there I go again, pretending to be you

[devilsball]

Narrow paths my passions tread: Laughter rings there, sorrow cries; Sick and sad, with half-shut eyes, Thro' the leaves the woods have shed,   My sins like yellow mongrels slink; Uncouth hyenas, my hates complain

Comments

[liquid_topaz]

Hm. A bit more difficult than your average poem. Nothing we learned in Advanced Literature, to be sure.

The meaning doesn't nearly stand out so much as the personification of emotions and the pieces that make up humans, for better or for worse. Although perhaps therein lies the catch and the poem has less meaning and more symbolism of what passions and love and hatred can be. Sometimes that has more value than meaning itself. Especially as meaning can be ever so elusive to the average reader.

Intriguing, at least, although perhaps he is better appreciated as a playwright. Not everyone has Frost's eloquence and depth or Whitman's sense to turn stories to poetry simply by cutting lines off in the middle, but I digress.

[popcornlasers]

YES I CAN.

[liquid_topaz]

I could very well end up supporting you and this is the thanks I get? Tsk tsk. I'm almost inclined to agree with Mello now.

[popcornlasers]

You already have. I'm all alone.

[liquid_topaz]

No. I'm fairly sure you have a giant cockroach for company. He sounds lovely.

[popcornlasers]

He's fun for cover.

[liquid_topaz]

Is his personality wanting? That's just dreadful. You should replace him at once.

[popcornlasers]

WELL NOT WITH ANY TRAITOROUS VAMPIRES, CLEARLY.

[liquid_topaz]

How easily you replace your friends. Clearly I made the right decision here.

[popcornlasers]

I HAVEN'T REPLACED HIM, I'D BOLT TOO IF OUR SITUATIONS WERE REVERSED.

YOU, THOUGH.

[liquid_topaz]

He bolted? That's distressing. Shall I put out search fliers for him?

Me?

[popcornlasers]

HE CAN TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF.

YOU. I'VE CHANGED MY MIND. YOU HAVE NO HUMANITY LEFT IN YOUR TWISTED BLACK SOUL.

[liquid_topaz]

He's a poor, defenseless cockroach in the big, bad, cold, cruel world. What kind of an owner are you?

Now you've caught on.

[popcornlasers]

I'M NOT HIS OWNER, I'M HIS FRIEND.

DEMON. CHERNABOG. PLUCKER. BEELZEBUB. JUDAS.

[liquid_topaz]

Ah. The principle is the same.

Vampire, actually.

[popcornlasers]

NOT REALLY.

VLAD.