Sometimes

Sometimes she got so
Very
FULL
Of things
Once more
Unsaid,
She feared the words
Would force themselves
Out of her skin,
Tearing a place
In the ether
With razor tipped
Fingers.

Because sometimes
There was just
NO WAY
Of saying what should
Be said.

Not without....... more.

But why did it burn so much,
That,
That,
Feeling,
That what was really meant was....
How
Dare she
Take the lid of her box.
Hmm.
Well guess what?
The lid was off,
And now,
Well now..

THERE ISN'T A BIG ENOUGH BOX.

The Universe Game

Why can't we play,
The Universe game,
The one where we make the rules?
Why can't we make
The heavens stop
When the fates have hit us cruel.
Why can't we play
The Universe game,
The one where we never loose?
When things are not the way we want,
Why can't we be the ones to choose?

Cheese

D'you know,
The mouse thought finally,
I've had enough of cheese,
I'm going to change my diet
And I'll eat just what I please.

And scampering
Quite dangerously
Across the kitchen floor,
He dived head first
Into the bin
That stood beside the door.

Oh joy! Oh bliss!
What tastes he found
Such food should serve a king.
Not langulish rotting,
Just a bit,
In some black plastic bin.

He had to tell,
He had to share this bounty
With them all,
And soon the mice from all around
Came to his eager call.

But such nirvana could not last,
The humans saw to that,
And the last thing happy mouse saw,
Was the jaws of a smiling cat.