• Just What I Saw That Day

Original Poetry by Mary McIntyre-Terranson Once, when my soul was truly ensconced in the west So Present and Home I saw a Timber Wolf, who In the Infinite "wisdom" of those with thumbs

• If Juliet was a Nympho

Wherefore art thou? It's been much too long Since last we met My lover awaits At my window The portal to another world In his heated embrace.

• The Unknown

I'm scared of the dark, She says. In a wave of humble confession. No, I'm terrified of it.

• Slime

You ooze confidence Seeping through that sleazy smile But I know just what you are Won't fool me anymore.

• Slither

You are the scumbag king The narcissistic liar Manipulative coward Embodiment of Evil. The snake that slithered Hissing secrets That led to Eve's mortal mistake.

• Queen Awkward

You look at me I avert my eyes It's like avoiding staring Straight into the sun. Like I will be blinded Should I look too long.

• Monsters

My mind may seem like a dark place to most Full of monsters, untold horrors That are present in my artistic expressions But I do not fear the same monsters that others might. I do not fear false monsters.

• In a World

In a world where we worship False prophets and pop stars Instead of praising intelligence And peace makers...

• Happy Funtime Poetry Club

I always get asked, "Why is your poetry so serious and dark? Why don't you write about something happy?" I could be wrong on this, but aren't poets supposed to be Somewhat angsty? The world isn't all rainbows and unicorns. It has real pain and suffering Sadness, disappointment, death....Sarah Palin.

• Gut Instinct

You know that feeling Deep down in your gut That tells you When something isn't right? I ignored it.

• Falling Star

I am that dying star Hurdling through space at unimaginable speeds Leaving a trail of light in my wake I will not let you see me fall...

• Booty and Brains

A zombie courted a pirate wench Upon the seven seas Decaying smiles across the miles He only wished to please.

• Another Experience

Day and night, I ref an internal fight. Nothing seems to win, nothing loses life. Of all the thoughts and all the prizes, I never once knew what a pointless life meant.

• This Is It

Chosen generation. It is time. Shout your victory and let it be Mine.