Skin a Cat

You think I’m a simple daisy.

Crazy pretty much lazy.

How you feel about me

Is oftentimes a bit hazy.

You come behind me.

Shaking your head correcting

What’s already been done.

You forget.

There’s more than one way

to skin a cat, play the lottery, and

make money.

You have a problem with 

‘If it’s not your way, it’s not done right.’

Life is becoming dull, boring, and plain no fun.

At the end of the day.

I wish to pull the trigger and be done.

Written by: Inanna Roxanna Arnett

This was written during a time when I was highly depressed and suicidal. I am no longer in these states of being. 

Proper Lilies

A Wild Flower.

Loud, boisterous, colorful, and sticking out like a sore thumb.

I am different from the Proper Lilies, who are plain, boring, and oh so quiet.

I long to play, dance, and bask in the morning sun.

I will be single for the rest of my life.

No man would want a Wild Flower for a wife.

Cold days and lonely nights will be my plight.

Live is bitter painfully hopeless, like a festering wound from a serrated knife. 

Written by: Inanna Roxanna Arnett