Anticlamactic Exhibit of a Prozac schoolgirl

I was so caught up with the book I was reading last night (The Virgin Suicide) to the extent that I actually felt goth. So I came up with a short poem that sort of pulls me down and makes me want to jump out of my window to fly and fall and thud, only that the place I was staying at is a bungalow dome. harhar.

Here…..

ANTICLAMACTIC EXHIBIT OF A PROZAC SCHOOLGIRL

                                                              by: Djai the little goth girl (huh?!)

Numinous green light
at the base of this
sanctuary where
weeping peonies
blossomed
and where
valium
clutched
in a red wrist
will soon scatter.

It feels like a
suicide attempt,
only emptier
and more goth.
A translucent image
of sheer prosaicness with
a mascara-bleeding
face.
But only hibernation
shall attune thy
subtle
beauty.
The hope for an
orchid wreath
remains
cladestine,
for there’s much to feed.

Much
to
feed.

****** errr….goosebumps. But it felt genuine. (Note: this is not a suicide note ha!!! I’m too hyper and corny to make an attempt. jejeje)

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"Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" by  The Beatles in their "Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band" album is one of their flower-power feel creation with a psychedelic appeal. Lucy sounds like a flower child and I dont know but, I feel like Lucy right now installed with a kaleidoscope eyes and with my head in the clouds. And soon will be gone. Yeah.

LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS
by: The Beatles

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you’re gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.

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*** And here’s something from Rivermaya that I’m crossing my fingers at na

sana

hindi sumikat!!! Dang it, 241 (not 214 ha) from "Between the Stars and Waves" album will most likely hit the no.1 spot in all radio/music Television stations SOOOON and THAT was supposed to be my ultimate secret, private, underground, cladestine love song!!!!! huhuhu… shit kayo. And da fuck, it almost killed me when I heard Heart Evangelista chirply saying in MYX na "it’s my favorite love song today: 241 by Rivermaya!!!" Fuck you, Heart.

HOMECOMING
by: Rivermaya

I get chills every morning
They make me strong
They make me strong

By the lamp by the table
Your clothes are gone
I’m all alone

While the sun is out to play
I look back and i just
Wait for you my love
Until the sun breaks free

I packed my bags for the journey
You said goodbye our last goodbye
When I’m gone will you miss me
I’m not letting go i don’t know

While the sun is out to play
I look back and i just
Wait for you my love
Just wait for you my love
Until the sun breaks free
Lover come home lover come home…

While the sun is out to play
I look back and i just
Say I can’t be wrong
Just say I can’t be wrong
It’s you I want to be with

Lover come home lover come home…

**** you’ll probably appreciate the lyrics more once you hear Rico Blanco’s melancholic voice.  And the cold peeeeyaaanooo. It used to stalk me till I dream…

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