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 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Hailey
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm empty
Because I don't have you.
Don't let other people
Dictate who you will be
Unless it's for the better
then change is necessary

Just because they are rude
doesn't mean you have to blend
by letting bad deeds influence you
will bring your good side to an end

Just because they're angry
doesn't mean there is hate
maybe they cared for you
and their emotions complicate

Just because they doubt you
doesn't mean they're looking down
show them what you're capable of
that you're the fastest ***** in town

Just because you're sad
doesn't mean it is the end
sadness is only temporary
go look for a family or a friend

When you are jealous of others
just give yourself a break
take note that jealousy is a normal feeling
what you feel is not a mistake

When you regret about something
well, there are things you cannot alter
learn the value of acceptance
move on and start a new chapter
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Keiri
Scratched my ears, licked my nose.
Hopped along, tail arose.
Fur is clean, eyes are wet.
Belly is filled, but not full yet.

Grass is green again today
Keeping my cubs at bay.
Trees are once more tall.
Hiding in the hedge, my own wall.

Strange sounds are following my tail.
Sun goes and welcomes the hail.
Food runs out, cubs are dying.
Just lost my son, by a bird flying.

There's food in a can, silver alined.
A thrilling noise, the can chined.
Lost my daughter, a man is near.
Hair in my neck rises of fear.

Last son died of the cold.
I remember last year, losing one on mold.
Snow greets the sun, spring is closing in.
I'm on the run, I stole oncemore from a bin.

My tail grabbed high, by man again.
But he's a bit different, this little man.
He's tiny and soft, and doesn't speak.
He's squishy and noisy, maybe even weak.

It must be a cub, of a human sort.
He's not just tiny, but really short.
He's wet with drool.
He looks like a fool.

I don't care, I bite him anyway.
A noise as loud as thunder, there to stay.
To think he'd let go of my tail.
Gripping firmer I can only wail.

Time passed by, in a room full of bars.
This is better however, living with the stars.
I'm always fed and clean.
No one here is mean.

I must say I was mistaken in men.
Still bite 'em, that who I am.
Passed by several times.
Seen many bars and chimes.

Until the forest meets me oncemore.
No humancub, just green's core.
A bang as loud as a roar.
In front of me, a bleeding boar.

Running from the familiar foes.
I'm not used to it, and hurt my toes.
Picked up by the tail, nearly déja vu.
By the hands of a killer, I can see him through.

He looks a lot like the cub that grew up with me.
The one I bit, scratched and still cleaned my ***.
The one I held and held me back.
Loved me, did I love enough or lack?

For him to look at me with those eyes.
A glare ready to send me to the skies.
A glare that once loved me.
A glare that once set me free.

Someone to see me as a pet.
To love me as a friend.
My throat feels wet...
This is the end.
Another W.I.P. for my mink in the neck project
Whenever I steal a glance at you
No matter how fleeting the image is in my memory
The photographer in me comes to life, trying
Trying to note the focal point of your body
The light source
Shadows, colors, position
blink
The artist in me turns on, and
I secretly trace the outline of your shoulders
I recreate every single strand of your hair
On invisible paper
blink
The poet in me struggles to the surface, attempting
Attempting to describe the texture of the skin
I never touched, the lips I haven't kissed
Wanting to put into words feelings I can't even fathom
blink
All the while, the student in me desperately tries
Not to let the inevitable sigh escape from my lips
In the middle of class
Whenever I steal a glance at you
I don't even know who I wrote this about anymore. Saying I'm confused is an understatement. Good thing is, I've been in a very happy mood recently.
Too many words,
Too many meanings,
Too many feelings,
Not enough of thoughts.
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Cassie
Struggle.
After you.
I need to shower
but I want you on me
as long as you can be
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Cassie
Take my shoes
They are too big to fill
I hate myself
There is no where else for me to go
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