This is the image of a girl you see at a nightclub, dancing away blithely, seemingly full of life and beauty, ...but hiding the contradictions which linger and bubble underneath the superficiality. She is the "virgin white slowly fading", the pure, pretty little angel, the daddy's girl. But she has a "darkness" that "won't come soon enough"; an inexplicable self-destructive nature which leads her to places and things that were never meant for her assumed perfection and purity.. In the "smoky bars" with the "jukebox lovers", seeking something but finding only "tequila solace" and disillusionment, reflected in her "mascara teardrops" ... The resulting "Trainwreck".
The "little liar" is perhaps the story of many a girl in this modern culture of entertainment, mate-seeking, and soul-searching that goes on day after day, week after week. But its continuance, and discovering nothing, goes on asking a question that maybe has no answer..but then she perhaps does not know the right question..."failure aging" is the result through the years; a reflection of herself, endless, like a self-fulfilling prophecy of her meaning in life. Yet she can still be "dressed to kill" and still provoke the "head turning"...
A tragically real little cameo of a life, concisely and precisely portrayed; a somehow twisted yet common perspective that represents to me an intended fairy tale gone wrong.
I have never been much of a poet, I know very little of the different styles of poetry other than what I was taught years ago...Reading this I feel as if I were reading a female Charles Bukowski and I thoroughly enjoy reading Bukowski! This is wonderful.
Oh wow, I love this. "Tequila solace" and "neon moons..." I'm a sucker for a clever combination, and those are some pretty excellent ones.
And what an awesome way to end this perfectly-titled poem. Seriously, everything about this just screams bloodstained beauty--an ornate dagger through the ribcage. Spectacular work--thank you so much for sharing it.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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You need to work towards getting your stuff published; I think you have that sort of talent, and what’s peculiar is how your minimalist style rages with meaning and imagery. There hasn't been a single thing of yours that I haven’t been impressed by.
In a everchanging society where the darkness of night condones dancing, drinking, and other pleasantries,
a person truly doesn't see the effects of the night until its over. If you could sense the effects of one thing to another, on a fun night with the classic dances,
then you'd know how the night would unfold, and furthermore how life would unfold. And then it'd be too plain to enjoy.
wonderful write
A song once taught me it was better to feel agony or pain/sadness, or to at least feel something, than to not feel at all.
I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend.
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