Kristen Stewart's a poet, and we didn't even know it! Like James Franco and Charlie Sheen before her, the Twilight actress, 23, has been putting pen to paper in service of her inner Jack Kerouac for several years now. She recently shared one of her poems during an interview with Marie Claire, which published the piece in a March 2014 cover story about her.
"Oh, my God, it's so embarrassing," she told the magazine before reading the poem aloud. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Of why she likes poetry, she explained: "I like being able to hit on something, like, 'There it is.' I don't want to sound so f--king utterly pretentious...but after I write something, I go, 'Holy fuck, that's crazy.' It's the same thing with acting: If I do a good scene, I'm always like, 'Whoa, that's really dope.'"
The piece, titled "My Heart Is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole," was written after the Twilight Saga ended in 2012. (That was a big year for Stewart; in July, Us Weekly revealed that she had cheated on boyfriend Robert Pattinson with her Snow White and the Huntsman director, Rupert Sanders.)
Marie Claire described the poem as "typically raw and candid." Read it below and tell Us what you think, and check out more from Stewart's interview in the magazine.
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
Tell Us: What do you think of Stewart's "embarrassing" poetry?