The red blazer whispered in my ear
Wear me and he will notice you
His eyes flew to me like glue
What else could I do
Except to blush and say thank you
My mind is a bit askew
On how to read you

It's dark at 4:00 p.m.
So I rush to get home
To Wuthering Heights and cardigans
While winter's darkness fills my gothic soul
And seduces me to the ways of the old
There's a sense of romance when everything is covered in snow

Don't be shocked when
A scornful mock
Results in a block

Hello Poetry
I've been away
But I am back
With more musings in my head

Lights the dark
Gives off heat
And smells sweet

Hi, I'm a raccoon
I climbed a building
To see if I can
Please don't let me land on a moving van
I inched my way to the top
Praying I don't do a belly flop
I needed to rest
So I made a window sill nest
And that seemed to relieve my stress
But I must make it to the top
Because I won't stop
I smell something good
Could it be cat food?
Please God, give me fortitude
I made it to the top
And I didn't drop
I happily ate my cat food
So this is where I conclude

A slip on the ice can ruin your life
An injured hand
Fingers don't bend
Let's not pretend
This is a life in descend
Looking for a godsend
To unbend a hand and
A fragile life to contend