Trixsie's odds and ends

[Tyga]

I want more storeh! That Tyga fella seems nice.


 

[Trixsie Vixen]

Meh.  I think that fox sounds like a cool chick

[ShiroTenshiRyu]

I like them both. Not enough lynx if you ask me though

[Trixsie Vixen]

^A little lynx goes a long way, maybe it needs more dragon


Here's a poem that started writing itself before I woke up.





My sweet tiger, he is my rock
He has a great, big heart and a great, big shock
Would not shake him from his love
So pure he took my foxglove
In his paw and drew me in
To that sacred place beneath his chin
We I can hear his fiery heart
Beat in time with that special part
Of me that is kept deep inside
Now that sacred place is where I hide

[Trixsie Vixen]

Sunlight reflected
In my canary's bright song
Remembers Summer

[Trixsie Vixen]

Fox: Smoke across clouds
Shortcuts through night's longest reach
Private equinox

[Trixsie Vixen]

The other day I met a fur
I did not know I knew of her
Though quickly did I realise
She was 'the ex', not mine, my guy's


Here we go I told myself
I she some mischievous elf
Does the cat come to play
Or is she after other prey


No fur wants a tigress stalker
Jungle hunter, shadow walker
So best to give a friendly shout
Not assume what she's about


And so I have a tigress friend
Who's back I'll have until the end
Don't fear the stranger in your place
Give the shadow a hug and a face

[ShiroTenshiRyu]

I love it Trix I really really love it!

[Milly Snowpawz]

Trix! *hugs Gal~ Big hugs*

beautiful.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Thanks guys


Sometimes poems say it best!


Happy Mother's Day Milly!

[Trixsie Vixen]

Still waiting on some good writing time for the story.  Either too busy or not in the right headspace.  This poem gives some insight.



People don’t believe me
When I say how I feel
Unless I say I’m happy
It’s dismissed as not real
Or they’ll tell me some equation
About how to judge my worth
The things I do or say or think
Or compare everyone on Earth
But how I feel is not a function
Of merit based on my utility
No matter what I accomplish
I feel this dark futility
That all my effort will go to waste
That the things for which I strive will fail
That those who say they love me lie
And I just want to hug my tail
And curl into a soggy ball
To cry until the pain subsides
But I know that rarely does it help
To release the hurt I feel inside
I know that people care for me
And want to make me feel some joy
Well at the moment there is one
Who helps and he is my tiger boy
So if I’m having Tyga time
It might be that I must ignore
So please don’t think I’m being rude
But I need him to hold my paw

[Milly Snowpawz]

Thats georgous Trix it really is, and so very touching Loves Girl!

[Trixsie Vixen]

Cheers stripy ears!


I think more people should use the words 'equation' and 'utility' in poems about their mood disorders.

[Tim Siguire]

Thats georgous Trix it really is, and so very touching Loves Girl!

Yip Yep!
You two are great.

[Trixsie Vixen]

Thanks Tim!

*Grins at Milly*

Should we take a bow babe?