Jaded shards lie on the floor,
A picturesque conflict of mine.
Dancing smiles, upside down in taste,
Reflections of crime smashed in red
Personifies the crimson sin.
As a humbly cat dripped by,
Her whiskers on her face
Caught eyes with the smiling shards
Each sharp point more obscene
As obscene as her point
As walked by the humbly cat.
Though gray hair hangs over her eyes,
I hate them still today.
Author notes
Hmm... is the best way to describe this poem. I only briefly understand it myself, but i feel that it is of great importance to my future career as a writer. I have no idea why, it's not even that good.
Hmmm....
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hmmm indeed
for some reason pyrrhic delight came over me i have had some long term dislikes with cats and the shards and even pointier shards..well... and then one of my best friends was a cat a lovable wonderful spirit and those shards ...well..pyrrhic see....PK
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Perhaps because it is the work that will influence a whole volume of great works as you grapple to understand its significance... life is funny like that. Sometimes we just know (and of course, most of those times wind up being shit).
It's silly to say here, that this piece was nonsensensical, since you can't fix it, even if you wanted to (as even you don't know what you are talking about). Does any particular part seem just slightly out of focus? This poem reads like a metaphor just beyond my grasp... one step closer and I've got it.
Good luck... I agree it could be the start of something.
~Das
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