No one speaks my language.
But they hear me.
No one understands.
But somehow they feel me.
No one dreams my dream.
But they fear me.
And I'd never kill a thing or let a *thing die,
...that wasn't deserving.
Love and Light. -- Aisis
(*Things not people, People. For the love of all that is sacred and friggin holy. I understand some of you lurkers are metaphorically challenged. Please do not email me about what exactly is meant by what I write. Poetry affects us all in different ways. If I write something, it is extremely unlikely that it surrounds anyone reading this. I mean...I only have 3 consistent followers and I don't even know their names. Lol...
Also, and really for your own peace of mind, if you think that this is about you, ask yourself: 1) am. I. insane.; 2) does she know that I exist; 3) does she care if I exist and vice versa; 4) am I **Warren Beatty; 5) if she had something to say, wouldn't she just say it? Like, to my face...(or phone, lol); 6) has she ever held her emotion, thought, feeling inwardly seething as opposed to spilling every possible bean; 7) why am I talking to myself...)
If you answered yes to more than five of the above please stop reading, like forever really, and seek help because #6 is a trick question and #7 is clearly rhetorical (please just look it up, "no more esplainin', Lucy."), plus...I told you to do it, so...am I Pinky or am I really the Brain?
**Carly Simon wrote a song 'You're So Vain' in regard to a certain Mr. Beatty's arrogance as the rumor goes. Meaning, are you so full of yourself that you think everything I write is about you? No. It's about me. I don't even like people, really. I love everyone and wish you much peace & success, but, really, I only like Autumn, my books, two specific pairs of boots, and like, three people.
-- wonders if those are my consistent followers. /rant
***I need smarter followers. My entire impromptu piece is ruined from ALL this spitfire explaning. -___-
****No things were harmed in the making of this post. (Except the beans...)
*****Beans were spilled. Lots of them.