Elle-maid
There once was a girl
as beautiful as the fall
before the fallen walked the hall
and the air thinned out summer lust
and dust wedged between the mouths of words
before winter was the only thing heard
and silent was the memory of spring.
She embodied all that was before
and all that would come once more
She was the lingering.
Her face was shimmering, water alight
but her backside was as hollow as her might
for her missing soul called to those with
to give to those without
a smile that is shy in its evil.
We lost many to her, you know
she charmed many a man
doing what she can
so she dreamed they loved her
but alas, they merely loved her face
which waned and disappeared without a trace
into the woods of the missing May.
- Andrea DeAngelis
(added 04.13.09)
Hatchet
I'm trying to bury the hatchet
but it's hard to get out of the wood
Splinters of hurt shoot off
and dirty old wounds
I believe they can't hurt me again
but they can and they will
because they didn't even think they did
and they hurt me still.
- Andrea DeAngelis
(featured in the poetry forum 04.13.09)
There are questions I will never ask you
There are questions I will never ask you
because there are answers you will never give
As you said, we were basically children back then
thin-skinned and easily maimed
to never recover again
only to become terminally sane.
- Andrea DeAngelis
(added 04.13.09)
Celluloid Angel
To be a wonder girl
she wears a wonder bra
isn’t a bore
bothering with how it cuts her up inside
the fabric so tight it eats her outside in
Her perfection grinds
up tight thighs
To get those precise lines,
she removes unnecessary ribs,
so she can squeeze into
bruise elastic pants
Then hobbles
on high heels
so when she runs
she is always caught
Achieve dreams
of wedding cake defection
she adheres her Velcro breasts
up to the neck
to prevent sagging to the knees
She was a perfect film roll
but for her defiance
smeared expression
screwed up
her plastic perfect complexion
Optimization
of all
biotic components,
is the only commandment
worth this dance with madness
Rake rust
nails
over flesh stretched
Slice precise lines
Corsets are in!
in all the common corpse sizes
from 28 inches to 16
breathing is an inconvenience
besides, her voice
barely a whisper
is sexier
Communication is enhanced
by the accompanying silence
of consenting cooperation
Men age better you know
because their souls
do not have so many holes
their stomachs are not torn-up
a terrain of acidic I can’ts
they do not regularly gargle with Cutex
their mouths reaching the perfect blue bruise
Fulfill the part
of the wanton waif,
no struggle, no waste
The gag will soften,
mold to her mouth’s folds
The goal: congenial control
Remember
to submit
is bliss
Alluring,
she can be
(Only Obey me)
with simply
a quick slap/jolt
to restore
to restart the system—
Zap back
to the trance-tripping
swirls of eyes
that cry sentimentality
I will tell you how to be
Those swan women
broke their backs
on corrosive corsets
rise crippled but cute
from the grave because the dead
are more compliant models
than the living dead
The weepy look
is in—
Navy smear
the eyesockets
The spring collection
is beaten and bruised
the already tasted
the already raped
hey, baby you want a date?
You pout
like a doll
sprawled,
seductively
Mash mercury
into your face power
to achieve the hue of holiness
Keep those
lids
lifeless
Never look
like you don’t want me
You, celluloid angel
can scrape away your birth-mask
become who you want to be
or how you want to be seen
Fatten
your lips,
Bliss
and bloodfull
become
so succulent
Remember,
Beauty is only Aggression
xxxxxxxxxxxx(Submission)
- Andrea DeAngelis
(featured in the poetry forum 03.22.09)
Go away
There’s a crack in the wall
And there’s a rat in my mind
Telling me I’m running on time
Complete the maze and get away
Run with crayons down the hall
Go somewhere,
Somewhere else
Just be anywhere
Go away
There’s a life outside of mine
There was a time when I almost dared
Where is that life? When is that time?
Go somewhere
Be something
Just be anyone
Be the negative of me
Just go away
I can
I could
dream
I just don’t know where to begin
I could
I can
I am
fading
away
Say
no
so
soft
It just lets
the words
Go.
- Andrea DeAngelis
(added 03.22.09)
Skulk
You have a face full of stone and hate
who are you trying to replace?
Are you a living ghost
because you feared your own dreams?
Other people’s crude desires
made you writhe and scream with almost life
your malice is a palatable being.
I can see him in the bricks congealing
his skin is not your skin
but it has your resemblance.
But no one ever noticed you at all
isn’t that the reason
you have been so ignored?
It is painful not to be seen and heard.
Pull yourself from the wall
and let yourself be seen and obscene.
Then will you no longer scowl at me?
They are always looking for you
always looking at you.
Who made you into yourself
who bent your will
who else besides you?
- Andrea DeAngelis
(added 03.22.09) |
