If I would be a Ray Donovan-style celebrity advisor/ blackmail specialist my first suggestion to up-and-coming stars would be: burn your poetry! Burn it now!
Kristen Stewart, as always, decided to act against my (imaginated) advise.
Now I don’t know if this here poem by the actress is embarrassing, as she herself judges all too harshly. In general it might not be the best of ideas to share your innermost feelings with the public in verse-form. Then again it’s hardly a crime.
You can read the the Stewart's poem, which originated in her soul just after the Twilight Saga ended, below:
My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole
I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
…I’ll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.
And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He’s speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
And I’m drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine …
[Source: Marie Claire]