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Awright!
I'm not even going to bother writing a whole new collection of new poems. So...Feel free to flame my old poems. Yesh, my fellow gaians, I, Rodent trap, though it may not seem so, am a poet. Cool.

No title...Yet
Kill the man who defiled you
Let him think of what he's done.
Let his mind wander,
before his blood doth run.
Watch the red spill down the blade,
add colour to your soul.
Free yourself of feelings,
and in that jagged hole
will forever rest your hatred
which made you oh, so cold.

My cat is a psychologist
You graced my lips with yours,
and I melted in your mouth.
Until one day you spat me out
like some sick and disgusting trout
that made me want to shriek and shout:
"Good LORD! I feel like-"
"Honey, please let Whiskers out,"
My mother,
understanding,
wary,
like some sick and twisted
fairy.
Well Whiskers, it's just you and me.
And while I know you need to pee,
before I let you out, my pet,
I've got emotions and regret
that here inside me soul feel too
cramped.
And my heart is like outside:
Damp.
"Prown?" you ask me,
impatient,
Like the cat you are,
complacent.
Suddenly the room's less dark
And at my bedroom window: Hark!
Your voice,
your lips,
your deep, dark eyes,
you couldn't stay long in disguise,
you love me, yes-
And I love you.
Mental note as I tie my shoe:
Yes, I know I'm not some trout,
but: Forgot to let Whiskers out.

Point of view 1
The future is bleak
and my wrists are red
"Don't talk to strangers,"
That's what momma said.

I'm tied up tight
in a foreign bed,
"Don't talk to strangers,"
echoing in my head.

One pair of eyes
filled up with fright.
"Don't talk to strangers,''
I scream with all my might.

One pair of eyes
counting all the tears shed
"Don't talk to strangers,"
That's what momma said...

Point of view 2
The future is bleak
and my wrists are red
"Don't talk to strangers,"
That's what momma said.

I'm tied up tight
in a foreign bed,
"Don't talk to strangers,"
echoing in my head.

One pair of eyes
filled up with fright.
"Don't talk to strangers,''
I scream with all my might.

One pair of eyes
counting all the tears shed
"Don't talk to strangers,"
That's what momma said...

Point of view 2She looked so fine
with her eyes so wide,
her licorice lips
pressed against mine

She looked so good
with her face so pale
Brave as a lion
but as feeble as shale

She looked so great
with her gaze full of fright
kicking and screaming
with all her might.

She looked so swell
with her head bowed low,
cheeks so wet
and breaths so slow...

Beneath our mother's glare
The glass hits the pavement
like our heads against the air.

Whizzing by
the fireflies
beneath our mother's glare.

You reach out,
I take your hand,

wrecking footprints
in the sand,

dashing dreams,
or so it seems,

a world with you to share...

I close my eyes
and count to five,
beneath our mother's glare.

Fin.

xd I liked it. It's cute, and you're doing well with rhyming.

Hers
It's not surprising, it's her only fear,
for there is no light where her feet doth tread
and her life is hanging by a thread
which withers and wanes with each passing year.

The embers die softly on the hearth
And as her world turns violent red
Your eyes and mouth fill up with dread
She prepares to leave this very earth.

It's not surprising, it was her only fear,
for there's no room for life in the face of death
and she whispers upon her very last breath
a desperate plea that none will hear.

Oog. I know. I didn't even mean to put that up on the internetz. I must have been smoking something. Or maybe, when I was walking the dog, I walked past some marijuana smokers and had a good whiff of second-hand pot. X3