a dream
gotup
the year 11748
a celebration
of finding the best
period of human life
announced
from 1996 to 2016
are named
"Best ancestor period"
rushed back from DREAM
to live remaining
part of my life
before year 2016 expire!!

the inside of her legs are numb
she spits poetry out like chewing gum
tan thighs - brown eyed
"you're a monster, kiss me goodnight"

spinning lights inside her head
the blind spots come, she'll leave you dead
ask for taco bell and then she runs -
leaving your trousers half undone

black and blue drip from your eyes
"she said she loved me, then she died"
sleep in the backseat to sweat her out
i have no idea what this poem is about

My dads room was often dusty.
He had...things in there.
Things that would strike a childs curiosity.
Exept
It wasnt my curiosity.
He got home from work
Us kids were home alone.
He saw little fingerprints on his dresser.
I was called up to his room
He snatched my hand
Pulled my thumb
And planted a print right next to the crime scene.
My thumb matched the other one.
I pleaded with him that it wasnt me.
And it wasnt.
But he hit me
And told me i was lying
He told me he wouldn't stop until i admitted it
So i lied.
I told him i did it
I didn't.
I was treated like a dog
Had nothing to do with the situation
Just his way of ******* my head.
He
Made me lie
About a truth
That was easy to tell.
I didnt go up there
Someone else did
But like always
I fell for the crime i didnt commit.
Who the **** lies and says he did something that he didn't.
It happened all the time.
I was
I am
A truthful person.
But he made me lie
About being a liar.
And thats how he kept it.
****.

May your eyes never forget
the taste of me-
taken in,
devoured,
in the humid evenings
of late July.

May your lips never forget
the smell of me-
pink skin catching
every glisten of sweat
condensing under
the hot sun.

May your ears never forget
the sight of your name
escaping in a gasp
from my pink lips,
my eyes wide open
never missing a second
of your perfection.

An Irish couple buy some fertilised duck eggs and they hatch.
But then they’re missing!
The cat is licking her lips.
Oh No!
They follow the cat to her snug in the barn.
She too has given birth.
Snuggled beneath the cat’s protective paws
Are suckling kittens and DUCKLINGS!

Had those dear ducklings hatched an hour earlier
Or later
They would have been cat food.
But around the birthing time Missus Cat was only a Mother,
Mothering anything that moved.

Mother Nature breeds such Motherly instincts.
A thing of Wonder.
A story that happens to be True.

Since then those ducks grew up
But still followed their “Mother”
Everywhere she went (within reason).
An unshakeable bond,
Lasting for ever.

Paul Butters

I want to be one of God's angels
With bright flashing lights
And white wings that won't let me down.
I want a white gown with no rips, no bruises, no lashes, no deceit, with love,made from the people who talked down on me.
I know God, I'm not perfect
I've done things I shouldn't have done.
But, God I came along way,walked on volcanic eruptions and striking of lightning to get at your gates.
I want to be the reason you open your gates. I want to be in heaven's gates.
I always wanted a friend, a long lasting love that lives til death and lives in angel secrecy.
God, I want to be in your arms, where you tell me you love me, and that I made you proud. The things I've never been told before.
I want to see the rested act restless
Children being loved and not neglected
I want to be apart of the protection, where keeping the good and even the evil cold hearted people walking.
God, I shed too many tears and I never really asked for your help. Because, I felt like I want to be the one to say that it was my pain not yours to work your magic.
And I thank you, for being the only one to say, that I made you proud.
Because, we both know I came along way. I don't want to just stop in the middle of the road! God, please open up heaven's gates.