The Mouse

Silently creeping through my house
Silently lurking in my kitchen
Silently feasting on my food


Loudly flapping against my glue trap
Loudly fighting for his life


Silently suffocating in my plastic bag
Silently dying in my garage

I miss you

The sun still shines
the rain still falls
just like every other day
the days go on
I miss you

You didn't hear about my first date
You didn't see me graduate
I missed you

I'll go away in the fall
but you'll never get my call
to tell you
I miss you

The day I get married,
I won't see your face,
you and your smile,
your loving embrace
I'll miss you

You were there for my first breath
I was there for your last,
So final is death
I miss you

A Poem Is...

An Emotional Outlet
For
my thoughts
and feelings
without
       R  E  S  T  R  I  C  T  I  O  N
  no rhyme
      no censorship
          no RULES
                          U
                          N
                          L
                          E
                          S
                          S   I want to

         Just what I
   think  feel  believe
       put
            D
              O
                W
                   N
                      in written form
 the only
        form    

addiction: part two

I never saw your eyes,
Or your ugly face
I just want you for your body
I want to have a taste


I don't need potatoes
I just want me some meat
Turn up the oven
And feel the heat


You and I meeting
That was just fate
Take you out of the oven
And fill up my plate


Mr. Turkey you were awesome

Addiction

I wear dark glasses,
to cover the shame
I avoid people,
to cover the pain


My body is covered,
with bruises and tracks
I swear I'll quit you,
but I keep going back


My world is in darkness,
but you give me light
You'll kill me one day,
this may be true
I live for that day,
just me and you

Anticipation

Saturday morning
10 o'clock
All are sleeping
'Til there's a bang at the door
Death strolls in
And she brought coffee!

snow

light flakes of snow
float softly towards the ground
but since it is April
and not a time for snow
perhaps a homeless man
is scratching his head
on my roof
right above my bedroom window
that would explain why
for it is much too warm for snow

hygiene

in my dream
dark, black, soulless eyes
watching my every move
the smell of evil
filling my nostrils
i awake
sickened
my dog should brush his teeth

pepto bismol

woke up this morning
my tongue was black
ahhh im dying
should have read the label
on the medicine pack