P Is For Pain And PleasureP Is For Pain And PleasureDecember 2007?By: Kitty1297Pick a picture perfect placeWhere people don't need to pay,Pinch me nowI'm probably dreaming . . .A plaque with a pair of namesHand carved into it,We are a paramour in paradisePartners forever,Going through both painAnd pleasure together,Play by having pillow fights,A funny feeling in the pit of my stomach,My pigments grow paleLosing their color,Suddenly, I pine for you,Your passionFor me,Please plant a passionate kissOn my parched lips,Paralyze my physical being,Pacify my placid plaint,When this parody becomes a plan,I will not pitch a fit . . .For you have pinpointedMy love for you!!
HomeHomeNovember 11, 2007By: Kitty1297The oceanBlue and deep,My eyes lock onto it,I wonderIf this is where my home is.Lost in my thoughts,I become part of the ocean . . .Careless and free.
Purpose?Purpose?November 11, 2007By: Kitty1297The dagger that hangs around my neck,The words on this page,The hair on your head,The pictures in that book,The pen on that desk,Everything has purpose,Some more obvious than others,The question is . . .What is my purpose?Why am I here?So many confusing messages,Did God really make us?Or did we just evolvelike scientists say,I may never know my purpose,In the end,I'll have to accept the fact . . .That I don't have a purpose.
Suicidal WormSuicidal WormOctober 16, 2007By: Kitty1297The worm,Makes his wayAcross the track,Minding his own businessAs giant shoes step so close to him.He keeps on moving,Determined to finishHis journey,Until half way across hisLuck runs out and . . .SMUSH!Now the worm is dead,Smashed into the track,His guts everywhere.What was going through his little mind?The soul that some human decided was invaluable.The worm wasnt hurting anyone,Maybe he didnt know what he was doing,Maybe he was just searching for food,Or maybe,Just maybe,He knew exactlyWhat he was doing,He might have beenTrying to commitSuicideBecause he hated hisLife so much.Maybe he was lonelyOr maybe none of the other worms liked him.It could have beenSome sick game,The other worms mightHave dared him to cross the track,Just like people jumpingIn front of cars,Or it could have been fateFor the poor little wormTo die like that.
The Man In The MoonThe Man In The MoonSeptember 24, 2007By: Kitty1297Someone somewhere,Is staring at the man in the moonAt the same time that I am,His chocolate colored curls,Resting against his head,His brown eyes staring,Wishing they couldLook into my sky blue eyes,And there I am,Miles away,My golden hair plastered to my head,Freshly wet from the shower,My smooth lips openAs my teeth are stuck together,I stare out my window,My cheeks rise up,A big smile on my face,Knowing that one day,I'll see him again.
My TeacherMy TeacherSeptember 21, 2007By: Kitty1297He sits there smiling,A twinkle in his eye,Every note that flys through the air freely,A beautiful sound,His fingers moving up and down the neck slowly,As he sits there,Strumming away happily,Forgetting all his troubles,Relaxing as each note feeds his class inspiration,The music calming everyone,Not caring if he makes a mistake.
So Close, Yet So FarSo Close, Yet So FarSeptember 21, 2007By: Kitty1297Purple, yellow, red, orange,All fading into the navy blue sky,Bright lights twinkling,A round ball of cheese floating,The countless memories,A record of historyThat can't be read,Millions of young handsReaching up,Trying to touch the man in the moon,Seeing if he might be realOr just a figment of our minds,Reaching for Luna,So close, yet so far.
MonsterMonsterSeptember 14, 2007By: Kitty1297Sometimes,When I forget to eat,The monster in my stomach gets cranky,He growls and growls,Trying to scare me,Pretending like he owns the place,If he could,He would stomp around,Demanding food,Raiding my fridge,And eating all of my food.