You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to **** you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My ****** friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--
Not God but a ********
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the *****
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you ******* I'm through.
-sylvia plath 1932 -1963
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
*But Darling, lately I've been on everyones' to do list
but my own.*
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
She's so pretty they say
as she passes them on her way
it's a shame about the way she conducts herself
For so fair she is so dark
for so light she is so sad
for so funny she is so mad
She wont let anyone stop to ask
with her head in the clouds and her mind in gutter
the thoughts are returning as she inhales the tar and nicotine
the walls have started to close in
made her uncomfortable in her own skin
clutching at the unwanted, the hatred
why is it so hard for her to love herself
they ask
she wants to scream
Do you know how hard it is for me to love me
when you spend everyday over the toilet bowl
purging emotions
emptying my body of soul
stopping the hatred
i cannot ingest because of the regret of who i am
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
I didn't care for your fancy car. The one you claimed got you all the pretty girls.
I liked the way you drove that fancy car. Grasping at the vibrating stick shift, rocketing forward into the fast lane. My head being whipped around.
i wont give whiplash, you hot mess.
I liked the whiplash. The way you would look at me when you drove a little risky. That look of adventure on my face. I liked the way you drove that fancy car.
I didn't care for your strong tattooed body. The one that made you think you were untouchable.
I liked the way my head fit into the space between your shoulder and chest. That one night you held me closer than you had before.
you don't like to sleep like this. shut-up don't ruin it.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
You have filled the space that occupies my mind
the space which was once filled with anger and loneliness
where all of the demons were hiding
the "i told you so's"
and the "you are not good enough"
It was not meant to happen
It should not have happened
One alcohol humid night
all of us said yes
we blanked out the lonely and the dark places
to let the air of illusion fill the void
When it should have been screaming no
it screamed yes
it does not love you
you are not caring or kind
you are powerful and strong
you are complicated and devastating
and yet you fill that space that occupies my mind
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
It's empty I tell you,
How empty?
Really empty
Someone stole it
It must have been a monster
A real monster
Do you know this monster?
Too well
Why did you let him in?
I didn't think he was a monster
Was he handsome?
Very handsome
Do you think he'll return it
Never
How could you trust a monster like that?
He used sweet words
Your a fool!
Anyone would have fallen for the monster's charm
Did he at least some crumbs?
A few
Can you make a whole one out of the crumbs?
Its just not the same
I know, Nothings ever the same as the last cookie
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
what have you done
to me
take a step back
think
very carefully
id appreciate if
my heart would stop
hysterically
beating in
my chest
id like not
to have
a headache
when i think
of you
i wish
you had
not gotten
to me
who am
i to
you
or is
it just
lust
and
intoxication
take
me back
into your
arms
its getting cold
i need your
warmth
wrap me
around
your finger
please take
me back to your
bed
hold me
please
im
dying.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
swalow that pill
like you swallow your feelings
fall down the hill
punch the wall
so it hurts as much as your chest
bruise because it feels better
because you can touch the pain that way
ride the rollercoaster down
and down
like its never going to break
and thats all it would take to be
over
and thats all youd want right now
instead of the continous fall
so tell me this
what did i do
whyd you go
when before you said you wanted to kiss me
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
you told me things you thought would scare me
but it only made me love you more
in the back of my mind, i always knew you werent coming back
those nights ment nothing
when id crawl underneath your sheets
tell me stories of all your travels and the people you have met
you think youve got it rough
with all your pain and anger
you run away to leave it all behind
your not the only one who gets lost sometimes
leaver, wont you stay awhile
we’ve got all the time in the world
just stop in for a while
tell me secrets, hold me closer
run your fingers through my hair
and in the morning when your gone
ive known this heartbreak all along
dont think your the only boy in town
who holds me tight and kisses me sofelty
because ive been caught up in ones like you before
and when you leave i know the pain
and i always remember who loses the most
and it always comes down to me
did you ever think maybe i want to run away to
that your not the only one whos had it bad
take my hand and well scale the skies
but you still think your to lost to be found
leaver, wont stay awhile
we’ve got all the time in the world
just stop in for a while
tell me secrets, hold me closer
run your fingers through my hair
and in the morning when your gone
ive known this heartbreak all along
so get me out of this town before i go crazy
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
sitting in circles
on broken lawn chairs
and cold steps
these circles were always broken
with missing pieces and broken hearts
held together with nicotine and drunken laughter
the smoke rises and disapears
fragments of friendships ending
the circle of that fades
which was the feeling
the nicotine in our blood
mixed with ***** and beer
we lost the ball again
better go buy a new one
unlimited
everything
night buses mixed with smoke and *****
city lights that gaze down on lonely mornings
the summer never lasts long
our circles fade
the chairs break
the steps get wet
the hearts mend and friendships last
but where does that smoke go
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC