Speaking with Marie Claire, Kristen Stewart opened up about her "embarrassing" poetry.
"I like being able to hit on something, like, 'There it is.' I don't want to sound so fucking utterly pretentious … but after I write something, I go, 'Holy fuck, that's crazy,'" Stewart said of her prose. "It's the same thing with acting: If I do a good scene, I'm always like, 'Whoa, that's really dope.'"
To me, that's just cray. But to each his or her own verbiage.
Still, it got us to thinking - what did you think of Stewart's poem? Like, how did it make your insides feel? We want to know. And we're willing to shell out some K-Stew goods for the person that writes the most heartfelt poem, essay, fan fiction, or post on Moviepilot.
What's in it for you?
Well, we're selecting one winner to receive the following prizes:
The classic 2012 indie title On the Road on DVD:
And the last book Kristen Stewart read, Henry Miller's "Sexus":
In case you missed the poem, here it is in its entirety:
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 the 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 took down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
(via Marie Claire)