That Cat

He died on a sunday
Oh Tiger my pet
And that is one sunday
I'll never forget
For that evil cat
Haunts me still in my sleep
The nights are so restless
The days, I can't eat
That cat was a menace
The very first day
That stupid cat told me
Only one could stay
So I faught tooth and nail
Fang and claw all the day
And finally that cat
Was that night put away
I'll never forget
That weary sunday night
For that cat, that damn cat
Put up a good fight
© 2005

Like a person after my own heart I couldn't have said it better... and you know I can spit! lol Poetry wise you know you know hehehe


Never again will I put myself to shame for silly drops of rain. Put my recollections into prima donna retrograde. Searching for myself. An underage philosopher unsure whether she is ahead of or behind her time. A lyricist, a dancer, a musician, an actress, a creator, a destroyer, a lover.\ Maybe someday I'll start taking my own good advice. But until then I'll journey onward and love every minute. This could be your last breath. Did you feel it, did you savor it? Did you let the rush fill you from head to toe, revitalizing you? Take nothing for granted. This is life. There are no gaurantees.

-Steffi McLemore

Vampire Poetry Contest

I don't remember if i posted this yet or not but oh well


Angel of darkness, thus be it, my name
Resisting the blood lust, embrasing my pain
No one can tame me, a beast I am not
Put me to sleep, silver bullet, one shot
I am the hunted, the haunted, the dead
Feared by the hunter with blood crimson red
Skin pale, snow white, dusted cherry red lips
I'll die, burning touch, fire red finger tips
Kill me today, staring straight at the sun
I'll sink into hell, giving in to the one
The only, my master, my lord, Mon amor
The devil to whom my devostion I swore
His touch burns inside giving life to my skin
His eyes light me up I am no longer dead
Dance in the darkness, get lost in our sin
Apocolipse, future, the end will begin
© 2005


I wrote it for a Vampire poetry contest. I like it. So ya.