I can no longer feel emotions,
which is pretty sad
but I don’t mind
because I can no longer feel emotions
and that makes me pretty happy too
*
I settled for the quiet
of a relationship
instead of the loud orgasms
of others and their friends,
though I suppose I still
do that stuff with my mouth
when she does that stuff
with hers
*
The ape claws at the glass
to make me claw at it back
and we both laugh
at how foolish and primitive,
the uncultured long
the useless short,
our nails look
you can too feel the emotions. poet. Your numb is spilling all over the place and you are lovable for it. You’re gonna make a come back. Girl wasn’t all that. 🙂
lovable to unloving people, I guess. as always, thanks tabby.
Uh, that’s not at all possible…
unloving begets unlove. love begets love.
you are lovable. loving people love you.
but your head is on backwards,
keep writing. your guts might feel rotten, but it’s because you’re still a sweet soul. or you think you’re numb but the writing isn’t. it’s all sorts of cool, cold, warms, and hots…
anyhow… just checking some of your lines. feeling your pulse.
The cultured useless seem to be proliferating. I plan to get out of the city and grow my nails long. Maybe have dirt under them. I might even grow fangs. The Age of the Warrior is coming. Good writing. Thanks for the inspiration.
If there’s any age coming, it’s the age of me.
who and what the hell is the “cultured useless” Valeria????
what a statement. You’re inspired to turn into what? A werewolf?
Have you never noticed how often the cultured speak but don’t act? Inspired to turn into a warrior, or at least an actor.
I actually still do not understand at all who or what you are speaking to or about.
I know plenty of “cultured” and “uncultured” people who take many bold and or nuanced actions.
Perhaps your world is simply smaller and needs more time for a wider range of experiences.
Warriors are like Actors? What?
You’re making me crack up, wolf-lady. I like you. 🙂
What I really really mean to say, Valeria… is that your comment so impels me to eat you alive. 😉 one poet to another. But by all means, forgive me for interrupting you and the author.
Bon appetit