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Mar 2016 · 820
Orange Tabby Cat
Orange tabby cat,
With your white under coat,
Why did you leave me,
Along these slopes?

For six years,
You laid in my bed,
I gave you love,
And kept you fed.

I brushed your fur,
And gave you a name.
Now I feel ashame.
I take the blame.

I left the door open.
Didn’t shut it in time.
There wasn’t enough bravery in,
My voice to call you mine.

The rainfall was quick.
So were the tear drops from my eyes.
I never realized,
You're my hope in disguise.

I sit down now,
Breathing the air.
Wanting to scream words,
No lion would dare.

Your pur was my lullaby at night.
Your fur was my blanket.
Your meow was my heart aching,
And now you’ve gone and taken it.

Orange tabby cat,
Out with my concern,
Come home to me.
Be smart and learn.
Mar 2016 · 276
Ode to a Feeling
This feeling is mutual.
Liking the sandpaper scrape on my knee.
I never wanted two duals.
So I guess I got three.

I can't help but say,
Thank you for this day.
This feeling made it possible,
It’s not even audible.

The pain in the back of my head,
Reminds me of this feeling.
It tells me to go to bed,
And stop breathing.

One day I’m sure,
They’ll find a cure,
They will never start cancelling,
For this chemical off balancing.

Ode to a feeling,
This is precious.
Sounds like it has no meaning,
But it’s breathless.
Mar 2016 · 492
My Words to You
My words through technology,
Are of no comparison to what I can say,
And do in person,
For showing my love.

But I can still have them be a close second.
It’s really all so crazy.
It’s an endless amount of magic,
That I can’t bring myself forth to realize.

It’s miraculous and wondrous.
You. You are the center of my universe.
You're my sun, my moon, my stars, my galaxy.
My Jovian-Plutonien Gravitational effect.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’re mine. All mine.
I won’t let anyone else have you,
As long as I’m with you.

Me. I’m me. Taking it all in,
Enjoying every little bit of it.
Every Time you inch closer,
To me at the lunch tables.

Every time we both enter our little world,
And no one else is there but us.
Every time we hold hands.
Every smile we pass to each other.

Every time you look at me with,
adoring eyes.
I cherish those moments.

Every moment that I know you’re all mine,
I cherish that. I love you so much,
it’s an unbreakable bond in my heart now.


The worst of things could try to break it,
And yet it would still prevail.
The reason why I’ve stayed is simple:
Even if you break my heart,
You’re the reason why it heals.

Us. We are unique together.
I’ve never had a relationship like this,
And I want to continue having a relationship like this,
Who wouldn’t.

It’s amazing just how much I love you,
And am devoted to us.
The definition of love is to feel a deep,
Romantic attachment to someone.

I have not been clingy in my past,
I don’t think, but in this one,
I can say I am. So the word attachment,
Suits me well.

I think the world of you.
I don’t care if the world is composed,
of billions of people.
I want you. I love you.

End of story,
And beginning of our’s.
Mar 2016 · 506
What has the World Come to?
What has the World Come to?
What has the world come to?
We stand at the curb of the church we just exited,
Our friends passing by, messing with the rest of it.
Their mouths not filtering what they say.
Their bibles replaced with crack *******.

Our teachers told us, “Think before we speak.”
What about our actions out on these streets?
With all the muggings, **** and war,
What were they ever teaching for?

To let some children out on their own.
To be knocked off their holy throne?
To be convinced and influenced,
That violence won’t ruin what we have known.

And now we have kids, barely teens,
Minors who speak what they mean,
No matter how hurtful
How broad,
They still get their point across.

To the girl at night,
Sitting on her bed.
Calling the National Suicide Hotline,
Due to all the blood thrushing out her head.

To the guy holding a gun,
At the store across the street,
Meetings ends with,
Whomever he meets.


To the middle aged ****** predator,
Eyeing his next female acting,
When they were,
Never really asking,
For the lashing.


And now our children look up,
To people who skip hook ups.
Go straight to the beds,
Not resting their heads.

Drugging the girl they just saw,
And opening her jaw.
Giving her tasks beyond her will,
Not even letting her swallow the pill.

What has the world come to?
A black man getting called out
By the police officer
Just cause he looks suspicious
For what?
Being a black man?

Mommy finding out
Daddy isn’t coming home tonight
He got shot up by the officer,
Who was white.

What has the world come to?
Riots in New Orleans.
Shops filled with magazines of
Plastic beauty queens.

Kendall Jenner is making a stand,
With  her wealthy family,
Of rich botox clans.

What has the world come to?

— The End —