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Warning!!!
You are about to be assaulted with an attept at some pretty lame assed poetry...Don't say you weren't warned.
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As I Sit Here....
As I sit here, I am alone,
I like it this way,
I think...
no one knows me, no one will ever know,
My heart is enclosed,
I'm sure...
My heart is caged behind fear's walls,
My tears never show,
In public...
Once burned, twice shy, always alone,
Unseen my tears,
At night...
Unnoticed my exit, alone;
From life's play I leave...
Stage Right.
CATS
Paws,
Gently furring,
Rough voice,
Quietly purring,
Ears,
Atwitching,
Whiskers,
Apricking,
Tail,
Acrooking,
The Watson by my side.
Claws,
A flashing,
Teeth,
A ganshing,
Toy,
A shreading
Fur,
A shedding
Shrill voice,
A howling,
A harlot in heat.
IT'S RAINING!
Plink! Plank!
Drimp! Drank!
Plinger, Planger,
Ringer, Ranger!
Pliberly,Plaberly,
Driblery,Draberly,
Ribilery, Rabely, Rall!
Water Running Down My Wall!
It's Raining in my Hall!
I hate to make a noise of it,
But would you kindly turn off....
YOUR TOILET?!?
Lessons Unlearned
It really is amazing how big a hole,
A two inch ball of fluff can leave.
"They're placed upon this planet,
For such shot times", we greive.
But to teach us to value just how
Imperminant life is, with dignity to end.
Tho we want them to live forever,
Like our parents and our friends,
They're here to remind us,
That everything must end.
Even Sorrow and great loss,
To milder ways and gentler days.
And to happiness once again.
But never forgotten, never Lost,
Those gentle fuzzy friends,
That teach us, that lead us,
To better, richer lives we gain,
thru their silent, loving example.
To be better humans, us they train.
MY CATS
My soul yearns for it's other half,
I am not complete.
But when I find my soul; 'tis with my cats,
That He'll compete!
My Poem
My poem hath no rhyme,
It truly has no reason.
For those who seek it here;
It's really _not_ hunting season!
REAL LIFE
In the darkness she rambles,
Unnoticed and unseen.
A Ghost amonst the Living,
No longer the sheltered teen.
Owning almost nothing,
Her mind is a land of plenty,
the Book-loving child,
Grown into an Empty-Minded Twenty.
The land of plenty is illusion,
Is Fueled by the party drug,
Her unstable mind mastered it's delusions,
Until Reality pulled away the rug!
Vampyre
In the darkness between the hours,
I exist.
When Today meets Tomorrow,
I linger.
Where the souls leave this mortal plain,
I hover
Wings of darkness, feathers sharp,cold,
I promise.
Spred they seem protecting,welcome,
I can lie.
Yet in all manners Tangible,
I am false.
Yet Immortal and Intagible,
I am real.
I am the Dark Path to the Cliff.
I am Sorrow,
I am dispair,
I am the biggest Liar,
And the Greatest Theif.
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