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 Mar 2015 Ant
Poetic T
What is a wet cat called?
"Stupid"
That's what the fish gurgled
That's what they laughed,
There bubbles of ridicule
Burst on my submerged ****.

I'm glad none took a bite, they
Were meant as lunch, but a wash
Was all I had.For they were but a snack,
A meal to be had, but I was the
Last laugh, as cats and water don't
Mix like fish and dry land.

I'm glad there memory fades, and
Doesn't last, for how could I keep
This a secret, that a cat out played
By fish in a bowl who got the *last laugh.
 Mar 2015 Ant
Vanessa Gatley
Crumble
 Mar 2015 Ant
Vanessa Gatley
I crumble like everyday
  Tears rolling down my cheeks
  Thinking and knowing that I
  can't have u
   That I can't become what you want me
  To be
  Bad thing is there's nothing for me
  To show my inner glow
   my smiles in my eyes
   The brightness in my  teeth
 Mar 2015 Ant
Poetic T
And all lips were sewn
So that the word was
Never spoken, not uttered
Under darkened breath.
Whispers were its key
And that lock was now shut.

For with out word what can
Spread it lies upon the listening
World, all was silent, mumbling
Echoes of a now restrained voice.

Evil is one word, its is four letters
Two Syllable that can spread, but
Now it is unspeaking, rejoice knowing  
That words are sealed. Kept from
The ears of those susceptible
To the whispers of corruption.
Of moments clouded, but a single
Now forever sewn closed *words.
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