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Pretty boy,
With golden eyes,
Keeps fallen stars
And beautiful words
Inside of glass bottles.

He hangs these
Lost eternities,
Unmade wishes,
From the ceiling, on
Ropes
Twisted into nooses.

A menagerie
Of tears
Made from silver and gold,
Joy and sorrow,
Crowd littered corners in their jars,
Gathering merciful dusts.

Black cat takes a photograph
Of another life to live,
Crossing the paths of
Mortals,
Adding their years to his collection.

Pretty boy,
With golden eyes,
Sleeps near his treasures
In shadowed,
High places,
Protecting his stolen ages.

Decades pass
In his ninety-nine
Generations;
He grows younger
And wiser
To the greedy games of men.

He ties birdsong and
Decaying leaves
In between his fingers
And pins snowflakes along
With sweet, warm breezes
To his palms.

Black cat
Takes ninety-nine
Snapshots
Of smothered weeping,
Bliss gone unsung,
And captures moments
(infinities)
Between the points of
Sewing needles
And the creaks in floorboards.

Pretty boy,
With empty eyes,
Leads those of youthful lusts
To fuel his ninety-
Nine fires.
"Your eyes, my dear...

They are

So lovely.

I must have them."


--

I imagined that my cat was a man who stole things from people. Important things, like years and thoughts and feelings.

And then I found myself unable to fully comprehend who terrible it would be to lose something so precious.

--

-What did you think of this piece?

-Are there parts you liked best? Least?

-Does this poem make you feel anything? If so, what?

-Can you apply is to a time in your life










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IsleintheSkye Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Student Writer
Beautiful! I love this, it is a haunting picture.
He hangs these
Lost eternities,
Unmade wishes,
From the ceiling, on
Ropes
Twisted into nooses.

A menagerie
Of tears
made from silver and gold,
Joy and sorrow,
Crowd littered corners in their jars,
Gathering merciful dusts.
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SomethingOnceSacred Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, goodness XD;;

Thanks so much, dear! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!. ^^
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IsleintheSkye Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Student Writer
You're welcome!
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CrystalTearz55 Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I love this
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SomethingOnceSacred Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks very much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
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crazyBookworm013 Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
That's one evil cat. This really makes you think about what would life be like without thoughts. It's a strange thing indeed.
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SomethingOnceSacred Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hahah, yes. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like to have important things like that stolen from me, and I could not possibly bear it for any longer than that.
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crazyBookworm013 Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Well, in a way, you wouldn't be bothered by not having thoughts because, well, you don't have them to think about. Am I making sense?
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SomethingOnceSacred Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
That makes complete sense, actually XD

I guess I was focused more on the idea of losing years and emotions and such, more than the idea of losing thoughts.
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crazyBookworm013 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
And that brings an even bigger question. Are we even human if we don't have thoughts? Aren't thoughts and ideas what separate's humans from other things, living and non?
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