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Portrait

June 27, 2010
By ChristinaCeleste BRONZE, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
ChristinaCeleste BRONZE, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Out of the ash,
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air." -Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus


I am too much for me;
I crown myself in moment’s pearls
I hear your thoughts, I guarantee
I see my shrapnel carve the breeze
I want to send my cavalry!
I am too much for me.

Like a pungent steam
I feel my success wane and wax,
And I touch keys, keys, keys.
Once or twice I’ve managed it;
To bloom in back flipping deities
I am too much for me.

And my moon,
A witch’s lock of hair
And I begin to stare
Saturn starts to glare;
And south tears my galaxies,
For I am too much for me.


The author's comments:
This is another piece of confession poetry that is supposed to be a self portrait in words.

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