Vendetta
I don't want to be myself
I can't stand who I see,
where is the Vicious one?
I tried to love myself
but flaws bite me like fleas,
I itch,
I gnaw,
I tried to forget
and the dead memories
come like a flood,
the ink is The Blood,
my cup runneth over
while I'm being eaten alive,
by the muses,
the pain,
the memories,
the jealousies,
the empty tombs of poems
risen again -
I am both my own Judas
and poster child for Catholic dogma.
© Lisa Vicious
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Interview Question:
Who are your favorite writers/poets?
Lisa:
I suppose this could include influences. I don’t have many favourite poets who are, for the sake of discussion, actual poets; most are musicians. I am in love with Patti Smith and Bukowski, Otep Shamaya, and Corey Taylor. Charles Baudelaire is a favourite too.
Vicious Inspiration © Jen Pezzo
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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I like the honest reflections in these poems. Even though they seem dark they are also hopeful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa..
Thank you. Without darkness there can be no light and that's where I aspire to be.
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who loves a poet who places self in the poem
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