MY EYES SEE

 

My eyes see the light beyond

where humans hurry to and fro.

My eyes see the darkness inside

where humans have no pride.

They fight and attack each other

with no regard for their species.

They rant and rave over their passions

with little concern for the welfare of others.

My eyes see the good and the bad,

leaving me all too sad.

Meow.

HORROR ‘TAIL’

 

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    Stay away from here.

    Death I cannot bear.

    I’m telling a horror tale

    with each wag of my fine tail.

    Oasis it is not.

    More of a horror spot.

    Tourists disappear

    into the thin air.

    One day they’re right here.

    Next day they’re nowhere.

    THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 45

Do my eyes deceive me?
Can this be true?
A creature is stalking me
Through the dark streets of town.

Eyes black as night.
Cries as soft as the wind.
Sharp claws tapping a sad melody.
It draws closer to me still.

The mansion’s gates yawn open for me.
My feet leave tracks in the mud.
Handprints where I fall in my haste.
Salty tears on the rocks.

The mansion waits in its dark glory
For the innocent and weary.
It sheds its shell like a caterpillar,
But no butterfly does it become.

The creature gains ground.
Stalking in its feline way.
Whiskers in the wind,
Leading its way to me.

One last stumble for me.
My knees graze the rocks.
My fingers climb the steps,
Digging deep into the dirt.

I turn one last time.
The dark one stands up.
Becoming taller and straighter.
On two feet it stands tall.

Its yellow eyes glimmer black.
No whiskers to follow my scent.
White skin for black fur.
Laughter falls from its lips.

He has come for me one last time.
He walks on muscled legs.
Sure and strong is his gait.
For no more does he crawl.

“Come to me!” he says.
“No more games for us to play.”
His hand reaches for mine
As I wait for this game to end.

“I refuse to belong to you.”
My voice shakes in despair.
I will not be a follower
Of The Dead and long gone.

The house swallows me whole.
I am hidden inside its walls.
A maze of rooms for shelter.
Darkness to shield me from harm.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

WEIRD CAT BEHAVIOR

WEIRD CAT BEHAVIOR

funny-gif-1:</p><br /> <p>FUNNY GIF BLOG————»»»&gt;http://gifini.com/</p><br /> <p>Do cats hear or see things that we can’t?

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Do cats hear or see things that we can’t?

 

  • reblog-gif:</p><br /> <p>FUNNY GIF BLOG——-»&gt;http://gifini.com/</p><br /> <p>Is this cat haunted by someone or something?<br /><br /> Or is it just a weird cat?
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Is this cat haunted by someone or something?
Or is it just a weird cat?

 

KING OF THE LAUNDRY BASKET

brooke-candy:</p> <p>G L A M O U R<br /> O P U L E N C E<br /> D I V I N I T Y</p> <p>Hello everyone!<br /> I am the king of the laundry basket.<br /> Not everyone could hold this honor.<br /> You have to be underfoot long enough<br /> to be put into a basket.

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G L A M O U R

O P U L E N C E

D I V I N I T Y

Hello everyone!

I am the king of the laundry basket.

Not everyone could hold this honor.

You have to be underfoot long enough

to be put into a basket.

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

Are you stuck in a glass?<br /> So am I.<br /> Let’s plan our escape together.<br /> How come you don’t talk?

Are you stuck in a glass?

So am I.

Let’s plan our escape together.

How come you don’t talk?

 

  • What else are friends for?

What else are friends for?

 

Hello<br /> I’m here.<br /> And then I’m not.<br /> I’m just in your imagination.<br /> Your creepy imagination.<br /> What else should we conjure up today?

Hello

I’m here.

And then I’m not.

I’m just in your imagination.

Your creepy imagination.

What else should we conjure up today?