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It was a gloomy day for me,
yes it was indeed.
I thought I had lost inspiration,
and that was the end for me.
Oh but then I heard a little
"meow"
and that brought inspiration
to me,
yes it did indeed.
In reward I gave you a piece
of ham,
and you devoured it with
glee.
At that moment I loved you
so much,
I decided to let you into my
house,
also known as my heart.
I was happy as can be,
but then my father came
and took you out.
I was once again sad with
unhappiness.
Oh but then I heard a
"meow" and looked,
it was you indeed,
you had come back
to stay with me.
Oh how happy I was,
I had found inspiration,
that will forever stay
here with me.
PandoraMichaelis
Literature
Die
Die:
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
Literature
Depression
This feeling, it pollutes my very core
Leaving it rotted and tearing apart piece after piece.
It is a black thing, corrupting everything it brushes against
Leaving me in a will drained state.
Depression; a tired rage or sadness
No one has come to understand.
A flash of pain follows every thought of family and friends,
Leaving me with my head in my hands begging for an end.
I have not a single word, not a flick of my tongue;
That can even come close to describing how I feel.
My whole body feels like it is cracking into pieces
Planning to leave me as nothing more than a face smiling in a frame.
I’ve turned all that I loved against m
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I Am Not Dead !!!
You!
Who are you!
Who are you to call me dead.
I am the author.
I am the poet.
These words you read are mine
and mine alone.
On this work
is all rights reserved.
Who.
Who are you
Who are you to say the author is dead.
With each word i breathe.
The rhythm is my pulse.
The poem is my soul's cry from within me
Contained in this written form.
My poetry is evidence of my life.
I am not dead but alive forevermore.
Who are you to call me dead?
Who are you to disregard my intentions
my opinions, my life
in favor of your own ideas.
To disregard me is to disregard my poetry.
Each poem is a piece of me,
whether i distance myself or not.
I
I am sti
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I owe this poem to Hammy the lazy cat,he was the one that brought inspiration to me. 
© 2013 - 2024 PandoraMichaelis
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lol never read a poem quite like this before involving a pet and its owner- kudos for going outside the box...and for this ending up being a very cute poem 
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