Wednesday, April 5, 2006

   Another poem and some other things
{Music: 'Byakuya(True Light)' Miyamoto Shunichi}
{Current Mood: Surprisingly Happy}
{Working On: Manga, Research Paper -_-, Poems, R-D-V Fan' contest}

On Monday a guy drove into my fence, through my backyard, and into my neighbor's fence almost crashing into his house. The driver also brought down a 16 foot tree. Most likely we have to pay for the damages...

Other than that, I have posted up my latest poem. I tried posting it up earlier, but it wouldn't work(I hope it works this time.) it's called The Bitter Truth (for lack of better title)

My cat is very troublesome.
She would chew cables. She sure is dumb.
When I finally had enough,
I made a decision that was quite tough.
I came to a house that was burgundy red,
Where people said, lived the dead.
I open the door, expecting gore.
But what I saw was a little more.
A woman in long white clothes,
Covered her shoulders down to her toes.
I told her that I wanted to get rid of my cat.
She said once it happened, shell never come back.
I told her it was fine
And that the cat was mine.
She then asked me why.
So I began to lie.
Shes old, I said
And almost dead.
I want her pain to go
I thought the women would say no.
Then her eyes lit up from my lies
And to my surprise
I began to tell her the truth of my cat.
I said it was fat;
That it ate so much,
Its back would hunch.
It would pee on the carpet; it missed the box.
Though its slow, its sneakier than a fox.
She stopped me there
And flipped her hair.
I asked once again, if she would take my cats life away.
She said, Yes, but you will have to pay.
I asked what the price would be.
She said, Dont worry, its almost free.
When we had everything arranged,
I began to feel a little strange.
One more thing, her cold voice said,
Itll be a week before shes dead.
When I got back it was already dark
And my carpet was a red-brown mark.
There my cat spewed up blood,
Yet it was the colored of wet mud.
I thought, Oh well, my cats just sick.
So I made coffee, nice and thick.
I went to bed
To clear my head.
I woke up to a meow,
No, it was more of a pitiful ow.
I opened my eyes
To hear some cries.
The next day,
Its fur no longer grey;
A sleek red coat.
Thick, to gloat.
It still had bad habits,
So I couldnt stand it.
Another day passes,
The cats no longer slower then molasses.
But it still had those terrible habits,
So I couldnt stand it.
On day four,
It stood at my door,
Acting as sweet as can be.
But then, I stepped into its pee.
The next day came
And my cat was no longer the same.
She was smaller now,
I wondered how?
She was perfect,
Without any defects.
Her meows were soft.
There was no pee in my loft.
She was played and fun,
She would jump and run.
I then remembered,
That she was to be to be dismembered.
I went back once more,
To that womans door.
She was there in a white dress.
So I ran in and made a mess.
Furiously, I yelled,
What the hell
The women looked at me.
I was showing you how your cat could truly be,
She said.
By killing her I asked. No, she wont be dead.
I then understood,
Like the woman knew I would.
My cat was fading away from me,
To be somewhere that she could finally be free.
I now know the bitter truth.
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