Masks

I had an poetry assignment in one of my class's the other day. About a hundred poems due and of course I blew it off until the last second. The following six or so blogs were the poems I wrote.

Finger nails
We break and crack
Softend and forgotten.
You chew and chomp.

You once took care of us,
Grooming after us like
We were a prime and prim poodle.
Now you chew and chomp
As if we were a late night snack

Is it the fear that
Makes you snip and snap?
Like we may make it all better
Like some genie in a bottle.

You've changed.
We do not understand as to why.
Your different now,
as if winter has blown out the lighter side.


The Journal
You write in me
Day in and day out.
Non stop so it may seem.

Your fears and anything
That may seem queer.
A lot of thinks are like a
darking storm in here.

But there is light within sight.
You have seemed to change.
No longer are the pages endless
babble of life being so unfair.

Your eyes are opening like a
Wolf pups first few months.
Now let us see what you can see.