06-03-2013, 09:24 PM
(06-03-2013, 07:47 AM)Morrelle Wrote: When someone who used to love me doesn't love me anymore, I tend to yell at chairs, birds, that shoe I always trip on in my room, food, the empty fridge lacking food, my cat, myself..... That extremely long sentence simply means that I like your poem. I get it. Flowers are ugly sometimes.
The flower is beautiful; I resent its beauty because I am ugly (or feel I am
ugly because someone who told me I was beautiful changed her/his mind).
P.S. Yelling at chairs, shoes you always trip on, food, empty fridges, and yourself
is just fine; but yelling at cats and birds will just encourage several (at least) gods
to pour out their fury upon thee, accomplish their anger upon thee, judge thee according
to thy ways, and recompense thee for all thine abominations.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions