The runaway

I dream of nights like tonight, there was a blackout. I finally got out, finally had a chance to run. It was short lived though, they sent their men and dogs after me. They chased me. I could feel the adrenaline in my blood as they did so. The dogs tried to stop me, I have the teeth marks to prove it. It was raining again today so the blood washed off quickly. I was having such a good time but then the manager called and I knew that if I didn't come now the consequences would be death and not quickly I might add. So now I am back in my cell bloody and ragged restrained by as a straight jacket. I am hurt but alive and waiting for the next blackout. You want to know how I am writing this, that would be thanks to the man that lives in the cell next to me.

Bad days

If you are having a bad day remember tomorrow can be better but for tomorrow to be better you have to make the best of today. Tomorrow only exists because of today so if you make the best of today, tomorrow should be better. We sometimes get so cared away with what tomorrow may bring we for get about today and just like that our life is up, wasted on what could have been and not getting up and doing stuff. Just like we should not be caught up in the future, we shouldn't be so worried about the past. What's done is done and we can't take it back no matter how much we want to. It is better to just let it go and move on but I am not telling you to forget because if you forget you'll wind-up doing it again and we don't want that.

Today's tomorrow

Today's children are tomorrows teens.
Today's teens are tomorrows adults.
Today's adults are tomorrows dust.
When you are about to put a child down because of their age remember this.

"You can't hit a girl"

I am sure you have heard the saying "you can't hit a girl". I HATE IT! It's inferring that we can't take care of ourselves. That we can not fight just because of our gender. You might not agree with me but that is what I think. I hate being told what I can and can't do, and this saying is telling you that you shouldn't hit a girl because they are to weak. And I hate being called weak.

death by you

Have you ever killed some one,

and thought about what you did?

That was some ones child.

Maybe some ones mother or farther.

Some one loved!

Ever had their eyes haunting your nights?

Ever relived the moment they toke their last breath?

I have two more questions for you.

Were you proud of what you did?

Are you still proud?

And I don't care if they were your worst enemy;

they were still a human being.
I'm not a hippie. I just don't understand all the blood. 

why?

There are scars here.

They can never be healed

Nor patched up.

The trees are gone.

The rivers going to stop soon.

The oceans filled with salt.

You never seem to care

unless it's coming to you.

But what about us?

The generation after you.

Will there be anything left

to come into the world to?

Do you even care if there is?

How long will it take for you to notices?

To notice what you are doing to yourselves,

to us.

spirits

Whispering their stories into my ear,

Thinking of all people I'd hear.

Telling me about their life,

Sometimes about their husband or wife.

But only telling me at night

And giving a fright

When I turn on the light.

anger

Is the black hole that engulfs us.

It can move as fast as a cheetah,

Yet slowly takes us over.

Like a serpent coiling us to its will,

Poisoning our minds.

Ringo

His eyes hold all the forests.

His pelt bares the mountains.

His limbs as tall as trees.

owls

I wake at night.

I sleep at light.

Pray do not hear,

Till I'm to near.

I eat voles and mice.

They taste mighty nice.

Till they run out,

Then I shall shout.

Vincent

My one crinkled ear points me out.

My chipped tooth makes my look vicious,

And that was all they saw.

I was there so long I went on clearance.

Will I ever be free of this cage?

Then one day a woman came.

She looked past my features,

And saw the teddy bear inside me.

She toke me home that day,

And my life has been good ever since.

my mind

My mind is like My room, not always organized

My eyes are like tree bark with little green moss

My ears are silent, yet they know More then I

My heart holds love, enough for all the anImals

That goes far beyoNd what you can see

And beyonD   what even I can feel.

Nada

Only a pup when she lost her mother

Had to move to another

Was only the size of her head

Had to go so many times to bed

Was so clumsy upon her feet

Now more neat

Well

I think 

rain

Always falling to the ground

Making it easy to dig down

Following you around

Makes you want to jump for joy,

Knowing things will die no more

Will be your friend forever

When you can't sleep,

It will sing you a lullaby.

butterfly, butterfly

Butterfly, butterfly there on that stump.

Admiring yourself in that peace of glass.

Think yourself high on that little old stump.

Butterfly, butterfly where are you going?

Are you late for a ball,

Or perhaps,

Going to the mall?

Butterfly, butterfly I follow your trail,

To a hollow tree.

But there you stop at the entrance,

You just stop.

Butterfly, butterfly why have you stopped?

Then to my surprise,

You transformed in front of my very eyes.

Butterfly, butterfly you're turning human!

Your wings folding into a wonderful dress,

Antennae turning into long black hair.

Butterflies, butterflies all in one room.

Dancing so lovely, in their robes and dresses

For everyone to see.

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a quiet poem

A colorful flowerbed on a cool crisp morning,

A bare forest in the dead of the night,

One of the oldest trees whispering to its   descendents in the slight breeze,

And me,

On the porch watching it all.

curiosity

Cool like a spring night

Sounds like the evening breeze calling you out

Tastes like late summer trout

Smells like the freshly cut grass

Looks like crystal clear glass

Feels like a smooth rock of a river

Moves like the falling timber

Yellow like the sun

Hot like the summer light

Tiny

Her golden eyes like keyholes into her past.

Her golden whisker shows the life she almost lost,

In the cold November rain.

Her untrustworthiness towards others is as black as a starless night without a moon.

Her body matched her name to measures you couldn't believe.

Her heat holds the stench of abandonment,

Which is the deepest cut of all.

She lives in her cold undecided mind,

Eating nothing but her own insecurity.