Our cat sleeps between us
on the mattress we laid on our living room floor.

She finds the warmth and sticks to it.
Her knees are weak from surgery.
It's undesignated where she chooses to sit.
For the past couple weeks, she doesn't seem too hungry.

She's a witness to the demons that saunter out of me
Pulling me back within myself.

She lays on my chest
She lays between your legs

K for keeping me alive
I ,that makes me strive
No one knows unconsistently 
D' one that got from me

Nostalgia for the very first time
I lost but then I gain lesser than I thought of it
Cause it star struck me the most to where should i all put those little words uneven
Engulf me to my distinct parallel sight

Courses are just the extra to itself
Undesignated places to whom we should put together
That all things are possible and the impossible is just a tolerated negative thought we resolve all day at once
Electrified and the unsignificant one we all seen by our naked visual eyes.

If it is capable of manipulation,
What’s the matter of just a few self-evaluation?
I apologized for the confusion,
When you could rationally function.
                            
                                ­                   - The undesignated

Flooded mind in an arid desert existence
my oasis is a
square peg in Maslows hierarchy.
feed me paper plated possibilities
while my lungs burn
for ink stained atmosphere.

Outsider,
silent observer and undesignated critic -
the ticking never stops
without poetic deconstruction
of societal wastleland shaped bombs.

Born into this
I decry my morbid existence,
spent in solitude
spent in hunger,
as amorphous animalistic anger
festers until light rises
out of clear sighted verses.

Torpefied torment only cured
by hospitalized hour handed
time spent,
without relent
in my parabolic chair
of destined emphatic expression.

Born into this,
my perennial poets curse