"Desire"

Oct 07, 2006 13:10

All of this
makes me want to crawl back into that
dank and musty hole
that makes me blind to myself
that leaves me naked, liberated
daring and terrible
at once

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jungle_kitty October 8 2006, 18:19:05 UTC
this probably wasn't what you were going for, but this totally reminds me of the scene in Bell Jar when Esther crawls into the cubby hole in her basement...again, doubt you were going for that, especially emotion wise, but that's what i thought of :D

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__tinker_bell October 8 2006, 20:27:52 UTC
Actually, when I reread what I had written, that was the first thing that came to my mind as well -- weird! Except that the poem isn't about suicide. So...damn you, Sylvia Plath, for effing with my metephor ^_^

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jungle_kitty October 8 2006, 23:45:03 UTC
yeah i figured your poem wasn't about suicide, or i would have come over to your house asap ;) of course, that probably wouldn't have done very much good because i don't know where you live exactly, so a lot of help i would have been!

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bright_eyed_elf October 9 2006, 07:57:46 UTC
just run around ester short park screaming "don't do it!"

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_sameer_ October 8 2006, 18:59:14 UTC
I like that a lot. And no, it's not just the mental picture of you naked.

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__tinker_bell October 8 2006, 20:31:25 UTC
Lawl.

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