Digging Up the Past

August 8, 2005
©Rachel C

Frivolous and monotonic
I spread my insight
across the virtual pages
of the Microsoft revolution.
I want to be laid,
imbedded into someone else's clichés.
I'm so busy poking my
overdone symbolism with the prongs
of my metaphorical fork,
I've become another child abused
by the internal tick of a raising
gone Chaotic.

I've raised myself into a form
of fictional deities and internal
narrative.
I am a sad day kind of girl,
who giggles at the melancholic
because it makes a good plot.

No one ever wanted a story without
drama. No one ever wanted a life
without fulfillment. And this shitty re-
presentation is a "Cold Hard Bitch"
of a thing to do,
but someday I'll get a good
novel out of this;
someday I'll stop writing my life,
because I'll realize what I've got down
was never realistic anyway.

August 8, 2005
Author's Note: I found this, I thought I'd bring it up again.
The original, if you will.