The Tiger

And through the undergrowth
I did not see
The orange and black stripes
That had once called to me
 

Not a sound made
Not an animal spooked
And yet the tiger stalks
Through the dark and thick undergrowth

What makes up the undergrowth
Is scary and unknown
For this is where the weeds have grown
And only the tiger can see because he is prone unlike you and me

Black and orange surrounds me now
And all of a sudden I hear him growl
Then I know that all is real
And I am surrounded by the tiger who is very near

Heart of ice
Teeth like thorns
Eyes like stars

And a voice that sounds like thunder

And the tiger breaths
The air unseen
Rumble, Growl
And he speaks to me

He prowls the land
As if his own
And he captures his prey
Now, almost all is okay

Sharp claws dig into the soft ground
The warm breath seeps through his teeth
His star light eyes pierce through the darkness
And his golden fur like the setting sun, moves like lightning

Love, Pride, and Joy

Soft golden fur with swirls of orange

Basking in the warm summers glow

He tosses and rolls on the raggy carpet

Until his fur is no longer smooth

His fur as soft as fleece

And he nuzzles my neck

The feeling of love and caring emerges me

And his little head burrowing into the ness of my hair

His voices like the high pitch strum of a violin

As he announces what he’s feeling, it echoes, never ending

And when he hums, it’s like a thousand angels playing their harps

It’s so magnificent in its way, it’s almost impossible to describe

When he relives himself, it doesn’t smell like flowers and sunshine

It has a very fowl smell, one that will make you cry

But even though the smell is death, I don’t mind it

But I do not care for this, for he is my love, pride, and joy

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A Wretched Heartache

I'm in love with someone who's 468 miles away from me and I cant do anything about it. 
I try to forget and move on, but I cant let go no matter how hard I try. 
He is a ghost who haunts my dreams
And where every I go, he is always there. 
I am cursed at the thought of the kiss on my cheek that he wont remember. 
And here as I try to hold back, I bring myself to tears. . .

Sometimes i cant quite write my poetry to sound just right, so that whom ever reading can understand what my heart is whispering to my soul...