A Product of Number Two-Five-Four

By Priscilla

 

 

 

What fond thoughts occur today, Miss Dickinson

As you approach a grisly fate with arms outstretched,

I sit in your house, ignored and desolate.

Here I am,

Conversing with George Sand.

(She should take off her cravat, she’s not fooling anyone.)

 

Do webs and dust amuse you?

Do they alone impress you to write of hope and eternity?

Do you read to them? You have yet to read to me, Miss Dickinson.

 

I see you, Emily.

Picking the flowers, ignoring the children who

throw stones at City Hall,

screaming for sanctuary.

And free verse.

 

But every thing with feathers comes a sacrifice.

And as I watch you, Miss Dickinson, regain composure,

The coroner uncovers the bones.

A stone falls out of one hand,

free verse out of another.

 

You could be the next child to see Cerberus.

You taught me, Miss Dickinson.

I found hope.

 

I am a product of number two-five-four.

 

I see you, Miss Dickinson, and I don’t blame you…

for wanting it this way.

Watching this movie, I was deeply entertained. Scarlet was an excellent Mary Boleyn, and of course pathos was developed. Eric Bana was a very good Henry, though he reminded me of more a or less a puppet, different from how I studied the pompous and deliberate man from history.

This movie gave life to figures that I have studied for a few years now. I had given them personalities way before this, and now that I see it on screen, I am satisfied. They are similar. But what if they weren't?

Would my studies have no point?

I shudder at the thought.

Socially I am an easy going person. However, Internally I am type A. This is heavily argued with my friends.

I write bad poetry to calm myself down. Not anything obsene, I assure you. But BAD poetry. Just plain awful. Some sound good. But they all must be dubbed bad.

In blogs I don't like large pieces. They show too much personality. And my personality is something my Type A counterpart is scared of showing. Not because of rejection. No, because of confrontation. Thus, I leave it to Funtrivia to analyze me with dexterity and compassion.

 

Under the moonlit night of the hellish glare

I ignore the tempting, frightful stare.

The ghoulish figure I once called death

Turns into my own worst fear; it steals me breath

This green and dying and hateful troll

Steals my trust, rots my soul

This however is a plaque

Of all the things this world lacks

The good, the hope, the chance of health

Is dismounted by the search for wealth

The root of all treacherous things

And yet we don’t comprehend what hate brings

This hellish creature that haunts my dreams

And cuts my happiness at the seams

Is not the death id once omened

It’s my own image, It’s me condemned.

Actually I am grown up. But I remember telling IndieQueen this. Just a funny memory. I wonder where she's gone now. If someone knows I'd love you to tell me. But I've been away because of the illness, combined with my grandfather's death, I didn't think I could be the social butterfly around here that kells40 once called me. Now I go on the chatboards, and none of the same people are there. It's very depressing for them to think I'm new, but that's life. I guess in some way I am starting over.

By the way, Terry, if you're reading this at all, I was wondering if I could be considered for a mod position? If not, that's fine.

Im trying to get into university now. My choices are Wilfred Laurier, Carleton, and Windsor. I want to go in for history. Yes, a history teacher. So all children can hate me. Actually I hope to find a new and innovative way to catch a child's attention so they actually like to learn. I will refer this site. Most definately. My other teachables could be English, Religion, or Drama. I'm sure you can tell if you've ever read a blog of mine before these are my favourite subjects.

That's the only explanation for the loss of my black and white polka-dot dress. I tried it on yesterday, took it off, and put it next to my black and green striped dress. Now it's gone. The other dress is there, happy as a clam. I need to wear that dress to my aunt's wedding shower tomorrow. Wish me luck on yet another endeavour. I bought the shoes, the chanel purse, everything around that dress. Aw well.

I'm going to Jamaica on October 23 to the 30th for the wedding. I'm pretty excited.