Writing stuff.

So I was just stumbled back to my myspace account for some odd reason thought I would go dumpster diving to see what was still on there. I dug up these old poems I wrote in college...long ago in 2006. Some of them got put in this arts book called SLAM the college puts out. Hooray! Published!

Number Two on Strike

Scratch, Write, Erase

Crumple another page

Im getting kind of tired

of this lousy writer

They use and abuse

From top to bottom

As they chase

The perfect words to

say what they say

While they use me

till Im weathered away

Till I can not take back

The words that they scratch

Till I can not erase

Till they can not write

Those emotions and feelings

that are on their mind

Its always my fault

when they can not find

the write things to say

Like right now

I refuse.

I don't want to rhyme

I don't want to keep time

Damn, there I go again

Doing what they want

Now Im so dull and blunt

Cause I followed their lead

Oh will they ever see

While youre trying to make sense I'll

be just another pencil

to you.

TOM CAT

You saunter in

with your confident strut

Your smooth and subtle stealth

A tom cat.

Your eyes gleam mischief and pride

Doing exactly what you want

when you want

Giving attention when you feel

Your back itching

Wanting me to scratch

When and where you want.

You leave quietly

with your tail sticking in the air

As if to wave me goodbye

To tell me I was lucky

I had you around and

Look out for the next time

You'll want me to satisfy

Your Itch.