Fangala the Flying Feline

O' Stale Pastry, gaunt and gray, I ate you on a better day. Your flaky shell's like a crab gone dry, so sour it could make me cry. I sadly ...

I'm not good enough for heaven, I'm not bad enough for hell, and I might go somewhere in between, but Purgatory's full.

The dawn filters through the smog going up like last night's coffee went down heavy and bitter in the empty stomach. The black cat's paws are clotted with olive-green sludge ...

this is told from the point of view of a pyromaniac lady-in-waiting. Um...yeah...PLEASE read and review! Making love to torches To lick their liquid residue To melt myself in orbs ...

each paragraph is told by a different person Glitter Fallen angel, Angelo back on your feet in the blink of the moon there's a Pandora in your eyes there are ...

Suddenly my nostrils fill with a most alarming smell like something cooking, something dead. I realize I've burnt the bread. Now a disk of lava rock it delivers a tasteless ...

this is a song about a bat teaching a lame bat how to fly. Hey, don't look at me like that! Forearm each a rubber band snapping on a Japanese ...

Ahem. This is about a black cat leading her random and disorganized army to war against a tribe of cheese-crazed rats. You never would have guessed, I bet. A lusterless ...

Every time you look at me the temperature drops a thousand degrees. Am I so bored I'm counting these? Maybe you're too stiff and stern; if you loosened up it ...

This is my sonnet! I chose the object theme. The secretary offers HeartGuard pills and gestures to the swollen, pickled heart of a worm-ravaged dachsund dog named Bart. "Please protect ...

My eight-year-old sister wanted me to post this for her, so here it is! She's incredible. I saw you walking away from my window … I was heartbroken. I thought ...

This is told by a cat. I used to dance like a gypsy queen-- raven hair and eyes of green. The harder I danced, the brighter the sun. That was ...

Safety comes from distance, clearly. Someone lock me in isolation-- blind me, bind me, cut me, find me breaking in icewater perspiration. Set like stones in hazel cement, my pupils ...

Author's Note: The following poem does not represent my personal religious beliefs, nor am I preaching about flying bunnies. God is the biggest noun there is! God is Icarus Quasar, ...

I could never know what I never learned; I could never ache where I never burned. I could never lust if we hadn't met and now I'll never ever forget ...