#jamesdean
i feel like sylvia plath,
or james dean when he said
“live fast, die young, and
leave behind a beautiful corpse.”
except he didn’t say that.
but sylvia plath was volatile
to her mind
and a tortured soul.
the carbon monoxide
filled her soul,
just as the misery fills mine.
the burning desire to exit,
to end it.
the desire to burn the
fires inside my mind.
the poetic way of james dean,
and sylvia plath
lives in my veins
and feels like a raging fire
that cannot be tamed.
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 10:45 AM UTC
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Golden yellow freshness, flowers and spikes rocking
A large reservoir of water in the distance
(Imaginations of us in my head among sweet clear wheat)
I'm sitting on top of a hill
Every day waiting for you
and you don't arrive ....
I don't understand the reasons
Storm sounds far away
Sad lyrics with violins start in my mind
I wait for you every day
Do not you remember the good times?
When we spoke in writing, as little notes
Because you don't tell me that you don't like the letters
Do not like the slow romantic songs?
I am still the classic romantic girl in a slightly sloppy dress
What awaits you with illusions near the atmosphere
I hope you aren't lost in another galaxy trying to be another
Clouds formed by warm air
You never arrive
I wait for you
Wishing you two legends together at the top of the hill.
-Codelandandmore // 22:44PM ©
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
What a pleasure;
a woodland drive on the edge
of a cliff
with James Dean,
glamour by the sea
A star at work,
fawning over me
We will be
in the gossip magazines,
you and me
and evening chatter
about how things
are supposed to be.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC