Abstract

Real.  Been there.  Am there.  Cocoon is warm and silky and suffocates me slowly

Thanks for the feedback!

Beautifully metaphoric, Gem. The imagery is striking.

Thanks Ahavati! :) I like creating abstract visuals, but I tend to have a harder time with ‘pretty’ real life imagery.

lovely Nightbird
deeply felt metaphors
it's really disturbing when love
feels like a trap..

I read this wrong I see it's a drug poem
yes those wicked things do get
their bite into us..

this is of the worst kind..

excellent..

love Crim

It was hard for me to categorize this poem, I must explain...

This was but a bit-too-late of a recent night
Indeed I was cooly high
Literally sitting in the dark
On a squeaky chair in the corner
Of my creepy front porch
Smoking a cigarette
The insects were squalling
And classy instrumental Chinese tunes
Were humming in my ears
From my husband’s phone
I felt time tripping
And I fell into... a hole
When I read this the next day
It seemed bursting with analogies
That applied just right
To my relationship with him
The relation of it all
Drugs piercing love

And in the end I liked the creepiness, suitable for the coming holiday :)

Thank you for getting it completely!

Love love

This is beautiful

Thank you very much! A quirkier write for me :)

your metaphor speaks volumes of infused sounds and feelings of entrapment - beautifully crafted piece with it's own beat :-)

Hugssssssssssssss:-)

Thank you :) This one was fun and produced it’s own metaphors, yet again unbeknownst to me in the moment!