Little Voice

A new hope
in light of a new opportunity
dawns upon me
I question this fortune
Is it a blessing in disguise
or a mistake that
God forbid, I'm about to make?

The little voice whispers
Deep, somewhere in my soul
At times it rejoices
At times it screams out in despair
But now, it whispers
Signifying what?
I ponder...

Random Wonder

As I walk down the street,
I stare at the occasional cat,
Down my sides my fingers pat,
Hoping, strangely enough, to see a bat.

I know it's weird,
I know it's queer,
Who would care in the world,
Rushing by, bother a bit of care.

Purpose of life,
I need to know,
Creator of Life,
Please, let me know.


*I know it seems pretty weird that I'm commenting on my own poems..but I notice some flaws as I re-type it here...I'm not editing it so as to protect it's authenticity, in respect to the time I composed it. And I also know that the first and the following stanzas in this poem..haha..clearly has got no connection...Anyways, this is what I meant when I said earlier that my poems can be crappy at times..! haha

The Crappy Substitute

Here in this dingy classroom,
Sits the 37 of us,
Along with the crappy substitute,
Get lost, will you?
Goes the thought in my head.

Shitty, shitty,
Written on her head,
Crappy, crappy,
That's so her teeth,
Wonder if she ever brushes 'em,
Yeah, like once in a century.

*I know this sounds kinda rude...but couldn't help it. The teacher was really annoying..lol..