I'm not a wave, I'm not the sky, I do not change, I stay, I do not go, I do not run, I do not walk, I do not move.
I am the work of your palm, your girl, a clay, heavy yet easy, one time I am burnt but end up having soul.
Just like Pinocchio my nose grows longer everytime I lie, so when I try I give up, when I remove my nose my tongue gets off too.
Just like Pinocchio I want to be a good child, to make you proud. Just like Pinocchio I have no brain, no any trace of your H. sapiens DNA, you did not give me that well.
Only these fingers are right, only these fingers are going to reveal the truth I've failed to chase.
These fingers have blood, bones and skin. These fingers have their own brains to work for me when mine is gone.

I am your tombstone, you don't want to admit you are a narcissist, I admit it instead.
Right in front of you is the lake, it is really me, you do not reflect, I drown in me instead.
The tale is near the end, it's all political act, when I shut down I do not, when I sleep I do not, I die, I die, I did not live, have never done.

//The sad sorry is wrenching my guts.
I just heard my sternum gone. Rest in peace, my girl.

//Sweet, too sweet for brown sugar.
Did you put it too much? I always have it too much.

//My moon won't wait for me to fall asleep.
She keeps falling from my eyes, leaving my body just like that.

//Just stop. Stop it. Please stop it.
Don't let me enter your thoughts.

//In the morning is the worst.
If you know what I mean, I am sorry.

Yes, Plath, my Plath,

I can't claim you as my Plath,
Not when I want to die
Nor when I want to live.

I don't even know how to
Do my words.
They flicker. I cannot touch them.

O what time did you go to bed?
You woke up so early
In the morning.
I think I know how and why.

That is what took my right
To call you
My
Plath.

Yes, Sylvia, my earth,

Let me be your moon.
You can't burn just like that.
My golden lotus,
You were among fierce flames

All the time.
I don't even know how to

Do my words.
They flicker.
I cannot touch them.

I want the
World to
Revolve around
Me

Some nights she jumps like
A child, weak yet so cheerful--
She's too soft to break

Some nights she jumps like
Adult, angry and depressed--
Still too soft to break

She knows plenty of
Hows to use the skipping rope--
She is still so soft.

The lilies bloomed in your chest,
Destroying the pure & dark
With unnecessary beauty.
Your ribs pale & hurt,
Hanging strong, hiding truth.
Such a mother I never would.

You could grow potatoes out of your skin
& feed the entire world yourself.
You could be a forest
& give your lungs for the Earth.
You could cry & clean the ocean.
You could die & still have lives.

But the lilies bloomed in your chest!
Your eyes curious like a child
& they sink to see
Your chest now all wet & *****,
They weep, & you wish you'd died.
O you, could die & still have lives.

my breath is gone & my neck is missing.
my forehead is swelling & hot i could just eat my brain raw.
i cannot find my throat but it tastes sour.

my eyes watery & colorblind.
while my stomach works too hard, my ears just can't take it anymore.
& my tongue knows only one taste.

my chest too tight & the bones won't do.
a song is sung, the time is up.
my clock keeps failing my now.

i read bible out loud & i became a saint.
my blood won't cure but it could wash sins.
just don't do this at home.