my poems.

These are some poems that I'm entering for a poetry contest.

Bad-hair Boy.
I am forever tormented by,
Ahead of pointed hair.
If only i could talk
To the boy it sits on.
That boy,
Over there.

That boy was once
My closest friend;
His hair lay calm and flat.
But when he became popular,
The flat hair went just like
That.
Orig. created on 18.3.2005.

This next one i have published on the link above.
My name on fiction press is called Ipse Baie.

Tear Marks.

The cat brought in a mouse today.
I know the cat meant well; I whacked it anyway.
The poor mouse looked so perfect in death,
Soft and calm, as its verylast breath.
Five minutes later the evidense is gone.
All apart from one.
One tear stain down my face.
Wanting to put the mouse back in its place.