kitchen sink amelie.

kitchen sink amelie.

A Poem by Lady Lazarus.

 I jumped and felt my wrists sink

I kept on & on unable to think

a womb that protects me from my calling

the spitting and scratching are appalling

 

Look into my eyes and they're not green

look into my eyes and try seeing what I've seen

Maybe if my eye were bluer I would talk to you

maybe if they were'nt dull I would enjoy the view

Green and looking at a mirror with no reflection

Looking at a person avoided of affection.

 

 

Cooking dinner and mother smokes

inside a house which slowly chokes

the fight is not inside me now

You think you're right well tell me how?

 

 

 

 

 

Look into my eyes and they're not green

look into my eyes and try seeing what I've seen

Maybe if my eye were bluer I would talk to you

maybe if they were'nt dull I would enjoy the view

Green and looking at a mirror with no reflection

Looking at a person avoided of affection.

 
 
I'm just a girl who grew up while young
a person who slipped on her own tongue
These things are so hard to feel
when faliure is not so easy to conseal
 
My eyes have dimed like my parents before
I've forgotten the meaning of it once more.....
 
 

Look into my eyes and they're not green

look into my eyes and try seeing what I've seen

Maybe if my eye were bluer I would talk to you

maybe if they were'nt dull I would enjoy the view

Green and looking at a mirror with no reflection

Looking at a person going down the wrong direction.....

 
 

 

© 2008 Lady Lazarus.


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Fascinating. I dig

"Cooking dinner and mother smokes
inside a house which slowly chokes"

Perfect.

Posted 15 Years Ago


A beautiful, bittersweet write that seems almost lyrical... Your melancholy tune carried the words like a ship across dark waters... Amazing!

Craig

Posted 15 Years Ago


nice work. keep writing!
Jaff :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


a womb that protects me from my calling

That struck a chord in me

WOW
Cheers,lea

Posted 15 Years Ago


This had an incredibly somber note...almost tragic. The flow was nice, it read nicely aloud, and the meter and rhythem were both great.

Posted 15 Years Ago


A very hauntingly sad write. I like it though, it flows well. The only thing I might suggest, is switching avoided with devoid. It's only a suggestion though, the piece is still magnificent without doing that.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very cute and whimsical--but yet haunting. I like it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Lady Lazarus.
Lady Lazarus.

glasgow, United Kingdom



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'...And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire Can't replace or relate, can't release or .. more..

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A Poem by Lady Lazarus.



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