broodings

the death of a beautiful woman

i love this one ok

my mother says the poetry

that i utter is too morbid,

obsessed with death,

my father says that the poetry

that spills from my wrists

and pools on the floor,

like blood, is too gory

for a little girl to be writing,

my friends say that the poetry

that falls from my lips

is gross and overly bloody,

my girlfriend says that the poetry

i breathe is detrimental to my health

it's like a cigarette,

but edgar allen poe once said,

"the death of a beautiful

woman is unquestionably

the most poetical topic

in the world."

and i agree wholeheartedly,

for the poetry i write when i am

h    a    p  p  y, which is rarely,

is a mess, for it does not

resonate within souls, as it should,

it simply lies flat on our chests,

whereas the poetry i write when

i'm crying, almost dying,

the poetry i write about my death -

the death of a beautiful woman -

it echoes in our brains and our hearts,

it seeps into my every pore,

and i want to live it, breathe it,

tattoo it across every inch of my skin,

but if i did that, i would be happy,

and then i would write poetry no more.