flowing from my pen,
inky music accords
honour to my thoughts,
consisting of
narcissistic misery
with hardly any words.
chronicle of catastrophe
mingles with the blood of
my prosody.
inky music accords
honour to my thoughts,
consisting of
narcissistic misery
with hardly any words.
chronicle of catastrophe
mingles with the blood of
my prosody.
17 comments:
a day's teaching often made me feel like that
hope you feel better
aww... well done, gautami!
deep
Slimy chalk and pens that make your hands bleed. Whew.They really need to give you guys better supplies over there.
Sincerely,
Percy
r they the blood of ur emotions...wow u write so well!
Keshi.
well said! I've had many of those days.
The key is yours my dear.
Returning your visit and comment!:) Narcissistic misery - describes a portion of my life so well. Thank you!:)We all have it. Self-pity masquarading as self-importance. And vice versa - a wise man once said!?:)
Wow, I am always impressed how you take mere words and string them together to form something with so much depth and emotion. Well done, sweet friend!
Well I don't teach, but I can imagine. None of that for me. Hope you feel better.
life
in creation
script & scripture
nice work, gautami
/t.
I like that phrase "Narcissistic misery" Sometimes I suffer from it
Floots: Oh, I am fine!
polona, kai: thanks
percival: Why don't you send in the supplies?
thanks!
keshi: I think you are biased, girl!
andrew: haven't we all?
whitesnake: what key? I lost it!
borut: ah, well....narcisstic misery is something we all thrive on.
lotus: You are being too kind. You do reviews of books so well.
pat: It has nothing to do with teaching. Did I give that impression?
/t: Thanks. Your art work teach me so much. I go there, stare and think.
sage: yes. We all do. Some more than others.
I admire your phrasing. "Narcissistic misery" is clever.
Jimmy boy, what are you doing on my blog? Go back to your peanut farm?
puerileuwaite: Thanks. Isn't it what happens most of the times?
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