Kittens Revenge

"laugh all you want"
the cat says to the other animals,
head held high and proud.
"why do I have to be so inferiour?"
he really says in his head,
feeling weak and useless to be nothing more than-
"a worthless helpless kitten"
mocked by the other animals,
bigger, stronger, and much more viscous.
"one day"
the kitten reminds himself,
"one day i will be better than you"

cats bliss

the black cat hides
under golden/orange leaves.
confused on the troubles of the world,
he hold his head high.
alone and cold,
disconnected from the world.
fallow the warmth,
helping hands are hard to find,
the chill holds nothing to desire.
let me see your bruises,
hold them high for everyone to see
harm is one way of saying im better than you.
oblivious the black cat plays,
in that sand box of the corrupting world.

9 ways of looking at ones self

reflections
paint my pains,
along side my facade.

mud-
be one with your dirt
it created you after all.

sky-
reach for the unreachable
dissapointment comes with looking down

bleed-
feel the pains of ignorance
its only matrial items adding to miseray

feel-
second hand emotions tend
to the pain of pleasure

strive-
pushing yourself harder
to end back at the start

create-
abstract portions of reality
pices of your self left behind

dull-
vegatate to something soothing
waste the hours of life you wont have in death.

reflect
looking back once more
find what can define you

four ways to view a serial killer

i see this human
as nothing more than a human,
but, a human gone mad.

i know this person,
i know them as family,
loving, caring, and SANE.

i love this person,
full of mistakes,
a deciver, yet, loved and loving.

i am this prisoner,
i am sane and intellagent,
you never knew it was coming.

contradict

say something,
burn the ears of the critics
with the sharp words of-
contradiction.
fire is like water,
opisites combined
to be nothing more than-
emptyness.
say what you will,
listen to nothing
that will drag the creative dragon-
to- his- death.
hold your tongue,
listen once in a wile
to every word as it spins to become-
contradicted.

coffee house

november 30th
sussex elks lodge
open mic/coffee house
$5 to get in
drinks and snacks avalable
$1 off if you bring in canned food,hat,coat,bootz,gloves
only $1 off no matter how many items sry guys
hope to see you there

unplugged/relaxed inviornment
poetry,acustic music,comedy ect.

come on its a friday!!!!
8-11

mother may i

"mom my friends are going to the movies and..."
"no..."
"but.."
"i said no"
"why not?"
smack
silence
"dont talk back to me young lady"
defeted girl goes back to her room in silence
"mom can i go to the .."
"no"
why not?"
smack
"i told you not to talk back to me"
"i gave you life i can take it away"
the famous saying burns as she walks to her room defeated
"mom...um....can"
"no"
"i dident even finishe what i was saying"
"i dont care its still no"
"but"
smack
"one more time your pushin it"
"i gave you life i can take it away"
once more defeated by the words of challangeing powers
"mom.."
"no"
"im not asking for anything"
"yes you are and no"
"but"
smack
"i gave you life i can take it away"
"thats just it mother....you gave me life now please...show me how to live"
silence
the mother walks away defeated by the answer she dose not have

heart

"hold out your hand"
he wispers to her
so she does
"keep this in your pocket"
he wispers to her
so she does
"squeez it untill its a puddle"
he wispers to her
so she does
he
drops
dead.

write

whats in a word?
is there anything?
anything more than
the same blank page in front of me?
than why write?
not for school.
not for buisness(spelt that wrong)
not for friends.
than why?
i find many asking this.
but i will tell you my reason,
if your willing to listen.
i write
because a blank page kills me.
i write
because some wont.
i write
because some cant find the words i can.
i write
because my life is too complacated to speak out.
i write
to show an opinion.
i write
because i want to.
i write
so you can understand me.
i write
so everyone can share my soul for just a few minuts
so tell me one thing...
how do you feel about writing now?

home for christmas?

snow-
cold and heartless
only at this time
will one be thought so negative
heat-
cozy and comforting
snuggle up to the fire
when summer comes youll hate it
hot coco-
comforting and soothing
drink it away
its no better than your whisky
i'd like to introduce
what you always ignore
this cold time of year
HOMELESSNESS
bundeled up jackets-
smelly and ripped
the ones you were saving
shoved in a shopping cart somewere for the summer
whisky-
warming and soothing
its what you bought
the little sparechange you forund through out the summer
fire-
warm and unforgiving
watch the flames
see the familys that have heat in their homes throught the eyes of a flickering flame
snow-
cold------ and heartless.

random

im ganna say this once
so listen up close
weather your a friend or a foe
or stright up ghost
i will be who i want to be
never anyone else
like me or love me
their will be no warning bells
if you gotta problem
tell me to my face
if its something i can solve
ill put them in their place
i am brutaly honest
beleive it or not
i have nothing to hide
cant put me on the spot
see i know your game
and i refuse to play
i do what i need to
leave you with nothing to say
so do what you can
try harder next time
im ending this now
it got real hard to rhyme

rant.....ish

ok sometimes i feel like im the only one who is posting or looking at others work!!!! lol
idk im just bored there will prolly be a poem above this if im bored enough lol


yea...

bye

psycho babbleing(hay whats a blog for?)

take a step back from life see how your movin through with it. is it worth it? will it last? are things the way you want them? or are they the way people want them to be? is it scocialy acceptable? or odd? do you care? realy? do you? are you sure theres not something your worried about? do you care how people see you and the way they think of you? if not than why do you think about the dram so much? yes its funny but is it worrying you? thats the question now isent it? what move do you make next? this is what you need to think about. do oyu serve your self or do you continue to submit to the social confines that have been set for you?

come back in a year

cough
the pain of the street
live out on your own
see if you can see me
dig deeper
feel your self slip away
understand
pain dont play
find what you think
to be your truth
your life? your objects?
your fancy bluetooth?
come back in a year
after living deprived
tell how you feel
do you feel alive?
find the comforts
you take forgranted
eat the same seeds
that you couldent get planted
rethink your life
live with nothing
go through what i have
hows your will for fighting?

title? (suggestions will be nice here too)

haunt me,
drive me insane.
hold back on your thoughts ,
stop the mind game .
play me not
for i will roll
particapate
pass the ball
im not what you think
so hand me the torch.
this isent a farytail
or a story on the porch.
summer or winter?
asked the boy in his boots.
remember me not ,
get in touch with your roots
reach for something else ,
groping for unfiled edges.
feel the pain
forget your pledges.
square your self away
ignorant of change.
cozy on your couch
your the one to blame.

title?? (suggestions will be good)

As I lay dying With nothing left to do:
I think of all the times
I’ve been betrayed by you.
While I was crying
You wandered my heart.
While you were playing
You were tearing me apart.
I felt completely worthless,
So I wish to take my life.
Suffering from the pain
Caused by the blade of a knife.
Pretty red rain
Falls from her throat;
I wish it were me
Dumped from the boat.
But I’ll wake up,
Now that you’re dead.
Later, go back to sleep
And do it all again.
I’ve seen too much of you
but yet know nothing.
We need to recoil ourselves
so we can become something.
We were but one,
now separated.
I hate you but love you
it get so complicated.
I thought I couldn’t live without you
and it may be true.
We need to sever for now,
if not I may lose you.
Never has anything come between us,
but now we’re far apart
and we need to think
of what we want in our hearts.
Our love felt real,
but now seems like fiction.
I don’t want to lose you:
this is love’s contradiction.

Cold

Dilutions of hope
Images I see
No matter what I do
There is no hope for me
Slowly dieing Of my own dust
Wish I could get out
wander around dusk
Nothing can keep me
Nothing to hold
I just keep falling
ALONE AND COLD
Im used to the darkness
The horror of my life
One day I will be gone
Taken by the blade of the knife

Fall

Fall again
With amber leaves
The smell of death
Haunts the warm breeze
Cold gusts of wind
To chill the bone
a greeting to the creatures
Who walk alone
Fire, blood, and rust
Reflections of a scene
Something some enjoy
But to most seem obscene
Waving back and forth
The fire of the trees
Wind chimes blaring
Like the ratteling of keys
This is fall
Back for another year
Haunting all of warmth
Striking all to fear

"whats wrong"

"im not crazy"

he says as the rain runs down his face,

wondering how he became so different

from the human race.

disgrunteled thoughts eat at him,

as he slowly fades away.

back into the shadows

were he is shunned to stay.

crys for help and ignorance

wishing he was dead.

"am i different from the world?"

"or is it all in my head?"

he wonders why he cannot sleep

noctournal as the night

look away

he has no will to fight