Egg aka the suicide blonde

Why does that suicide blonde always look so...suicidal? Those eyes kept down, they look like they are trying to be strong, trying to papermache over her secrets even though its obvious. They are spilling out of her. Her crazy messy hair pilled around her face, trying to hide her shame. Why is she so sad? Why does suicide blonde walk around on her own, strut as if she feels tall inside? The girl with the pale skin with veins that score her journy through life. The roads she is to travel. Why does this girl hide behind her quirky smiles and kinky one liners? Who is she? Does anyone know? Because i'd like to tell her, she's a fake. And to anyone else, beware of the suicide blonde with the eyes that spell pain in spirals, she is trouble.

The ipod is her oxygen, she breathes in the music and blocks out the sound of life around her. Her eyes are glued to the floor, craves invisibility when she is not being talked to. Leaks her pain onto the internet for the world to read annonymously with identity. False as her life. Why i ask is she so strange. Does she live in a box. I think so. A box made from carboard with painted flowers on the side. Painted with the blood from when she picks the scabs of her heart.

She is like an Egg. Hard as a nut on the outside, all the same, blends in or so she hopes. However one small crack and she plops out. The diferent parts of her. Her heart and her soul. If you are really forceful her heart will break too and will bleed the yoke of her Egg. One thin layer i compare to her armour. Small and hard. These days however she has boiled herself so much that when you drop her, her inside will not break. Or spill. Or bleed. It is just dead and lifeless inside.

Suicide blonde is killing herself inside out with her depressive nature. And with no one noticing the shell she has created around her, she will continue doing so.It is all she know how now. Its a one way track. Shes lost and cant go back.

Any need ? *Cabbage

Egg. A familiar sense of foreboding swept across her today. Wondering the deserted beaches jammed with bodies, but still alone in the desolate shell. All she needed was that smile, to hear that smooth erotic voice, that look, that touch to make her day. But no. Egg. In the same place she was before, on the same coast with another vegetable. This time is Coliflower her *Cabbage?? She thinks so.

That brush of his hand will sweep 'coss my cheek

to wipe past the tears of departure

and the vexation that bubbles from the deep of my soul

will show me my possible future

that coli for sure is my cabbage i know

and his grasp i will wait in the sun or the snow

he cant assume i will wait here for ever

but i know i would if we would be together.

*Cabbage = an Edward. True love. Can't live without. Separation brings longing and pain in the abdomen.

Break the mould??

The little white Egg sitting up in her tree, could see the world for miles, see all she would ever see. In a world like Egg's, your captivated, your trapped with the anchovies, unless you break free. You must crack the linning, break the mould and see for yourself if theres more to the world. If i was Egg, i'd know just what to do, i would call up my couliflower and Nit and Flea, to see if they wanted to come and join me. We would bring the sunshine and sea in a cup so that whereever we went, we knew we were home. From west coast to East coast the trek it is long, but the company we would share would be better than alone.

I am Egg. Or an Egg of sorts, we share the same interests and live the same life. So maybe i am Egg. Will i ever break my mould?

With my hand holding his

and his holding mine

we walk through the pannels

that each divid time

i'm looking at mirrors

where the walls are all black

and i see what i've done

dont want to look back

i shiver and see

im cold and alone

and the hand i was holding

ive noticed is gone

the cold comes a sweeping

my hair whips my face

i feel that im weeping

look down in disgrace

Egg he would call

looking up with glee

to see his brown eyes

searching for me

i'm lost in the void

where the walls are all black

but with the touch off his hand

i am brought back