MrsNox

1. Once at night when I failed to sleep, I went downstairs for a bit to eat. I bit off more than I tried to chew- when through my tongue my tooth went through! 2. One fateful night by the dim moonlight, I dragged my dusty carpet to the grass outside. I stood upon the thread and I tried to ride, Alas, only the magic carpets fly. 3. Eyes wide open something moves I look down- you're on my shoes, battling lace and kicking heel, I flop down, “No big deal,” 4. Disturbing animals- it's 2am! Will you let me sleep again? Fighting, screaming, drinking- what? These pests are human, not a fox! 5. Waking up is such a chore, I feel like I

I have a cat called Squab, Her fur is pure white snow, She was run over and since then, She's had this eerie glow. I notice it at night, When she curls up by my feet, Her cuddles are now cold, It's like she's void of heat. Squab can walk through walls, And she can float above, Through the ceiling and on the roof, Gazing at the moon with love. Then from on high she's grounded, Just like that, She is the finest, GHOSTLY CAT.

In the morning the seagulls scream nature's crude hello In the morning the sun does gleam wet eyes are filled with glow In the morning when mouths run dry bare feet drag below In the morning I hobble downstairs as I really have to "go".

Dear fly in the living room: Leave me be! Exit out the window- It's over there- see? I can't stand you buzzing or zipping about, In fact your existence is something I could do without! But please don't think that my prejudice against your kind, is anything other than a desired peace of mind.

I count them all, the veins that gleam,   the ageing orange, from brown to green, hanging, falling or between, the branches of the tree. Biting wind chips body, course and broken, old but firm, sanctuary for the small, at the feet acorn and fern, protected by the Oak.

"I met you not too long ago, We were browsing separate sections at Waterstones, You were into fantasy, and I was into comics, We shared a taste of music and distaste for politics, Days later I was at your address, As you stood before me in your summer dress, I was clutching the note where your address was written, The reality was- I was smitten, As a matter of fact I think your friends are fine, And you don't seem put off by any hobbies of mine, Weeks after that I was crashing at your pad, I even have approval from your Mum and Dad, But there's something in my gut that doesn't feel right, When you talk about the future my chest goes tight,

We are living in a zombie apocalypse, but nobody seems to know it, Haggard faces of a broken society, hidden by ridiculous bullshit. People are devoured by hunger and poverty, fighting though it seems hopeless, Trying to survive a crumbling economy, resisting though it is pointless. No one wants to help the little guy, leave him behind- he'll hold us back, The rich hide behind their walls of money, ignoring the cries of those who lack. To keep out the hoards vying for your property, Install a panic room but what's that going to do? When the world has fallen and everyone has turned- The undead bastards will be coming for you too. You're wi

'Control yourself'- My crowded brain seems Too gone to listen, but I fight through the screams. With my head in my hands, As rage fills my body, Nothing can help me but solitude and time. 'Stop being stupid', That tiny voice speaks but it’s drowned out by anger, As I grip my hands into fists. When it subsides, I wipe my face dry, I’m back in control but I’m wondering why. I cannot change it. What is the use? I try to think through it, but it’s just an excuse.