Poem -

CATS

I thought about the dream you had
The one with me and the cats.
The cats...
They are my emotions
Pouring out of all the walls
and every God damned ceiling fixture
Unable to tell one from the other
because there are so many of them
that they all just blur together like an ocean...
An overwhelming ocean of cats.
And you have no idea what to do
Much less, how to react
So you just call me a crazy bitch
So fucking crazy

But me…
I think I am just so massively lonely
that I don’t know how to breathe
without swallowing the entire room
So instead,
I try to hold my breath
as to not drown you in utter madness
But it leaves me feeling dead
and leaves you...
craving my resurrection
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Tony Taylor

Brilliant touch .....well you....HAVE.....most certainly..........found precisely what you've been looking for (pardon the blatant assumption )......... a most idyllic note passed in Algebra Trig....... and endeavors to become that most powerful memory that extends itself far into the afternoon classes..... where brilliant 'notions are born........ and poets such as yourself are inspired to write!!......... It's most difficult to become the voice of an entire group of thinking, fucking, resurrected, populations!! (Big Smiles!).... what an awesomely compelling read!!........ALL STARS!!...... Here's to the Lonely!!....... well done dear poet sister!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS! .......T xo πŸ‘βœ΄πŸ‘€βœ΄β›„

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