40 a.m.

Parentless child reaches to hug nothing
Talks to a sheetrock mother
Lays on a crib of urine soaked rags and unanswered needs
A floorboard creak is the only soothing voice of a father
A baby can't whisper when its underwater
Or cry with a mouth full of concrete
Cigarrette smoking angels with nicotine blues
Pass by the baby like a criminal sneaking away
Your hero's all overdosed on self satisfaction
And now the innocent youth feels the brunt of neglect
Its transparent skin encasing a river of new veins
Carrying bus loads and trunks full of future potential
With no one there to hold its hand
Cradle to sleep, never knowing unconditional love
A new heart thats barely broken in
A new heart barely broken.

Wow. I like this one, would say: my favorite by now... dirty life!!!! NF.

Witness

Someone spin off and grab an officer cuz shes not gonna make it
And the shooters up the block
RED Spiderweb rivers roaring running racing through the cracks in the cement
cracks in our values
the cracks in her skull
CALL THE COPS MOTHERFUCKER
cuz shes about done
And the shooters up the block
RED Baby bubbles beginning blowing bursting through her lips
through our senses
hole through her head
WHERES THE POLICE
baby doll's not breathing
and the shooters walking back
RED anger gun raised; rapid repeating rhythms of bullets for all of us
Bullet for the voyeurs
Bullets for the on-lookers
You could have done something.

RED Spiderweb rivers roaring running racing through the cracks in the cement
cracks in our values
the cracks in her skull..... RED Baby bubbles beginning blowing bursting through her lips

Absoletely stunning combination of words. NF.

thanks N.F. i really appreciate it when you respond cuz it seems like you really read what i'm trying to write..if you get me? ; i haven't read anything from you lately and i miss it. i love to read your shtuff. you should get on that.

Got you!
Soon more new stuff from my side, working on it. I'll post on of my favorite just in a few min. Can't wait to read again something you wrote. NF.

alright a little change of pace. something fun and lovely. YAYAYAAy.

In a tiny joint near the shore
shes there sipping a latte, doing homework, when i walked through the door
she took a look, looked down, and immediately looked back
i knew she was drama, but with this look you wouldn't care about that

so i took a long leap her way
over the bodies she'd shed in her days
yes i knew i should of jumped out a window but then i heard her speak

Excuse me? Can you help me? No one's here with me and I dont know anyone.
So come and sit beside me, maybe we'll take this somewhere more comfortable
you look so good and i'm scared of what might happen to me alone, tonight.

Now i knew she was stretching the truth
and i wanted to leave but my legs had grown roots
and she put an arm on mine and we locked eyes
I stole a kiss and was greeted with another surprise

Because right then through the door
walked the biggest guy on earth, that i knew i'd seen before
he was here last week kissing the same girl, i was gonna leave again, but then i heard her speak

Excuse me? Can you help me? No one's here with me and I dont know anyone.
So come and sit beside me, maybe we'll take this some place more comfortable
you look so good and i'm scared of what might happen to me alone, tonight.

Now this massive thing on legs finally saw us together
and all sound stopped as he raised his fist to this feather
so i threw my drink in his face, jumped out a window and flew
as i ran down the street i heard her say to that Dooooood.


Excuse me? Can you help me? No one's here with me and I dont know anyone.
So come and sit beside me, maybe we'll take this some place more comfortable
you look so good and i'm scared of what might happen to me alone, tonight.

yes i knew i should of jumped out a window but then i heard her speak

Yes, something different (and even longer:-)) ) Nice. I like that sentence the most, don't know, but can crearly see the scene. NF.

wow..... this is a really great poem... i can see the visuals so clearly in my head.... plus i can relate to it! wonderful! i would love to read more of your poetry, for i write poetry myself.... you inspire me! great job :]

ThE ThinGs We Do

In eerie slurs we commit lovely compliments
then in hushed liquored whispers destroy them
Because we (of course) wouldn't stoop there
we of course would never do such things
Plush carpets ruined with a simple spill
from a female whose forgiven before she says i'm sorry
Yet the boy on the ground has to go to the hospital
for looking at a female whose taken
And its all false when we sit and try to "really" talk
when we really have nothing to say
Such billboard smiles with wicked intentions
the authors of books we'll never read
and on and on its a saturday night
with popcorn laughs and senseless games
but i love it and i hate it and can't make good decisions
other than a need to get fucked up
because there are no reasons
because maybe were not as interesting as we think
...........why dont i shut the fuck up.........

and just go out.