The Bell Jar

[aswaxsora]

They locked me in this
Bell Jar.
Tight, enclosed Space.
The glass is too tight now.

It's hard to breath.
No! Take her away from me.
No head,
No logic.
No Heart,
No Love.
One must die,
Her or I.

I am stuck in the Bell Jar
With Headless, Heartless,
Following me desperately.
Giving her, her Heart
I have left her body to rot.

No escape to the Jar
Or these Dreams.
I am trapped in this place.
I need freedom.

I've been here too long.
No longer having a head,
It's rotted, beheaded and lost.
I no longer have a Heart.
It's been eaten, spitted out, and thrown away.

This small Bell Jar has transformed into this small house.
He asked for the key.
I gave it to him
It was the only thing I had left to grasp.
I followed him like a
Dead Ghost.

He gave me my head.
I attached it back and walked away from him to the
Door.
The Exit.
Freedom.
I stabbed him to Death.
I must choose Logic over Feelings.

And I became her
Only to escape and
Leave this Bell Jar.


--

The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiography of Sylvia Plath's.

The Headless, Heartless women that follows you is from the game 'Which' by Mikeinel from deviantART. Any other questions?

 

[Gram]

i like this, its really good.

Sylvia Plath's.

i dotn know who that is.

 

[aswaxsora]

Well, maybe you should look her up!

 

[Gram]

haha yeah like i care who she is THAT much XD

 

[impart]

my friend loves her

I never felt like reading the book. sounds depressing.

 

[aswaxsora]

Yes, 'Gram, I know. You don't care about anything.

Meh, it's not too depressing. That is, until you get near the end, but the last page is really good.

 

[Gram]

Yes, 'Gram, I know. You don't care about anything.

well theres one thing COOKIES!

 

[aswaxsora]

I don't see how that needs to be in spoilers.

 

[Gram]

it doesnt ^_^

 

[king_mickey rule]

Good poem, I don't really know the lady you referred to but your poem gives me the feeling of being stuck in a corner and wanting to get out. The need for a change, for freedom is really in the poem. I like it, a strong (and real) meaning n.n

 

[aswaxsora]

Sigh, no one really does now Sylvia. Well, KMR I suggest you watch this and then tell me if it's being only stuck in a corner.

Hope that's the right one...

 

[king_mickey rule]

I watched it and yeah, I'm still having this feeling like being trapped etc. but the new thing I noticed now because of the vid is being chased in that closed off place. But that's my vision on it.

 

[aswaxsora]

Exactly. First, I'm being chased my her and then I become her. Creepy huh?

 

[king_mickey rule]

Exactly. First, I'm being chased my her and then I become her. Creepy huh?

Yes indeed, pretty dark. That's one deep poem you got there

 

[Orion]

I'm well aware of Sylvia Plath, got some good analyses of her poems done as well.

Not enough subtle man-hatred :3

 

[aswaxsora]

YES! One person, finally!

...Huh?

KMR- I typically write dark poetry.

 

[Orion]

In pretty much all of Plath's poems that I've read, there is always an underlying oppression by men - usually in the form of (or representing) Plath's father and/or husband - and rarely any kind of 'vengeance' or her getting back at them for treating her like shit.

 

[aswaxsora]

Damn it. It didn't post.

Ah, yes, I see. Well, I don't write like her(At least, I don't think so). I am not her. I am not married and my father is nice to me. I only write the words that spill out of me. See?