niko_gio
  Junior Member

The line you write, and I’ll quote it: “I’m screaming loudly, waving my arms frantically, let me be not invisible but crystal clear, my love exists my loves right here,” was so Spot On! I about lost it—in a great way, of course! Those words are ME 100%! Thank you for weaving them so succinctly into what is a wonderful work, expressing the doubts most of us have but can’t—or won't—express. :D more »

A muse, a disappearance, a disappointment. It happens, I know. :/

These thoughts are products of a serious life disruption; relationship-related. I write to relieve. Anyway, "cAtCh uP" is focused more on the notion of "out" expiration dates; stamped, unbeknownst to us, at birth. The sh** we deal with here—love, joy, loss—is all, apparently a part of 'it'...whatever that is. *I digress* The POINT, I guess, is simple. Do sh** before it's too late...no regrets. more »

That last stanza—about lying on a couch, pensive moods, & the bliss of solitude—really struck a chord. Because, in my life so far, those moments of solitude truly represent the only times at which I can come close to replicating anything like solace. Life is so dang busy, and I feel like a part of this poem is an adult way of saying, "stop & smell the roses (well, daffodils in this case)," you know what I mean? more »