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The Man and His Cat

A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat.
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared.
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love.
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal.
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life.
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion.
Everyday the man pays more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur.
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment.
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst.
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done. He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness.
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him.
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man.
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.

I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair.
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick.
So make good of your time and to the people in your life

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Appeal To Reason

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” 

The sun Plagued by darkness.
I walk alone a shadowless figure with no face or heart beat.
Full with an emptiness void that grows and sucks all joy and happiness from my soul.
shortness of breath, heart racing, a twisted anxiety which battles with the mind.
In a dark hole, which grows deeper, no ladder only panic and Nausea.
The only escape is childish dreams which aren't reality and will never be.
Finally out of the whole, a long climb, but sadness and hopelessness is still greater that mere achievement.
Walking through a barren wasteland with the sounds of screams and tortured souls.
Tears of pain and resentment roll from my face I am nothing and will be nothing I am lost.
The Wind is blowing, the breeze is hot and very fierce like shards of class cutting my skin.
Then I wake from this dream in my bed the sun beaming into my eyes, the dream I had was a true definition of my real reality.
Hopeless, depression, and sickness of the mind a disease that eats until you make a decision for change.

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Corporate Hell

Walmart
                                                       by Steven Pineda

         There is a place that I work at that is called Walmart.  I get ready everyday just to go to work for the evil corporation of slave drivers.  The managers there are like giants holding whips slashing you and telling you to do there bidding.  You do get a break ever two hrs but the water they give you is gasoline and is nasty and they shackle you to the store so you will not try to escape and run for your life.  I stand at the register which is an evil machine that sticks its claws into you and doesn't allow you to move till you feed it money.  And the thing you should be scared of is the almighty customer which you have to bow down to and do what ever they say. As I stand there waiting for them to come with all there nasty goodies their going to buy I tremble because I can hear the sound of their foot steps which is like nails on a chalk bored screeching towards you.  If they choose you and go to your line beware for there are not forgiving and will throw you to the fire at a given chance.  The first customers comes towards me and with whips starts hitting me and telling me to move faster to ring up there items so they can go home and dwell in they cave they came from.  Hands hurting, Fingers bleeding this is the life of a cashier.  At the end of the day I reach the doors and something magical happens I grow my wings back and fly home to enjoy myself.  Then in return I become the customer and make another cashier bow down to me.

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Give Me a Reason

Give me a Reason
By
Steven Pineda

Happiness through a bottle, when lifes to hard to swallow.
Hopelessness, full of depression, and a hint of anxiety eating at my soul.
Theres no meaning, only bad decisions, with no mistakes.
Having the power to walk on water, but no land ever in sight.
Never hungry, always filled with nausea, daydreaming to stay alive.
Beauty is like gold, but every day I grow old.
Always alone in a house, the silence moves to be seen,
The only sound I really hear is the devils sitting at opposite shoulders. 
No angels here.
No friends, no family, only acquaintances feeding on me,
Like a vulture on a deer hit from a car.
Out on the street they stare, they judge, like shadow less figures
Wanting my soul!!
When will I see my true calling? Is it to dare to ask,
To be or not to be?
My mind is always a constant war raging, it divides oceans, and
Makes world collide! Iam lost.
The pills I take keep me sane.
Sometimes sleeping is the closes thing to serenity, which
Is DEATH.
Happiness through a bottle, when lifes to hard to swallow.

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Till Death Do Me Apart

Till death do me apart
by Steven Pineda


“This one goes out to the ones that fall in Love”


The heart stitched from two pieces.
Still beating but with no meaning.
The lonelyness comes in with the night like a monster hiding under my bed feeding on my empty soul.
I long for love and attention.
The bed is like a cold tomb just me laying in the grave no one else just me.
Its cold dark no warmth the body shrivels and awaits a companion to take me into the sunlight to be warmed.
The butterfly's have left or died in my stomach I feel just emptiness.
I fein the need to catch the high of being loved and comforted by someone who needs me.
I wish I wasnt forgotten.
My best friend greets me with nausea and the fear of dying alone.
Where is my love I need it to be revived from this lonelyness void.
I walk a path that leads no where and see the world in shades of grey.
Sometimes I await death for that will immortalize me in everybodys mind and I will be loved and not forgotten.

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Creeping From the Light

Creeping From the Light
By Steven Pineda

Tears roll from my face! Full of guilt and ashamed from the world
I turn my head from the light and walk into the darkness
I’m alone! Only god feels my pain and worry
What have I become? Nothing just an empty shell with a heart that bleeds black and beats for no reason
I dream of happiness and friendship but when will it come?
Satan has me by the bottle!
My only true felling of living is from the burning in my stomach from the poison I consume
It fills the void and for a moment I feel serenity but its just a glimpse
I need more and more of Satans remedy!
When will it end? Death is really the only way out
Unless my savior will take me into the light and show me the right path
Such a warm idea please help me before my addiction takes me away!

I wrote this poem because Iam a recovering alcoholic and it seems like I cant get away from drinking I turn to it for anything thing I cant deal with in life.  But one day I will escape this evil addiction. Thank you all for reading this little piece of my mind.