"a pretty face may last a year or two but pretty soon they’ll see what you can do the sound you make is muzak to my ears you must have learned something all those years how do you sleep? how do you sleep at night?”
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August 5th it’ll be 48 years since Marilyn Monroe died. So crazy. I just found some of her poetry, which I didn’t even know she wrote, but it’s really good. Very insightful and is still relatable more than 50 years later. She only wrote a few, so I’m going to post them. Some are really dark.
Help help Help I feel life coming closer When all I want to do is die
O, Time Be Kind Help this weary being To forget what is sad to remember Lose my loneliness, Ease my mind, While you eat my flesh.
I could have loved you once and even said it But you went away, When you came back it was too late And love was a forgotten word. Remember?
From time to time I make it rhyme but don’t hold that kind of thing against me- Oh well, what the hell, so it won’t sell. What I want to tell- is what’s on my mind: 'taint Dishes, 'taint Wishes, it’s thoughts flinging by before I die- and to think in ink.
Life, I am of both your directions Existing more with the cold frost Strong as a cobweb in the wind Hanging downward the most Somehow remaining Those beaded rays have the colors I’ve seen in paintings—ah life They have cheated you Thinner than a cobwebs’s thread Sheerer than any- But it did attach itself And held fast in strong winds And singed by the leaping hot fires Life-of which at singular times I am both of your directions- Somehow I remain hanging downward the most As both of your directions pull me.
To the weeping willow I stood beneath your limbs and you flowered and finally clung to me and when the wind struck….the earth and sand—you clung to me.
I left my home of green rough wood, A blue velvet couch. I dream till now A shiny dark brush Just left of the door. Down the walk Clickity clock As my doll in her carriage Went over the cracks- "We’ll go far away."
Don’t cry my doll Don’t cry I hold you and rock you to sleep Hush hush I’m pretending now I’m not your mother who died
Good nite Sleep and sweet repose Where ever you lay your head- I hope you find your nose