Demanding the attention
Of the lost artifact under my bed
Reaching out for that forgotten extraction
Pinpointing discovery around my head
Flustered and clustered
A complete messy embrace
I glanced and pulled out something of yours
Perhaps that was the last bit of trace…
Goodnight morning
Go back to bed
The swarming mass the world puts on us
Is starting to take effect
But I would take that cause and pull it down
Along with the stage curtains
And any frown that you’ve ever led
Or had a chance to
(Those frowns were exhaled along with mine…)
The blank contender
Hasn’t contained anything except hate
While those stars are completely capable
Of breaking me as they are you
Sketching fate with my broken pencil
On all the unsharpened lines of your face
That, I remember better than anything
Sedated on those pieces of hope
And the billowing smoke of the last foggy taste
Of winter
Through those new separated kingdoms of flowers
I found some pulsating truth
Folded up inside each violated peddle
Engraved in the strings and roots
It was there,
That I found the first trace of you…
Author notes
A cloud floating on the sea.
A bowl made out of cereal.
That flower is a weed.
Pooping out butts.
All these things are very riduclous, opposite, and beyond us.
But what happens if it happens eventually?
Than what will there be to ever be beyond humanity? And a formal way of living in a realistic world...?
What happens when backwards becomes real?
MAHAHAHAHA. from the genius mind of a dead spider.
He used to live next to my bed. Well he was the dead the whole time. So I guess he didn't really 'live' at all anywhere.
Chuckles.
It could happen to you! IT could happen to me!
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This dead spider had a purpose
To inspire you to write this poem
Rather than to make you nervous
You saw him as a good omen
Tiki Cat
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YOU ARE FRIGGEN AMAZING.
HAHAHA, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM? I kinda am starting to believe that you are really a cat. CATS ARE SOOO MUCH BETTER THAN DOGS by the way. AND i just walked outside and there was this random cat out there (a wildy) and i was like "WOW. do you know ellis?" and then it ran away...
Silly kitty.
THAT SPIDER WAS REAL. dead..but...he was good company anyway...
THANKYOU SO MUCH. you are so kind, you really are. And i love all the random poetry you leave me. HAHAHA. its hilarious and awesome. -
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Could a human write that?
Could a human write that?
One of youth,
It's the truth:
Of course, Dum one, I AM a CAT.
Tiki Cat
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Your work always leaves me wanting more. You've definately got a new fan! This was fantastic!
"I found some pulsating truth
Folded up inside each violated peddle "
Genius.
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LOL, you silly girl! But yes..what does happen when...?!
Anyway, the poem, as always make me think and not quite know how to comment...though I get a sense of the shortcomings of this world throughout most of it but then in the end there is a glimmer of hope...
♥
you are an amazing girl with the dead spider the lived dead beside your bed
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wow! You got meh!
Thats weird that you totally got the shortcomings of the world thing. I'm pleasently suprised. I wasn't trying to be morbid. I was just thinking 'what if?' cause sometimes you never know. So we might as well all just live life to our best capabilities. Or else, we'll all end up thinking at the end of the bridge "What if I had actually done those things? Would it have been so bad?" Then life traps us. So hey! PARTY ON GET YOUR GROOVE ON AND DO WATCHA WANNA DO!
ITS YOOOUR THAANG
DO WHATCHA WANNA DO!
LOL!!! Yeah..poor little spider. I talked to him on several occasions (i thought he was just alive but really lazy) CAUSE...he never moved...BOY was i suprised when i poked him. I was like crap! Not only was i talking to a spider! I was talking to a dead spider!!
heh. I'm not insane I promise
I love your picture by the way.
SOOO how are you and things deaarry?
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