Paper Houses ~ #poetry by @Tashtoo
Quiet...so quiet
Every sticky, shaky, trembling footstep
ricochets off the walls that have confined me
somewhere inside me
for so long.
I did as I was told
Wore the mask you made for me
the outfits, the heels and hose
lord knows
I tried
Knowing I was long gone
forever broken
you taped my wing
gave me songs to sing
but always in a voice not my own
How long did you think this would last? Could last?
A paper doll, in a paper castle
always within arms reach of a matchbook solution
and a dream to see the world burn?
You never listened to my dreams
So now here we stand...
well...I stand
Doubtful you'll be rising.
This lie has held me too confined
proper english, spoken with a proper tongue
a fabricated past
forgotten only when you needed the me
you could never show the world...
An underestimation of my strength
a disregard for my will
Always taking...
Blood and bruises
in exchange for existence within your web
Regular unleaded, blue bic
knife slips
echoing off the marble floor
I never wanted but paid for
through every costume
I close the door behind me
Custom made for your paper life
this paper wife knows to run
this paper life...done
though not for lack of trying....
My pen has been all but sputtering lately, meaning I've turned to my paint and crayons...but still, there was no way I was missing OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets...just another example of how the pub keeps me going!
For those of you who are interested, I've been nominated for author of the year over at Muse in the Valley...only takes a few seconds to cast your vote...for me or any one of the fantastic authors who are featured.
And yes...the shorty awards are still rolling along. Would be awesome to see Poet recognized as an official category...and like every thing else in this world...it seems numbers are the only way that would happen...so, if you're active in the twitterverse, you can toss me a vote here.
AND...as we head into final edits on my upcoming release, just wanted make mention "Pulse" will go on presale February 15th...because, you know, we are going to be just swamped with orders (sarcasm? Me?) If you did want to reserve a copy...you know when you can. :)
I think that covers the blatant self-promo for this week ;)
Happy OpenLinkNight all! We'll see you at the pub!
Every sticky, shaky, trembling footstep
ricochets off the walls that have confined me
somewhere inside me
for so long.
I did as I was told
Wore the mask you made for me
the outfits, the heels and hose
lord knows
I tried
Knowing I was long gone
forever broken
you taped my wing
gave me songs to sing
but always in a voice not my own
How long did you think this would last? Could last?
A paper doll, in a paper castle
always within arms reach of a matchbook solution
and a dream to see the world burn?
You never listened to my dreams
So now here we stand...
well...I stand
Doubtful you'll be rising.
This lie has held me too confined
proper english, spoken with a proper tongue
a fabricated past
forgotten only when you needed the me
you could never show the world...
An underestimation of my strength
a disregard for my will
Always taking...
Blood and bruises
in exchange for existence within your web
Regular unleaded, blue bic
knife slips
echoing off the marble floor
I never wanted but paid for
through every costume
I close the door behind me
Custom made for your paper life
this paper wife knows to run
this paper life...done
though not for lack of trying....
My pen has been all but sputtering lately, meaning I've turned to my paint and crayons...but still, there was no way I was missing OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets...just another example of how the pub keeps me going!
For those of you who are interested, I've been nominated for author of the year over at Muse in the Valley...only takes a few seconds to cast your vote...for me or any one of the fantastic authors who are featured.
And yes...the shorty awards are still rolling along. Would be awesome to see Poet recognized as an official category...and like every thing else in this world...it seems numbers are the only way that would happen...so, if you're active in the twitterverse, you can toss me a vote here.
AND...as we head into final edits on my upcoming release, just wanted make mention "Pulse" will go on presale February 15th...because, you know, we are going to be just swamped with orders (sarcasm? Me?) If you did want to reserve a copy...you know when you can. :)
I think that covers the blatant self-promo for this week ;)
Happy OpenLinkNight all! We'll see you at the pub!
Comments
always within arms reach of a matchbook solution
and a dream to see the world burn?
dang tash....those lines carry the weight of this for me....ugh...you capture the feel well....kind of a Misery feel....how she 'cared' for him, but really...
congrats on the author of the year...woot! and horray on pulse too!
Custom made for your paper life
this paper wife knows to run
this paper life...done
I would have to say this is one of the better closing stanzas I have read...very good poem.
my mind sprung to bureaucracy - that'd make a bad house...of paper...and ink
A very deep and broad poem to me. Excellent. And Progressive in so many ways.
Lady Nyo
Custom made for your paper life
this paper wife knows to run
this paper life...done
though not for lack of trying...."
Unbelievable ending, Tash! Heavy piece. Congrats on all the accolades, much deserved!
p.s. voted for you over at Valley....
Gene
Your words spoke so much to me here. Abuse is one of the hardest challenges whether its physical, mentally or... Well lets just say every kind.
But sometimes, from those matchstick box dreams, we building mountains to climb to victory.
Good luck with all the goings on--Congrats on Pulse.
k.
"Knowing I was long gone
forever broken
you taped my wing
gave me songs to sing
but always in a voice not my own"
lovely string, ~ Rose
I'll be checking into the new release too. Hoping it's a bestseller!
Fn perfect
"Always taking...
Blood and bruises
in exchange for existence within your web.."
..is a highlight, but not for joy, rather celebration of a poet's deepest soulful thoughts, yours, Natasha Head, yours.
Congratulations on author of the year!
Perfectly done, and congratulations on the nom to boot!
esp liked, as imagery used,
"Wore the mask you made for me
the outfits, the heels and hose"
and the taped wing image
best wishes young lady ;-)