I've never tripped
but I've fallen before
and perhaps that could explain
these voices in my head.
i like how references of falling, and floors come up here. as if someones dragging themselves up, under duress. i liked the trend of thought here, too, as if there was somthing i could be doing better at the time. it almost makes me want to do something a bit more productive with my spare time, almost...
the irony of having enough ambition to waste away on a patch of sunlight...i like that particular image, although my cat takes up that valuable property before anyone else can request access, and its another thinking question...
I was thinking perhaps this has something to do with
liquored responses to
surreptitious backwards glances
[break on through to the other side]
the Doors open and slam shut
liquor makes strange decisions for us, and the glances bring back ahh, so many memories...the door thats getting slammed shut and open seems to be both an actual door and a state of mind...definately a cool effect you have...on me, and in your poems
Great ending to a great poem. I sometimes wish that I was a dog, and my life was as simple as lying in a sunspot next to the Doors. But then, I think about the rate of animal cruelty, and the thought of being an animal becomes far too risky.
liked this one A LOT....loved the "Doors" reference, and I like how you switched: "if the sun shines in at a certain...if you angle your eyes..." with the next verse. well DONE , Kara!!!!
LET ME GUESS YOUR SPEAKING FROM EXPERIANCE..........TALK BOUT "HANGOVER" HUH.......I wish I could just lay in bed and count the chord transitions while the neon numbers on the clock fade to black, if the sun shines in at a certain... AND THEN THOSE FAMOUSE WORDS COME OUT............"I AM NEVER GONNA DRINK AGAIN"...LOL.......GOOD POEM THOUGH............PROPS YOUR WAY!!!?-ARLO-
I've never tripped
but I've fallen before
and perhaps that could explain
these voices in my head.
i like how references of falling, and floors come up here. as if someones dragging themselves up, under duress. i liked the trend of thought here, too, as if there was somthing i could be doing better at the time. it almost makes me want to do something a bit more productive with my spare time, almost...
the irony of having enough ambition to waste away on a patch of sunlight...i like that particular image, although my cat takes up that valuable property before anyone else can request access, and its another thinking question...
I was thinking perhaps this has something to do with
liquored responses to
surreptitious backwards glances
[break on through to the other side]
the Doors open and slam shut
liquor makes strange decisions for us, and the glances bring back ahh, so many memories...the door thats getting slammed shut and open seems to be both an actual door and a state of mind...definately a cool effect you have...on me, and in your poems
I am resolved to never be content with the lives of "quiet desperation" which so many of us lead, to continuously challenge myself, and forever walk in Beauty.
I like pandas. I like writing poe.. more..