Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!
Kiss of Def
Forever the sickest This is how I see myself A little bit cynical, always a miracle I learned early on, Depend on no one but yourself Call it a front, call it a shield Ain't no one but me stepping out on the field Life is but a dream, but loneliness is my reality Solitude / platitudes / gratitudes are such unreality Melodies and songs plow through my mind These are the things that are one of a kind They're not my own but they're on my breath Like the salty, sweet taste of my kiss of def
Up to Eleven
I haven't a song in my heart All I hear is the dull roar of broken dreams Pounding in my head, steam train It's a wonderful world of color Everything is in black & white Under-determined to keep moving forward Sailing off a cliff into oblivion I want freedom from the old ways Before the end days Splayed out, a corpse from fantasy Mercy, mercy me
Everyone is Equal, But Some Are More Equal Than Others
In death, we treat everyone the same Undeserved of the textbook definition of respect, in life. The ones we slurred for political opinions, judged harshly for the dead bedrooms, pitied the victims you stomped as you walked your Yellow Brick Road. Conversations drop an octave when the obituary is published. Truth benders erupt from the woodwork Praising the specters of a life well lived. Truly a life lived unwell, full stop. Death does not pass go. Make the scars they left remind you, Every day you live your life.
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