Suicide Girls

May 10, 2008 at 10:45 AM
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Suicide Girls

The suicide girls are bitter

as mandrake roots

sunk into the earth

They show you their scars

small reverences

permanent bird tracks

in the soils, deserts

and snows of their skins

their glorious skins

Yank them into the sun

and they may scream

ungodly howl at you

Sit with them

in the dun earthen grave

these dear Persphones

and they will show you

their jewels

share their bone secrets

and grow slowly up

aching

to the light

Lucy Simpson

Seattle

5/2008

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is this about suicide girls the website with tattoo chicks? or the suicide club movie? i was confused than again i'm a blonde...

candy

hm very depressing

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the last stanza is wonderful!

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I love this. Though I believe in some cases the converse may be true: that some girls expedite their growth and create a new light that others will aspire to. Unfortunately, the fact is, most are not intellectually and emotionally bright enough to survive a movement/ideology such as social-suicide. Even less are able to leverage these ideologies when commercialism is holding the wheel and sex is fueling the vehicle. Sigh.

Sad poem, suicide is never the answer to any problem or feeling. Teens go through some rough emotional changes from about 13- 19 years old.

hey Candy.

I wrote this after an intense workshop I did with middle school girls. It is about some of them. It is about how I need to teach them and be there for them and let them teach me. It really is a guide to helping the girls, who descend into the grave.

I've seen the Suicide Girls website. This is way different.

Lucy

I'm really glad I'm there for a few of them right now. Right time. Right place.

Lucy

the end is about ressurection It is about growth these girls make it out

Lucy

Lucy replied to LaidOutInLavender’s comment:
May 11, 2008
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thankss Lavender I'm keen on hope

Lucy

Lucy replied to Michelley-Shell’s comment:
May 11, 2008
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I think both can be true. These girls are bright and still depressed some of them.

I wasn't suicidal, because my dad killed himself and I knew it to be the most selfish act. I felt depression, but suicide was never an option when I was a teen. When you see it up close, it loses all its glamor. Death is fairly ugly and uncomfortable. A bad death brings no peace. no final thought or feel of rest.

My sis-in-law tried to off herself and came to that conclusion.

Thanks Michelle. Your insights are really correct about how suicide can seem hip. It was at my highschool, as was anorexia.

Lucy