sylvia plath
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Poetry is and has always been a friend
Sometimes I feel though, it will come to an end
My thoughts are abundant and plenty to hear
But when I see other words, I begin to have fear
Dear Sylvia Plath,
Let me lift the bell jar from your eyes,
flame-red strands dropping to your shoulders,
oxygen returning to your lips.
I want you to place your fingers on your heart, and listen.
Sylvia,
I never knew you
But I feel like I did.
They never knew you, either
And they feel the same.
The difference is that
They're wrong.
I dipped my toes into the cold water
it was pleasant
it reminded me of my heart
I thought it did, I thought it did
but it didn't
it wasn't really my heart
My heart was gold
Do you make wishes at 11:11Do you plan from 11:09 When your hope bubbles over andAll of your troubles and desires File into a line where the biggest dream races practicality for a spot in the frontAnd converts to words soon to be evaporated into a
Here I amHere I standAwaiting for some form of affectionHere I amHere I standWanting "a life where everything is good"Here I wasHere I stoodLooking at people of past
“I brush away the shadows and all the stars leave cries;
I kiss you good night and all is calm again;
(I believe my love for you extends to the skies.)
