#thegreatgatsby
I was waltzing to the jazz
Done everything, leaving no dash
Could see the diamonds
Glistening in my gaze
In bel air,
I was paralyzed with happiness
But the barque of past
Borne back to me
Ceaselessly carrying the mess
With desire that never rest
Thought I was living my best
With the old money vibe
As my facade fave
Then I heard thou name again
My heart bestrew asunder apace
And that moment I knew
I was melancholy stuck
In my old same dreary age.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
“I hope she’ll be a fool- that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
Gatsby's lost love was green
Your crush is bright blue
But I have definitely seen
What it means to both of you
And I really hate
To be a critic of dreams
But when momens abate
There's less chance than there seems
So please slow down, old sport
I've seen this story before
Please don't tell her that retort
When you walk out of the door
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Nick Carraway is
Perhaps the character most
Similar to me
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
Gatsby's green light was orgastic, unreachable,
distant.
Mine is a little dot on my chat screen,
also green;
your being in some corner of reality
that, perhaps, is also
looking for stories,
looking for me.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Daisy, the cheerful flower
Is actually a dead-inside *****
These are the things they don't tell you about the young and beautiful
Gatsby's mind is so clogged with her golden haze
He can't see past her blinding green searchlight
That is ironically placed right outside of his reach
He covers up his despair with grand parties
Elaborate Loneliness
So she'll say, "Oh, Gatsby! I must have you!"
However, the rich only get richer
And the lonely people with the pure dreams die in the end
While the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleberg just watch on
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC