#poemsintheattic

[brokenbonespoetry-blog]

“I loved you when I hated everything on this earth. You kept me balanced when it felt like gravity was failing me. I remember living in darkness for what seemed to feel like entireties until I met you and all of a sudden there was light all around me. You were my missing piece, when I had you I felt complete but since you’ve left it’s like you took all my other pieces with you because I feel like I have nothing.”

An expert from a love that broke me

[burntpaperflowers]

April 30: Burnt Paper Flowers

False dolls play pretend

a silent scream ing hatefulness

dark and bleak and haunted

sour words bitter in my mouth

unpleasant, untouched

I hoped for bright fire

fire burned the paper book

tear the page to piece s

Andrews, V.C., Flowers in the Attic, New York: Gallery Books, 1979. Print. Pg 17-18, 281-284, 295-296, 337

[surroundedbyroses]

their faces

were

kind

they

keep eating

roses

and

citrus

peaches and grapes

[ialreadyhateyourbabies-blog]

April 6: Alternate Plot Summary for Flowers in the Attic

***

she hustled us

It was lit.

***

Erasure poem by Sara Adams from Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews. Pocket Books, 1979, page 43.

[inecstaticmotionx2]

On Earth

Just as the sun disappears at night

The life of a hopeless soul ends, but the life of a voiceless baby begins.

Does each star represent life and death?

Lets crescent you like the moon at noon.

- Srosh Khan

[earlybellidling]

doll # 28

I applied

marriage

to

welts

tender

gentle maelstrom

asking

permission.

I wanted

blood

in

my glass

of

white worms.

[Erasure poem.  Source text: Andrews, V.C. Flowers in the Attic, pg. 87. Pocket Books, 1979]

[journaldesfleurs-blog]

April 1, 1979

Dear Diary,

I will hide, and I will pray

I hope.

Found poem from V. C. Andrews' Flowers in the Attic, The Prologue.

[shanlizpoeming-blog]

[Found poem. Source material: Andrews, V. C.. Flowers in the Attic. New York: Gallery Books, 2014. 161. Print.]

[windowsunshine]

April 09, 2019: [untitled hagiography of a saint tossed overboard]

a martyr drowning

unable to take it all back

whirled about

in the purple.

some idiot.

Then, again, suppose.

Found poem/erasure. Source text: p. 301-303, Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews (New York: Pocket, 1979. Print.) Note: Original pseudo-title, not from source text.

[kindramcd]

Litany

Thought and thought my mother my mother to give never given she gave would treat she treated she saw she got she choked

she never know why jealous cruel how wrong I was I’ll learn I’ll learn I’ll be good

(Day 20 – Flowers in the Attic – page 105)

[brokenbonespoetry-blog]

I’ve wanted to end my life for some years now, since I was eleven. I’ve wrote at least 30 suicide notes apologizing for taking my own life only to never take it because I’m terrified of what it would do to others, but the same people I’m terrified of hurting are the ones who make me feel this way. I’m fighting to stay alive for the people who make me want to die the most.

An expert from a life that killed me

[burntpaperflowers]

April 5: Docile

patience, patience

what was left?

I already sacrificed the world

Andrews, V.C., Flowers in the Attic, New York: Gallery Books, 1979. Print. Pg 119.

[surroundedbyroses]

her eyes

carried

the spring

as if

the

longest day

had

quietly

held out his arms

[ialreadyhateyourbabies-blog]

April 5: Spider Rats

*** 

with admiring eyes, I said in disgust, you don’t call for what isn’t there.” ! ! spider rats hung from his ass corners *** 

Erasure poem by Sara Adams from Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews. Pocket Books, 1979, page 69.

[inecstaticmotionx2]

A win for her

She’s deceptive but truthful.

She’s honest yet a compulsive liar.

She’s brutal, but a jewel to be rubbed on.

She’s preceding yet bleeding.

She’s suceeding.

- Srosh Khan

[antitheticflowers]

April 3: I Didn’t Slip Away

I lumbered

toward the light,

didn’t want to

miss that rich splendor

...and I didn’t

look backward.

Process: Erasure

Source: Andrews, V.C. Flowers in the Attic. New York: New York, 2014. Pg. 36-37. Print.