- Her Feline Xanadu (in others' words & memories) -

sleepycat SG · 2006-01-10T01:31:24+00:00

in the guise of love, pain turns into pleasure, as we morph into willing slaves.

sleepycat SG

Dream Deferred
Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

sleepycat SG

moving you, in fragmented memories of my fond stranger
by sleepycat

you roam
through the distance between us,
over the tunes we sang in the past,
you come.

you drift
by the faded promises into my thoughts,
across the familiar places that now seem odd,
you leave.

[will i ever bleed my lips red for you again?
will i ever sit by the door so that i may open it and see your face again, smiling at me, beckoning me to let you in?]

you grow
in the memories that are now whitewashed and cold,
out of your stark naked cruelty that stole,
you go.

SnowFlag SG

Originally posted by sleepycat:
[b]moving you, in fragmented memories of my fond stranger
by sleepycat

you roam
through the distance between us,
over the tunes we sang in the past,
you come.

you drift
by the faded promises into my thoughts,
across the familiar places that now seem odd,
you leave.

[will i ever bleed my lips red for you again?
will i ever sit by the door so that i may open it and see your face again, smiling at me, beckoning me to let you in?]

you grow
in the memories that are now whitewashed and cold,
out of your stark naked cruelty that stole,
you go.[/b]

nice poem Mr. Green

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O, Sleepycat, Sleepycat! Wherefore art thou Sleepycat?

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