by Sland | Jun 16, 2006 | Poetry
It’s frequently said, after I’ve gone to bed, That I might have a terrible trait, It’s not that I drool, pick my nose or am cruel, It’s more that I’m deaf ‘coz I’m eight. It’s also been said, that I’m easily led, And I really could do with some...
by Sland | Jun 16, 2006 | Poetry
If only I could reach the handle, To open the door so shiny bright, And get my paws on the cold white nectar, Then drink it all by the built in light. If only they could see how much, I’m tempted when they pour it out. I watch it falling in their coffee, Tumbling from...
by Sland | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
These pills that I’m taking to help me be strong Are they making me better? Fixing what’s wrong? Are they helper or hindrance, problem or cure? Or maybe just crutches to help me endure? Big green ones, the white ones the tiny round yellow For something so...
by Sland | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
He’s shouting again though it brings him more pain Far more hurting to him than to me I try hard not to cry though the tears in my eyes Make it dreadfully hard to see. I wish he could see what his screams do to me As he lashes my ears with his tongue For I can...
