Rococo maiden
07-14-2007, 09:57 PM
The strict rules are no
Discouragement
Every girl longs to take part in life
Of course, there are those who don't
They are the ones predictors say won't
Make the cut
With my study satchel and my school-girl skirt hiked just so above the
Knee
I feel crazy, crazy
Crazed with the pain of pressure and last night's cram school headache
It sits on me, it blankets all of us who
Know they have to make a
Go at life
You're only young once, after all
The peach eaters preach
The academic manifesto
To any girl who will hear
Don't look for smiles, warmth
Some can't help being cold-blooded any more than
A reptile can
They stand,
And stare
Messing with their perfect hair
Horrible venus flowers that Dante couldn't dream of
Exhisting in his seventh circle of hell
Has life made them this way? Or has the
Great battle royale plan pushed them into play
couture-scented killers?
What a relief to be a man, and have that
Lumbering view of life
Safely immortal in their Neanderthal mindset
They should beware of girls who smile the flattering
Stare
They are the ones who eat men like air
NOTES: I really want to improve in writing poetry, and so I'd love to hear any comments/thoughts/critique that anyone out there has. . .It would be really helpful to hear what you think! Also, the last line (---eat men like air) is actually a phrase from Sylvia Plath's poem Lady Lazarus, I added it because I thought it really illustrated my ending point.
Discouragement
Every girl longs to take part in life
Of course, there are those who don't
They are the ones predictors say won't
Make the cut
With my study satchel and my school-girl skirt hiked just so above the
Knee
I feel crazy, crazy
Crazed with the pain of pressure and last night's cram school headache
It sits on me, it blankets all of us who
Know they have to make a
Go at life
You're only young once, after all
The peach eaters preach
The academic manifesto
To any girl who will hear
Don't look for smiles, warmth
Some can't help being cold-blooded any more than
A reptile can
They stand,
And stare
Messing with their perfect hair
Horrible venus flowers that Dante couldn't dream of
Exhisting in his seventh circle of hell
Has life made them this way? Or has the
Great battle royale plan pushed them into play
couture-scented killers?
What a relief to be a man, and have that
Lumbering view of life
Safely immortal in their Neanderthal mindset
They should beware of girls who smile the flattering
Stare
They are the ones who eat men like air
NOTES: I really want to improve in writing poetry, and so I'd love to hear any comments/thoughts/critique that anyone out there has. . .It would be really helpful to hear what you think! Also, the last line (---eat men like air) is actually a phrase from Sylvia Plath's poem Lady Lazarus, I added it because I thought it really illustrated my ending point.