Trainwreck

Trainwreck

A Poem by Elizabeth

virgin white slowly fading
darkness won’t come soon enough
midnight musings

smoky bars and jukebox lovers
tequila solace
twirling dance floors

mascara teardrops
hidden under neon moons

little liar
failure aging
short shirt
designer purse

head turning
dressed to kill

myself

© 2010 Elizabeth


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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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This was incredible emotion. The images are bold and really stood out in my imagination. You really dug deep to get this out.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like how you write..succinct and beautifully..:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This does present quite a mood and the last three lines very thought provoking and powerful...great work...

Posted 13 Years Ago


{god!!!-what a saturnine mood and it seems
the questioning/evaluating ones own life}

...what a great poem...i love it...

james-:-)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Wonderland, TN



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