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A moth

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A moth

Ghost girl how damaged do I have to be?

Ghost girl, how broken do I need to be?

That's a tease not a literal speech

That's a joke, not serious words.

You do know I'm your only cockroach

You know I'm your only cockroach.

Oh my dear micka

Oh my dear Mika,

How and, I really despise hiding your name

I really hate hiding your name.

Dear Mika

Dear Mika,

I have my antenna caught underneath a crevice

My antenna is stuck under a crack.

An last time you promised to be the death of my murder

Last time, you promised to end my suffering.

An put a boot on my arch, so I pop like gunfire and leave the floor colored hell and my skull but dung lying lifeless.

You said you'd step on me, so I'd burst and leave a mess.

But I have no care

But I don't care.

I know reality keeps peace for the loved while I am tossed to unending moral despair, undeserving to die by your hand, so assigned to die within the sole of your foot.

I know reality is kind to the loved, while I am left in endless despair, not worthy to die by your hand, so destined to die under your foot.

Abrasively dragging my corpse on the stone

Dragging my body harshly on the ground,

Tear by tear each piece of me leaves me like a salesman declined a deal on wall Street.

Piece by piece, I fall apart like a failed deal on Wall Street.

But moth I am devout to you

But I am devoted to you, moth.

The moment I entered this room brimmed with dust big enough to fill rooms for days and has couches that are stained with various drips and substances from unknown origin

When I entered this dusty room, filled with stains from unknown things,

Your footwear is the perfect example rather buy a core for the statement I'm all of place but not even within it while parrots tweet the note of a horror film

Your shoes are a perfect example of my misplaced existence, while parrots sing horror film notes.

Your the shadow of loves darkest corner

You are the shadow in love's darkest corner.

Your the truth of da Vinci's mona Lisa

You are the truth of da Vinci's Mona Lisa,

The texture of purple behind starry skies

The purple texture behind starry skies,

With hair of a cultic flame

With hair like a cultic flame,

An a fruity tongue that drips melon

And a fruity tongue that drips melon,

That sweats purified spring water that has me obsessed with taste

Sweating pure spring water that I crave,

With eyes of a Greek goddess of pleasure

With eyes like a Greek goddess of pleasure.

I am your devout

I am devoted to you.

I long to set an altar to your name

I want to create an altar for you,

With your heavenly face penned to the windows

With your heavenly face on the windows,

Inked into the glass internally snatched into a broken clock systematically but a part of time

Etched into the glass, trapped in a broken clock, yet part of time.

You are an itch that pain can't get rid

You are an itch that pain can't remove,

A phantom that I long to be haunted by within the night

A ghost I want to haunt me at night,

A soul of portrait that watches in silence in day

A silent portrait watching by day.

I look up to your arrival as saviour

I await your arrival as a savior,

Even if your not always as cold as bodies of frozen ice

Even if you're not always as cold as ice,

An come to me as little as chance

And come to me rarely,

An ring the fire for me to cut open my chest

And ignite the fire for me to cut open my chest,

Hold the breath with my hand and feed you the only remain of my humanity

Hold my breath and give you my last humanity.

Pulse-pulses while it vomits blood by the second

My heart beats while it bleeds.

Queen am I your Paramount or should I kneel?

Queen, am I your main focus, or should I kneel?

Or is my strawberry tart too bland for your liking as this blackness consumes to the last sight?

Or is my offering too bland for you as darkness consumes?

Your voice more gentle

Your voice is gentler

Than a childish world

Than a child's world,

An more complex than a moving velvet shadow

And more complex than a moving shadow.

It's coke an a shiver to my soul

It's a shock to my soul.

When I said I'll hold my breath

When I said I'd hold my breath,

I meant I'll squeeze my lung

I meant I'd squeeze my lungs

An pull out my heart alive

And pull out my heart alive,

Traumatized by the attack and fibers snipping from my chest

Traumatized by the attack, fibers tearing from my chest,

With thoughts pleading to not carry on doing

With thoughts begging to stop.

I know even so it ends in your arms

I know it ends in your arms,

I'll likely never make it to your tongue

But I'll likely never reach your tongue.

Whenever your new face creeps with flaws

Whenever your new face shows flaws,

An colors with imperfections

And colors with imperfections,

An your brush and mascara pity you, ironically

And your makeup pities you, ironically,

Words of Sylvia Plath are an episode of mockfulsanity

Sylvia Plath's words are a mockery of sanity.

All the paint on every blemish and pimple

All the paint on every blemish and pimple,

Judged by the mirror

Judged by the mirror,

You blame the innocent glass for anxiety

You blame the glass for anxiety,

But I believe it's who you who's peeling of your face with nails and dips them to carve bone and flesh off

But I believe it's you peeling your face with nails, carving bone and flesh.

I wish, I do sincerely wish as if god would take away my calm heart and made them your thoughts so you will mo longer get enraged when anxious and be with peace on your own

I wish, I sincerely wish, as if God would take my calm heart and make them your thoughts, so you won't get angry when anxious and find peace alone.

Regardless I have heard you happy, seen you alive, you already have heart and I long to find a reason for you to use it

Regardless, I've heard you happy, seen you alive, you already have a heart, and I long to find a reason for you to use it.

Even though I count you as a moth

Even though I see you as a moth,

Metaphor descriptions of a ghost alive

Metaphorically a living ghost,

I'm the simplest reason

I'm the simplest reason.

I want you to be heaven's tits

I want you to be heaven's gift,

Am give up the delusion of this worth

And give up the illusion of worth.

I have truth but I am not making use of it

I have truth but don't use it.

I'll never be your saviour

I'll never be your savior.

I am a cockroach

I am a cockroach.

I cannot save a soul

I cannot save a soul.

Explanation

This poem is a deeply introspective and metaphorical exploration of unrequited love and self-identity. The speaker expresses a sense of devotion and longing towards a figure named Mika, who is depicted as both an ethereal and unattainable presence. The imagery of insects like moths and cockroaches symbolizes the speaker's feelings of insignificance and self-deprecation. The poem uses vivid and sometimes grotesque imagery to convey the emotional turmoil and despair experienced by the speaker. The references to famous artworks and historical figures, such as da Vinci's Mona Lisa and Greek goddesses, elevate the object of affection to an almost divine status, further emphasizing the speaker's feelings of inadequacy. The poem also touches on themes of existential despair, as the speaker grapples with their own worth and the futility of their devotion. Despite the dark and melancholic tone, there is a sense of yearning for connection and understanding, as the speaker wishes for the object of their affection to find peace and happiness.

Word Dictionary15

Word	In English	Plain (English)	Pron.
moth	a type of insect	an insect attracted to light, often used metaphorically	mawth
cockroach	a type of insect	an insect often associated with dirt and survival	kok-roach
crevice	a small crack	a narrow opening or crack	kreh-vis
despair	hopelessness	a state of no hope	dih-spair
devout	deeply devoted	showing deep religious feeling or commitment	dih-vowt
phantom	ghost	a ghostly figure	fan-tuhm
saviour	rescuer	one who saves from danger	say-vyer
paramount	most important	of greatest importance	pair-uh-mount
traumatized	deeply shocked	emotionally disturbed	traw-muh-tized
mockfulsanity	mocking sanity	a play on words suggesting mockery of sanity	mok-ful-san-i-tee
anxiety	worry	a feeling of worry or unease	ang-zai-uh-tee
carve	cut	to cut into a shape	kahrv
metaphor	symbol	a figure of speech comparing two unlike things	met-uh-for
delusion	false belief	a belief that is not true	dih-loo-zhuhn
soul	spirit	the spiritual part of a person	sohl

Poet & Context

Poet—

EraContemporary

The poet of this piece is unknown. The poem appears to be a contemporary work, possibly influenced by confessional poetry styles.

WhenUnknown

WhyThe poem seems to explore themes of unrequited love, self-deprecation, and existential despair. It uses vivid imagery and metaphor to convey a sense of longing and emotional turmoil.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

Unrequited LoveSelf-IdentityExistential Despair

Literary devices

Metaphor: The use of insects like moths and cockroaches to symbolize feelings of insignificance.Imagery: Vivid descriptions of grotesque and ethereal scenes to convey emotional turmoil.Allusion: References to da Vinci's Mona Lisa and Greek goddesses to elevate the object of affection.Personification: Giving human traits to abstract concepts like despair and anxiety.Symbolism: Use of insects and art to symbolize deeper emotional states.

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A moth

Original Poetry

Translation

A moth

Ghost girl how damaged do I have to be?

Ghost girl, how broken do I need to be?

That's a tease not a literal speech

That's a joke, not serious words.

You do know I'm your only cockroach

You know I'm your only cockroach.

Oh my dear micka

Oh my dear Mika,

How and, I really despise hiding your name

I really hate hiding your name.

Dear Mika

Dear Mika,

I have my antenna caught underneath a crevice

My antenna is stuck under a crack.

An last time you promised to be the death of my murder

Last time, you promised to end my suffering.

An put a boot on my arch, so I pop like gunfire and leave the floor colored hell and my skull but dung lying lifeless.

You said you'd step on me, so I'd burst and leave a mess.

But I have no care

But I don't care.

I know reality keeps peace for the loved while I am tossed to unending moral despair, undeserving to die by your hand, so assigned to die within the sole of your foot.

I know reality is kind to the loved, while I am left in endless despair, not worthy to die by your hand, so destined to die under your foot.

Abrasively dragging my corpse on the stone

Dragging my body harshly on the ground,

Tear by tear each piece of me leaves me like a salesman declined a deal on wall Street.

Piece by piece, I fall apart like a failed deal on Wall Street.

But moth I am devout to you

But I am devoted to you, moth.

The moment I entered this room brimmed with dust big enough to fill rooms for days and has couches that are stained with various drips and substances from unknown origin

When I entered this dusty room, filled with stains from unknown things,

Your footwear is the perfect example rather buy a core for the statement I'm all of place but not even within it while parrots tweet the note of a horror film

Your shoes are a perfect example of my misplaced existence, while parrots sing horror film notes.

Your the shadow of loves darkest corner

You are the shadow in love's darkest corner.

Your the truth of da Vinci's mona Lisa

You are the truth of da Vinci's Mona Lisa,

The texture of purple behind starry skies

The purple texture behind starry skies,

With hair of a cultic flame

With hair like a cultic flame,

An a fruity tongue that drips melon

And a fruity tongue that drips melon,

That sweats purified spring water that has me obsessed with taste

Sweating pure spring water that I crave,

With eyes of a Greek goddess of pleasure

With eyes like a Greek goddess of pleasure.

I am your devout

I am devoted to you.

I long to set an altar to your name

I want to create an altar for you,

With your heavenly face penned to the windows

With your heavenly face on the windows,

Inked into the glass internally snatched into a broken clock systematically but a part of time

Etched into the glass, trapped in a broken clock, yet part of time.

You are an itch that pain can't get rid

You are an itch that pain can't remove,

A phantom that I long to be haunted by within the night

A ghost I want to haunt me at night,

A soul of portrait that watches in silence in day

A silent portrait watching by day.

I look up to your arrival as saviour

I await your arrival as a savior,

Even if your not always as cold as bodies of frozen ice

Even if you're not always as cold as ice,

An come to me as little as chance

And come to me rarely,

An ring the fire for me to cut open my chest

And ignite the fire for me to cut open my chest,

Hold the breath with my hand and feed you the only remain of my humanity

Hold my breath and give you my last humanity.

Pulse-pulses while it vomits blood by the second

My heart beats while it bleeds.

Queen am I your Paramount or should I kneel?

Queen, am I your main focus, or should I kneel?

Or is my strawberry tart too bland for your liking as this blackness consumes to the last sight?

Or is my offering too bland for you as darkness consumes?

Your voice more gentle

Your voice is gentler

Than a childish world

Than a child's world,

An more complex than a moving velvet shadow

And more complex than a moving shadow.

It's coke an a shiver to my soul

It's a shock to my soul.

When I said I'll hold my breath

When I said I'd hold my breath,

I meant I'll squeeze my lung

I meant I'd squeeze my lungs

An pull out my heart alive

And pull out my heart alive,

Traumatized by the attack and fibers snipping from my chest

Traumatized by the attack, fibers tearing from my chest,

With thoughts pleading to not carry on doing

With thoughts begging to stop.

I know even so it ends in your arms

I know it ends in your arms,

I'll likely never make it to your tongue

But I'll likely never reach your tongue.

Whenever your new face creeps with flaws

Whenever your new face shows flaws,

An colors with imperfections

And colors with imperfections,

An your brush and mascara pity you, ironically

And your makeup pities you, ironically,

Words of Sylvia Plath are an episode of mockfulsanity

Sylvia Plath's words are a mockery of sanity.

All the paint on every blemish and pimple

All the paint on every blemish and pimple,

Judged by the mirror

Judged by the mirror,

You blame the innocent glass for anxiety

You blame the glass for anxiety,

But I believe it's who you who's peeling of your face with nails and dips them to carve bone and flesh off

But I believe it's you peeling your face with nails, carving bone and flesh.

I wish, I do sincerely wish as if god would take away my calm heart and made them your thoughts so you will mo longer get enraged when anxious and be with peace on your own

I wish, I sincerely wish, as if God would take my calm heart and make them your thoughts, so you won't get angry when anxious and find peace alone.

Regardless I have heard you happy, seen you alive, you already have heart and I long to find a reason for you to use it

Regardless, I've heard you happy, seen you alive, you already have a heart, and I long to find a reason for you to use it.

Even though I count you as a moth

Even though I see you as a moth,

Metaphor descriptions of a ghost alive

Metaphorically a living ghost,

I'm the simplest reason

I'm the simplest reason.

I want you to be heaven's tits

I want you to be heaven's gift,

Am give up the delusion of this worth

And give up the illusion of worth.

I have truth but I am not making use of it

I have truth but don't use it.

I'll never be your saviour

I'll never be your savior.

I am a cockroach

I am a cockroach.

I cannot save a soul

I cannot save a soul.

Explanation

Word Dictionary15

Word	In English	Plain (English)	Pron.
moth	a type of insect	an insect attracted to light, often used metaphorically	mawth
cockroach	a type of insect	an insect often associated with dirt and survival	kok-roach
crevice	a small crack	a narrow opening or crack	kreh-vis
despair	hopelessness	a state of no hope	dih-spair
devout	deeply devoted	showing deep religious feeling or commitment	dih-vowt
phantom	ghost	a ghostly figure	fan-tuhm
saviour	rescuer	one who saves from danger	say-vyer
paramount	most important	of greatest importance	pair-uh-mount
traumatized	deeply shocked	emotionally disturbed	traw-muh-tized
mockfulsanity	mocking sanity	a play on words suggesting mockery of sanity	mok-ful-san-i-tee
anxiety	worry	a feeling of worry or unease	ang-zai-uh-tee
carve	cut	to cut into a shape	kahrv
metaphor	symbol	a figure of speech comparing two unlike things	met-uh-for
delusion	false belief	a belief that is not true	dih-loo-zhuhn
soul	spirit	the spiritual part of a person	sohl

Poet & Context

Poet—

EraContemporary

The poet of this piece is unknown. The poem appears to be a contemporary work, possibly influenced by confessional poetry styles.

WhenUnknown

WhyThe poem seems to explore themes of unrequited love, self-deprecation, and existential despair. It uses vivid imagery and metaphor to convey a sense of longing and emotional turmoil.

FormFree verse

Themes & More

Themes

Unrequited LoveSelf-IdentityExistential Despair

Literary devices