I know what you did.
I know who you are.
Curse my prurient interest;
I wish I'd never looked.
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
Don’t Be a Pushover, But Don’t Be Naive Either
The world can be tough. Sometimes being honest can make people take advantage of you while being too tricky can hurt you. The key is finding a balance. Sometimes it’s okay to play dumb to avoid trouble, but don’t be a pushover. Let people know you have limits and will stand up for yourself.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing3 days ago in Poets
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
Comments (5)
That was some fantastic writing!
good one!
Oooo, I learned a new word. Prurient. Loved your poem!
I am very intrigued in this particular situation. Sounds dark. Possibly criminal. Ooh! I really like this. It reads so mysterious. 👏❤️
Isn't that so often the case? Hate when that happens.