Tuesday, September 22, 2009

some vitamin c in the morning

i stay away from bagels
english muffins dont stick to your thighs or make you fat
the way mothers stick on your back telling you this and that
or ex boyfriends sticking to you like hot glue, never letting go
the girl that hurt you sticks to your heart, you didnt know she could stoop so low

its not the good stick you feel when you hug a tree
and the sap wont come off
until you've washed your hands with olive oil
or your hands drenched in honey
just waiting for the water to boil
its not the sticky feeling you get while dancing
because its cold outside and you are warm
or when a stranger calls you beautiful
recognising your not the norm

bagels stick to your thighs
like the image of your naked body in the mirror
loose and flabby
this reoccuring night terror
akward in all the wrong places
but its ok there is a solution
stop eating bagels
do not fear
eat english muffins for a year
and everything will be just fine
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5 comments:

  1. gabrielaSeptember 23, 2009 at 3:51 PM

    mmm bagels
    mmmmm english muffins
    mmmmmmm i love this poem so much.
    I really like the title as well I like its abstractness =]

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  2. deenaSeptember 23, 2009 at 6:20 PM

    wow i really have to edit that lol my first attempt at a rhyming poem ever! 1st period close my eyes hope for the best now i see errors. but thanks for commenting

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  3. JERSEY COW GIRLSeptember 27, 2009 at 5:21 PM

    wow..this poem really makes me want some bagels and english muffins...love the poem! :]

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  4. EricaOctober 4, 2009 at 4:16 PM

    Hi deen,

    ok seriously lets talk about bloggin. .

    the last lines. im in love with it sticks to the reader like wait, should the narrator be justifying not eating bagels. Everything is not ok, its unsettling and its a cliffhanger the entire middle part about hugging trees washing off sap and hot water and honey, its so endearing that makes the narrator personable, it is like establishing a relationship with the audience that i really like. Which adds to the last two lines because at that point as a reader you feel connected already from the previous text that you want to scream no, drop the stupid materialistic english muffin there is more to life and you know it! but you cant say it because you cant yell at words, and thats whats unsettling intriguing and lovely. This is just great.

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  5. bellaOctober 5, 2009 at 3:47 PM

    great poem. i'm not sure why, but i really like this line: "never letting go
    the girl that hurt you sticks to your heart, you didnt know she could stoop so low"

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