Marilyn Monroe’s Unpublished Poems

I'm a massive fan of the show Smash (because, who isn't?). It really got me thinking about Marilyn Monroe and the woman behind the face, the hips, that song. BrainPickings.org ran an awesome article yesterday on her forgotten/never published/unfinished poetry. This one really touched me:

Oh damn I wish that I were
dead — absolutely nonexistent –
gone away from here — from
everywhere but how would I do it
There is always bridges — the Brooklyn
bridge – no not the Brooklyn Bridge
because But I love that bridge (everything is beautiful from there and the air is so clean) walking it seems
peaceful there even with all those
cars going crazy underneath. So
it would have to be some other bridge
an ugly one and with no view — except
I particularly like in particular all bridges — there’s some-
thing about them and besides these I’ve
never seen an ugly bridge

I mostly don't really get poetry (expect if we're talking Neruda or Atwood in which case I'm there like a bear) but I found this achingly beautiful and sad and honest in ways I don't really understand. Maybe that was the point.

Read more of Marilyn's poems on Brain Pickings