Things I say when I'm tired

The cat watches bugs,
From his place on the rug,
And he doesn't know,
I'll be gone, til I go.

The clothes in the wash,
Go slishedy slosh,
But they'll soon be packed,
In an oversized sack.

My eyes, they are tired,
But my mind is still wired.
As for what's on my mind,
It's like wheels that grind.

The planes overhead,
Don't realize my dread,
Or excitement or fear,
As the moment draws near.

Senses

It just comes natural,

The feelings I feel,

They gnaw

Claw

Scratch

And bite

Like a tiger in a cage,

A tremendous rage,

Or the ocean.

Wave after wave,

After furious wave.

They make me sing,

They make me dance,

They make me cry,

They make me fly,

But I will have them 'til I die.

Why my mouth stays silent,

While my heart is so loud,

And my head quiets down,

When you are around,

I will never understand.

But your influence lives on,

In the things that I do,

In the places I go,

In my courage,

That I never thought I had until you.

Perhaps these feelings infernal

Will live on eternal,

In that actions I make,

And the words that I say,

And the hearts that I break.

I hate love

I hate the stupid butterflies,

That dance when you're around.

I hate the way I feel like I'm,

So far above the ground.

I hate the pure delusion,

That everything's alright.

I hate the way I feel when I,

Am all alone at night.

I hate how much I love the feeling,

I utterly despise.

I hate how it controls me,

With just a meeting of the eyes.

But most of all, above all else,

What's horrible and lame...

I hate the way I know that you,

Will never feel the same.

Writing poetry with Raven

Raven and I wrote this poem, and now I'm attempting to revive my blog with the power of poetry.  BEHOLD!

the forest is green

all but the trees

weve got all we need

and some extra fleas

the only sound the river

as it burbles and glugs

no people to bug us

just actual bugs

in hiding we go

when night finally falls

you snuggle up with

your rock-made dolls

and as others are sleeping

alone in their beds

and can't get their worries

outside of their heads

dreams of nature

and sad little faeries

dance through your 

minds great prairies

through your mind's eye

they frolic and prance

and you can't take your eyes

off their magical dance