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.
A very strong poem. I like the description. Woman when they desire can turn a man head and make him wish to find peace in the woman sadness. I like the feel of the poem. Remind me of days when I roamed the tavern for 37 years. A outstanding poem.
Coyote
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 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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