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The Cats BellThe Cats Bell
It's the smile of internal happiness
The cat lays on the bed
The fighting is almost over
As he rolls through, playing dead
And there he is purring
And the second cat, turns about
They start there playing chasey
The purr turns into an almighty shout
And they both just disappear
To the corner of the room
Licking their scars of silence
It's a cat's sudden and awful doom
It's a fight that continues on
One looking, and claws stuck out
Until finally in the open
There is one almighty shrill shout
And there I introduce
A little tiny toy
A bell out there hiding
That they chase around like a little boy
They both quickly forget
And off they take for fun
Chasing around the garden
The bell, glistening in the sun
And now as I see
A few months down the track
They are busily preening each other
Friends, preening and purring back
What made the bell so special
That stopped their fighting so
I just sit there slowly disappearing
As I hear the rain on the roof slowly go
I just walked over
In A Desert With HolesI got out a few lines -- until you disappeared
My heart wept, for more broken thoughts, dreams and
Inspirations, the happiness gone, I hear
the sound in the background reminding me
Again and again
Of a black pitcher plant
In a desert with holes
Regardless of What Fairy Tales SayLove is not always a bed of roses, regardless of what fairy tales say.
Or so I said to myself, as I stand on the shore.
Behind me, you, in front of me, me, bleak, rising above
-- You ignored me when I smiled
And so it seems as I step here, and look out to the beach shore
I see those parts of me rising, the parts of which, you took
Why did you not see me, as who I was, instead, leaving me cry alone, shaken, by the grass side
-- It took courage to tell you
It seems so long ago that we met, but it was not of my doing
You smiled and cared, seeming nice in your shirt
But all you did was walk away, walk away from the shore
No longer rainy days.
-- I did not get introduced to your friends
And so, as you made your decision, which made me leave
-- What fairy tales do I believe now, as I hope for your happiness.
ScreamHe stood there, arms raised
A crowbar in his hand
Blood covered his singlet
His eyes of evil, bearing
He had plastic gloves,
In a room, filled with
Bloody prints, of past
But for today you see him
His life unknown,
Packing your shopping
As he smiles, that gentle
Thinking, what he would do
Just to hear you
It takes a lot of dedication to play games on an iphone. Don’t you think? The screen so small, the light so dim, the numbers hard to punch away at. Albeit, I see many on the planes, trains and in their cars (oh, that is illegal – they have big fines for that now), smiles at that, as I just got over paying my last one.
Hang on, I want to tell you a tale, but first I am in conversation with someone at the moment, please bare with me ok. I needed a bathroom break!.
Ok, lost the track of thought here about this. I was sitting there watching this lady, who, unlike her fellow passengers in the bus, was without an iphone, or other device. The bus driver I am sure, has his own device there. Slowly milling away at his driving, he is listening to choice music or talk from his latest radio station. It seems everyone on the bus, and yes, including me, as I type this, has some form of electronic entertainment. Apart from this one lady, over there to the left.
I am glancing at
He Made Me SmileHe was like a large teddy bear, all wrapped up in Christmas paper for you. Just when you thought no one cared in the world – there he appeared bounding happy and caring, a gentleman to you.
And he sat there and said such wonderful things - how smart you were and "hey look at this" and you could almost guess what his family makeup was. He had a brother for sure, but no sisters. You could tell by his confidence and his smile that it was internally happy. Just everything about him was happiness and deep caring. And you deeply cared back.
You could get lost in his ways – how he worried about you and cared for you and wanted to be there for you in your dire moments.
And you sat there and whispered to him things that you should not really say, softly into his ear, because hey – you had both come from the same background anyway.
20 years of the same stuff it seemed, and jointly between you was a smile and a deep caring that only you two would know.
And you knew instantly, ev
How to Write the Perfect Poem.How to Write the Perfect Poem.
Through her misty tears
She wrote about writing
She back spaced
Her smile became a frown
For she could not express
How simple it was
To get lost in
How a simple poem
Made her cry
How could you explain that
How could you say
What it was like to
Cry, as you expressed
What you were trying to say
Trying to tell her
That little girl
That is me
How to love.
Death, you knock on my doorAnd so I said, staring down the long dark tunnel
With booming sounds, with highlighted tears, with questions
Death, you knock on my door
-- I overcame it by asking about death
I was the maker of the world, lost in darkness
Answering questions about my life, seeing my life in the years
And as I breath, I remember the tunnel before me, the time behind me
-- Asking about life and death
I walked forward, knowing it was knocking at my door
The taxi to take me, to walk with me on the highway of life
The reaper, he answered my question, and he was not evil at all
-- One guy told me about dying multiple times
He was nice for the reaper, he smiled at me solidly
Saying he would take me on his ride, he was perhaps even
Nervous, smiling that smile of ki
12. InsanityThis is crazy.
It sure seems hazy.
Why do I keep doing this?
Searching for elusive bliss.
I find myself ever chasing.
From one to the other, racing.
I know what will happen after.
And it sure ain't no laughter.
I can't stand how it makes one feel.
It takes a long time for me to heal.
But for some reason I still do it.
I know, stupid, I must admit.
I keep thinking this is the one.
After all this time, I've finally won.
So how come it never is?
And I just sit here with my frizz.
Why am I the one who always gets hurt?
And want to bury myself within the dirt?
Don't I deserve better?
What, no time for a letter?
Sometimes I think I might be messed up.
But then again who isn't?
Only MeWhat would it feel like,
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
Come BackWill you come back?
I wish you'd return.
But your hatred,
I always seem to spurn.
That's why I did it.
I made things this way.
You know that I had to.
What else can I say?
I really do miss you.
It's so lonely here,
But your wrath,
I really do fear.
Is there a balance.
Maybe I'll ask.
Finding the sweet spot,
Will be quite a task.
If we can be happy,
Just me and you.
There isn't anything,
I wouldn't do.
Waiting on InspirationI see all these messengers,
Spreading their words and meanings.
And I'm sitting here,
With run on sentences,
Or empty pages,
And no coherency.
PityI tell myself that I’m the victim,
That there’s nothing I can do.
I line up for pity,
And collect it like money.
If you get enough pity,
You can be famous.
If you get enough pity,
You’ll be on top.
If you get enough pity,
You might become a hero.
So give me your pity,
And I’ll lick it up,
For I’ll never waste,
This powerhouse I made.
no voice around
only overwhelming darkness
trying to reach
meet the emptiness
what a thrill
where are you now
when I need you
BrokenHow could you do this to me
there was still so much for us to be
every word I said was true
especially when I said I love you
I miss you more every day
and I can’t figure out why you didn’t stay
This pain I feel
is just too real
i constantly wonder if its true
and then cry because im so scared I lost you
I don’t even know what I did wrong
and the amount of pain i’m in makes me wonder if you really loved me all along
I just don’t know what to do
every thought in my mind turns back to you
I love for you will never fade
my heart wishing you would come to my aid
nothing feels right
its almost like I fell on a knife
and then I was left here to bleed
and suffer through the pain of this constant need
wondering if you found someone else
and you stuck me aside like an old book on a shelf
the thought brings me to tears
this constant emptiness I feel consuming me with fear
I don’t know what to do
All I know is that I want and need you
I love you so much
My MindMy mind is full of faults and leaks,
That floods its inhabitants.
A thought I can’t recover,
Swims in this dusty mind.
A scene I can’t forget,
Taunts my waking hours.
An emotion I push away,
Stabs me in moments of weakness.
This mind boycotts my body,
Never allowing a single wish.
Memories intertwine with mirages,
And form something false.
You say it’s easy,
To win against it,
But how are you supposed to fight,
An enemy that lives in the inside?
I'm Nothingcut me open don't even bother to stitch me up
let me bleed out
let me suffer through the pain
let my rotting flesh continue to rot away
let my suffering end with just me
i'm slipping away
let the animals pick at my bones and my organs
just let my heart be
my heart has suffered through enough
i'm greedy and want my heart to be mine and only mine
i'm in an eternal rest
let me slip away into the darkness
let me leave this terrible place
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