell was a bitch; So, I’ve made a fresh start. What?! It’s not enough LOVE, is it? . You stretch those tangling fingers right through my will to make me remember him !!! AND I DO!!! OH yeah, “Love”... Just for you. Just for you. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Elaine Marie Phalen On Date: 2004-01-05 10:02:13
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Whew, gutsy poem! I love the mockery, the bitterness, the jaded persona of your speaker. Some of the imagery gives chills up my spine (which is a good thing!) - feeding tongue of death; prism in the raindrop; stretch those tangling fingers right through my will. This poem raises cynicism to new heights, er, depths. Yet behind the humour is the absence of all illusion, a thin veneer that coats an underlying and awful despair. The voice is strong and original. I have no suggestions, as this reads like a finished piece. (sp: innocence)
Most enjoyable.
Brenda