transient (senryu)thoughts unrecordedtransient (senryu) by cattservant
are ephemeral indeed
Painful LovePainful Love by MadOldHag
Dear friend, how much I love you; still
not velvet-like they feel, your paws
while in my hair your raking claws
rip out whole strands with cruel skill.
You're purring, much to my delight
while dangling right before my face
your hairy tail despite its grace
now makes me sneeze and blocks my sight.
My little kitty, cute and sweet,
my head is aching from your weight.
Why should you bother what I've said,
knowing you'll always get your treat?
A Good Night's Sleep A Good Night's SleepA Good Night's Sleep by casperofpuppets
Jack finally laid the pencil down. An entire night's worth of sketching, and nothing to show for it. Dozens of lines and characters lay sprawled across the sheet of paper, dancing either impassively or violently. They all trailed off into different sheets, most of which were piled into the bin. The metal bin was full, balls of sheets bouncing off the top of its pile, and the floor littered with the rest of the trashed sketches. The desk careened to one side, near to subside. It was a wonder that it had not collapsed yet, and even though it seemed clear a new desk should be bought, Jack refused. Procrastination was his best friend, something which he depended entirely. That showed when it came to his art. As of late, very few finished pieces could be seen in his portfolio. Otherwise, works-in-progress lied about the room in constant slumber.
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