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[Currently without access to a Hebrew-typing
computer]
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I've heard of, once, in a
lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream realy do
come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where
'The clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above
the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow, why
Then, oh why,
Can't I?
Born 1987, a melodramatic child who's grown into a
melodramatic young woman; a vorascious reader,
though from her writing one might not suspect
this. Greately inspired by Ursula Hegi, whose
characters are haunted by the guilt of complicity;
also by Greg Weisman's Gargoyles, who are often
more humane and more noble than than the humans
they protect; flawed, but admirable.
Greatly appreciative of comments, feedback,
observations, and suggestions.
I'm sitting; it's late, almost tomorrow. I close my eyes and
go to the place where my nightmares are.
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''Honey, what about the other girls? Don't they want to use
the phone?''
She sniffed and wiped her face with her blue papery-sleeve.
''Yes mommy.''
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This is how I remember him now. His whispers turn into my
dreams, or my dreams into his whispers; our bodies separated
by walls of stone, this is how we lie awake at night, and
this is how we fall asleep.
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Imma says:
you're full of ohs
Imma says:
got a w?
Lital says:
yes. this is what happens when everything that goes on i
get second hand.
Imma says:
how second hand?
Lital says:
second hand... you know, i hear about it, usually after it
happens.
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I'm sitting in the front seat. I'm sitting in the shotgun
seat, even though I'm never allowed;
And I'm listening to all the things my mom isn't saying.
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Unbind this wanton heart
And set my senses free
It's time for life to start
I'm old enough to see
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There's a place that I know
Where the bad in me goes
Where there's naught but fear
And the wind doesn't blow
It's too cold there to snow
And it knows that I'm here
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Dreams lay scattered on the floor;
She's forgotten, doesn't want them anymore
Food will rott, what does she care;
She will not eat of it, death is but a dare
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Dogs bark from yards, we don't live here anymore
You can't go back, it won't be like before
Undone, undead, and walking in the light
The sun is burning and it's really cold tonight
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I'm not so good with words
Unless if they are blue
I'm not so good with men
I wasn't good with you
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My home is a place that is no more;
It is fields where houses now grow
It was a ticking bomb, it is a living scar
It is all the things I want, and it is very far.
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Cut the closet open; let the screams run away
I don't know why it happened; I didn't want it that way
He rides pillows while he's calling our names
And the mother goose never knew anything
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then I would rather I'd left those investments
unmade and unconsidered
What is worse than a broken heart
except maybe a broken poem?
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I want my heart back
It was never mine to burn
I was scared that you loved me
When I couldn't love you in return
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You asked me once: What is your objection to tongues? And I
answered: I don't know.
You would say: It was far enough. I would say: It wasn't too
far. You would counter: It was farther than you wanted. You
lied to me. Why?
To this, I would tell you: It w
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I love how you can smack a girl's ass and feel completely
comfortable, totally entitled, but when I tell you that I'm
interested in women, too, not just men, then I've done
something wrong, and all you feel you have to say is 'too
much information'
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Will you resent me for my acceptance, for trying to take it
in stride, for
Trying to keep him a part of my picture, a part of my life?
Demon is a simplified word, it lets us off the hook so we
don't have to
Imagine
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אני זוכרת את השדה ואת האמפי. אני זוכרת את הכיתה ואת הדירה
שלך. אני זוכרת אותך בבוקר ובלילה. אני זוכרת אותך במכנסיים
אדומות כאילו-עור ובקוטונת עם גרבי צמר וחזיית הארגמן. אני
זוכרת אותך.
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ואפילו לקוות אני עושה בזהירות.
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And I'm scarred, and it's broken; been too long, but still
there
The scar tissue peeling away; there he stands
I draw and see the other penis, the only one I ever
Saw, different from this, and wrong; so wrong.
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אל הארכיון האישי (3 יצירות מאורכבות)
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החיים הם כמו
גלגל ענק לפעמים
אתה למעלה
לפעמים אתה למטה
ולפעמים אתה
נופל ומת. |
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