She is...

short poem

She is my stray cat-

so sly and unpredictable,

able to be friendly one moment,

then switch to cold and distant.

 

She is my dangerous rose,

so beautiful, seemingly aching

to be touched, only to leave you

bleeding and wandering what happened.

 

If she were a type of shoes

she'd be her favorite pair:

steel-toed platforms, sensual but

violent, dangerous but sexy.

 

And if she was the weather,

she would be here nor there;

unpredictable as the eartquakes

and volcanoes erupting within

forevermore into infinitum.

Author's Note

A poem to myself about myself :P tell me what you think.

Reviews

[C.]

Okay, I changed my mind. This is my favorite of the poems I've read by you. It's really great (: I just loved it so much. Every line kept me entertained, and it reminded me a lot of myself actually, haha.

[nigrum homonculus]

that last stanza is awesome! really liked the wordplay there. its an interesting poem but it also makes me think your a girl no one wants to f**k with?

[kayla]

haha at times :p

[xxxrawr_friendxxx]

Lol I like the idea that you wrote a poem to yourself. Very nicely written. Especially the 3rd stanza :D