Normally I'm kind
I'm always cracking jokes
Making everyone laugh

I put others before me
I let them treat me
whatever way they want
not caring if its wrong

My words, my bark
is worse then my bite
I can threaten with words
but could never raise my fist

But
you
have
pushed
me
to far

I'm sharpening my fangs
Getting my claws all nice and sharp

I may have a long fuse
But you just lite it
and soaked it in gasloline
KABOOM

Better run
Better Hide
I will find you
and then you will
really know
what My bite
can do

>:-)

"i love you"
that's the phrase you always
tell me.
our hands entangled with
a soft hymn, and
meeting eyes in a
secluded space.
you brought the love i've
been hunting for .
soft kisses of delight,
be mine.

The Leopard
The Fox
and the Kitty
a very unlikely bunch
different in every aspect

The leopard
Speaking his mind
Opinions spewing
the oldest
but maybe not the wisest

The fox
The fighter
The poet
she is the youngest
but definatlly the wisest

The kitty
Court jester
most subborn
tap dancing her way through life

But somehow
these three make it work
Protecting eachother
always have the others backs
The perfect disfuncional
Three musketeers

Maybe if they had fought more.
Maybe if they had yelled or screamed.
It wouldn't have been as great of a shock.

I had no warning.
No hint at all.
They covered up the signs so well.

On the day they told us.
The news stabbed my heart.
The tears, I couldn't hold back.

My family was splitting apart.
Daddy was moving out.
He and Kellie were getting a divorse.

It shattered my world.
It tore traditions apart.
My world was never the same.

My hopes that maybe they would get back together.
Were smashed to microscopic peses.
The day Daddy intruduced us to his new girlfriend.

It's been over two years.
And the pain hasn't gone away.
It still seems like a terrible nightmare.

I lay quietly in my bed.
The open window above my head blows the soft blue curtain over me.
I sit up and go behind the curtain.
I open the window a little more.

The cold night wind whips my face.
It feels good against my burning skin.
I rest my head on the window sill and close my eyes.
The sounds of the night comes rushing to my ears.

I hear crickets playing their dispair filled songs.
While the hedge sways in the wind with their old bones cracking.
A distant dog barks at the night shadows.
A lonely car drives by its tires spitting pebbles.

Behind the curtain with the window open.
The moon shining it's light down on my.
It feels like a whole other world.
So peaceful and beautiful that only I know

As I sit on the picnic table
that is supported by the deck
I absorb the scenery
That is all around me.

I see the little nest that had been deserted
and left to protect itself against
the harsh winter that lay ahead.

I look down to see the snow covering
the ground's true beauty and wonder
if the snow will ever go away.

Then I look at the old tree with
its bare limbs coated with a layer
of the two week old snow.

All of a  sudden a little gray squirrel
climbs over the rusted old fence thinking
he will find some acorns in my backyard,
only to find he had been wrong.

I guess  I never really noticed how beautiful
my backyard could be.
I always thought it
was like everyone Else's,

but as I sit on this picnic table
I see the true beauty
that the snow has hidden all winter long.