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Post by Cat Plant II on Dec 20, 2022 20:24:39 GMT -6
poison my mind
destroy me slowly
make me wish we never met
infect my blood
seep into my veins
let the world see who you really are
a virus, a bug
creature with no bones
crawl into me and suck my life away
you live in me long after you're gone
a shadow being intent to destroy
every last part of me
all consuming
cheap copy of a real person
echo of words already said
bring to me the everlasting potion
the elixhir of life
fool me
prey on me
make me think there's a chance I'll win
give me a false sense of security
revive me and eat me again
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Post by anirbas on Feb 17, 2023 16:54:39 GMT -6
Wow! Talk about a blow my socks off poem!
This one did! Excellent!
CLAP!CLAP!CLAP!
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Post by Cat Plant II on Feb 22, 2023 12:48:43 GMT -6
Wow! Talk about a blow my socks off poem! This one did! Excellent! CLAP!CLAP!CLAP! Thank you! Sorry about the socks, though.  |
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Post by anirbas on Feb 23, 2023 21:58:20 GMT -6
You're welcome. It's an excellent, well crafted piece. The sox apology made me smile.  |
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Post by phantasm on Mar 25, 2023 15:30:49 GMT -6
This is pretty decent.
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Post by Cat Plant II on Apr 7, 2023 18:08:31 GMT -6
I'm not trying to cause a fuss here, but I genuinely cannot tell if this is a compliment or not. I don't think you meant it to be rude, but it reads as backhanded to me. |
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Post by artolmaeus on Apr 9, 2023 20:54:34 GMT -6
this is a sweet example of feeling being written out, and experience being having made and feeling both the good and the bad of the whole process, in my mind, I hear the song by Peter Frampton, the lines particularly "who's wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine, woke up in a dream, don't believe where I've been, come on, let's do it again......do you, you, feel like I do" and it follows with the story John Lennon told of how Yoko Ono made this really hard experiential art display where it was a hard process to end up viewing the word "yes"....in that, yes....what doth make us bleed, also makes us feel life, for what is anything without the chances played, to lose or win is better than to stand alone, in what never was. As for being backhanded, at least in tennis, it puts the ball across the net, and so, well, the ball at least is in play as someone was there to return the volley. Or, maybe, a canyon without an echo is boring, but the canyon that answers back, is one never experienced often, much less felt. As it is with words and this internet thing, who you may or may not be, without writing on the wall, the wall, too, is pretty damned dull. I enjoyed this wall.
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Post by phantasm on Apr 10, 2023 15:48:17 GMT -6
It's a complement, cat plant. Don't take it in a backhanded way. That's not the spirit I offered it in.
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Post by Cat Plant II on May 4, 2023 18:49:46 GMT -6
It's a complement, cat plant. Don't take it in a backhanded way. That's not the spirit I offered it in.
I see, thank you for clarifying! And thank you for the compliment as well. |
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Post by Cat Plant II on May 4, 2023 18:51:30 GMT -6
this is a sweet example of feeling being written out, and experience being having made and feeling both the good and the bad of the whole process, in my mind, I hear the song by Peter Frampton, the lines particularly "who's wine, what wine, where the hell did I dine, woke up in a dream, don't believe where I've been, come on, let's do it again......do you, you, feel like I do" and it follows with the story John Lennon told of how Yoko Ono made this really hard experiential art display where it was a hard process to end up viewing the word "yes"....in that, yes....what doth make us bleed, also makes us feel life, for what is anything without the chances played, to lose or win is better than to stand alone, in what never was. As for being backhanded, at least in tennis, it puts the ball across the net, and so, well, the ball at least is in play as someone was there to return the volley. Or, maybe, a canyon without an echo is boring, but the canyon that answers back, is one never experienced often, much less felt. As it is with words and this internet thing, who you may or may not be, without writing on the wall, the wall, too, is pretty damned dull. I enjoyed this wall. Thank you. |
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