Under the influence of Rice

Under the influence of Rice
 I listened to the dragged on melody and thought of your dark that had no purpose.

No purpose for me.

A double-sided mirror and your trying to see me, you know I’m there, but I am. I am right next to you. And yet I can’t be any clearer.

Because you won’t see. What’s real.

I can’t give to you, can’t even smile within a ten minute radius or you’ll hear it-a dog whistle, perfume in your pupil.                                              It’s not mine.

The bow is tied mighty tight.

The song swiftly clicks away and I begin to fall into it. I am in love with the song, I am under the influence of Rice.

Your torrent deepens for you, but is delicately dropped from me. I barely noticed it at all, when I became aware. And I would have removed sooner if I had not only thought it necessary to bring to your attention.

That what I am, is for me. Not even for whom I choose.

What you are is the compost pile half-full. Nobody bothered to fill it, but some raccoon might appreciate your neglect.

What makes me bleed is not new, it’s old, but that is what I appreciate. It’s how I function, how I live. Care.

Tired of being carefully pleasant, I turn up the volume.

Your dark fades to grey and I am washed in orange.

Details

Top-Vintage via Mother Fletchers

Skirt-F21

Tights-CVS

Socks-Target

Boots-Payless

Hello everyone! Today's poem seems a little dark, but it really isn't. This one was an experiment. I actually started writing this in my head, in the car while listening to the song "volcano" by Damien Rice. I never wrote anything influenced by someone else's work, so this was a first for me. I submitted this one last week, so I will be discussing it with my class on Thursday. I am not %100 sure if it is finished, so I may post it again later down the road with changes.

**I also wanted to thank everyone for all the tips on memorization, I am hoping to get it down by next Sunday :)

I would also like to mention that I bought this top a year ago with my friend Brian at Mother Fletchers in Ferndale. I have never worn it because it is kind of long and a little big. I decided since yesterday was such a "dark day" for me, that I might try tucking it into this skirt, I kind of liked it. I still felt a little like a tom-boy in it for some reason, which I don't mind, I still am a little bit.

And last but not least-snow! We are finally getting hit with all the white stuff everyone else has been getting slammed with all week. I can't wait to get home, I want to take a picture of all the pine trees covered in the park, I am hoping to get home before it gets too dark. I am not sure if I will though, I have lived in MI my whole life and people on the expressway still have no idea how to drive in the snow here. it's a little crazy. I hope everyone is having a good Tuesday!

To-do list:

Clean the apartment
Laundry
Write Jessica
Read SLUT!
Start paper
Memorize poem
Finish Homework
Balance checkbook