Monday, 09 March 2009
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Written in college...
JANE
(JANE 1)
Jane sits in front of her mirror
And gazes at her pale dark face.
Some may say that is impossible,
But then they meet Jane,
And they see that face...
Somehow, light and dark all at once.
Even smiling,
Some sort of pain lurks behind her eyes,
And that hurt darkens her whole being,
Until her pale skin seems almost dim.
And -- at times --
She absolutely glows ...
Nothing but love spilling from her eyes.
She plays with make-up weapons
But does not change herself.
Thick eye liner
Silver eyelids
Burgundy -- full -- lips
She sighs and tries
To make herself sparkle with glitter.
Maybe if she reflects all the light,
No one will notice the blackness,
But everyone sees Jane is dark.
Some people say Jane is Death --
Walking and talking
And holding Life's hand.
Life and Death locked in an embrace.
Life and Death made love
And then came Jane
Who walks through this world
As a dark spot in a star.
Somehow, she became a supernova,
And the whole world turns to notice.
Jane keeps flying higher,
Dropping moondust on our heads
And reflecting rays of sunshine.
Life and Death are one in her,
And she knows that she is different.
Sharp eyes pierce you,
And you'll either fall in love
Or walk away afraid --
So then you hate.
There is no inbetween for Life and Death.
She is both.
She lives and she will die.
She's alive and she is dead.
Somehow, she became
An impossible lover to tame.
Life and Death made love,
And then came Jane.
HT
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