Ode to the Suicidal

[Laura]

and she spreads her arms like wings and pretends to fly
down to earth, down to gravel pavement with sand in her eyes
she flies,
she'll fly
she'll die this way

her arms are full of scratches
inside of her elbow always bandaged
if she's going to be a heroine
there's no better way than this

her eyes are blood shot
and she'll forget it all tomorrow

nothing compares to this high she loves to feel as she flies
blushing her way through crowded streets of beautiful people
all perfect in their non-addicting ways
she flies,
she'll fly,
and she'll die this way

to the people with the bloody noses
handful of kleenexes
torn sheets and their skidded knees
all full of lies and painful back stories
to all the people with broken hearts
from dried plastercine to hookless dreams

she flies,
and she'll fly
it's no surprise
she'll die this way.

[thecrazybeautiful]

"her eyes are blood shot
and she'll forget it all tomorrow

nothing compares to this high she loves to feel as she flies
blushing her way through crowded streets of beautiful people
all perfect in their non-addicting ways"

My favorite part

I liked this. It reminds me of a dream my dad has alot. He dreams that he can jump so high up in the air it feels like he's flying... And he's always saying how he's so afraid that he's going to fall, and it wont be a dream anymore... Yeah, it reminds me of that in a... strange way.

[Absinthe]

"she flies,
she'll fly,
and she'll die this way"


......I love the use of these three lines throughout. It definitely concretes the message. I liked this and it actually kind of reminds me of Kate Chopin's The Awakening. Edna Pontellier dreams of "flying" and finally, in essence, gets her wish.......great job.