Kristen Stewart has lots of secret talents.. she can cook, can hit a golf ball perfectly and apparently can cook a great meal too. Her recent show off revealed her Shakespeare side and proved that she can do more than just act, (okay maybe the acting part is debatable), sharing a poetry in an interview with Marie Claire.
It’s been a few years now since she burst on the screen as Bella in the mega-popular Twilight film trilogy and, although she hasn’t been seen all that much lately, you can expect to see the lovely Kristen back on movie screens during the summer of 2014. Kristen is also the new face of Chanel and Marie Claire’s cover girl this month.
Meanwhile, she’s been kind of laying low, especially after that huge relationship mess with Robert Pattinson, which caused the breakup in 2012–part of the reason that she barely worked during 2013. During that time, aside from trying to win her ex back, she actually ended up taking a number of road trips with some old high school friends from back in Woodland Hills, California. At one point she even helped a friend of hers move down to New Orleans.
All that free time on the road needed to be filled with something and, during one of those trips, Stewart decided to try her hand at poetry, something that she says she now does from time to time to, as she says, “keep your sanity” . Below is one of the poems that she wrote while driving with a friend in Texas. Give it a read and see what you think about our Bella’s future as a poet.
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 …