this poem i put on poetry.com about 5 months ago, i havent really been back there, the site is freakishly slow most of the time and you have to review 2 other peoples poems to get yours seen by others. some are just complete crap with no effort put into them. some i wonder if they are just a diary entry. but i went back today and saw one of my poems got high recognition. all top ratings. just goes to show if it hits a nerve its noticed.

pressing buttons on the poker machine,
with a face of tension her husband has never seen,
he touches her on the shoulder smiling at her side,
as she continues to play the game watching the cards slide,
he notices her sweating and ignoring his smile,
growing some concern after a long while,
taking her hand to stop pressing more,
she looks at him for a moment to say they are poor,
spending all their money and this their honeymoon too,
learning something about her that he never really knew,
she keeps playing while he is in shock and turning pale,
taking her by the hand as she grips on with every nail,
pulling her away from the machine before she presses again,
he talks to her to convince this is a sickness in her brain,
eventually she gives up and looks at him to touch his skin,
another person sits at that same machine and presses one button to win.

I think up a poem when i first wake up,
then i think of one when i look into my cup,
not in front of the computer to write,
then busy through the day into the night,
creative flows happen but i am not near,
by the time i get home most disappear,
its a pain the ass to write on my phone,
and i can only seem to do them when alone,
so many of the things i think up are thrown away,
entering and exiting my mind without the need to stay.

the music soothed the beasts rampage,
her voice echoed to remove all rage,
his eyes went from angry strain to dazed,
as the facial features were set to amazed,
she continued until her voice went sore,
but he grew angry and wanted more,
she quickly had a drink then pushed again,
then eventually went to sleep at her next strain,
sneaking from the place with steps so light,
afraid of his teeth and the thought he could bite,
she left the place but took a look back,
knowing it has a heart and doesn't want to always attack,
later his eyes open with a growling anger of her escape,
then something heard of her song from a playback tape,
she left the player there for him to hear,
so he can relax and always feel like she is near.

Touch the weirdness with your eyeball on a surface of light,
the aim was off center but it still hit right,
multiple thoughts run in a babies head,
as we get older they form to one at a time instead,
connection back to dreams of thought to absorb the same,
back in your mind before the time when you had a name,
an individual in moments crossed our path to start,
as our life began from the first beat of our heart.

Seeds pressed down into the dirt,
the nozzle pointed giving a squirt,
fed with nutrients to grow from the ground,
so slowly it doesn't make any sound,
unwrapping and unfolding to reach up high,
reinforced bottoms push it up into the sky,
blooming with flowers that soak up the sun,
spreading more seeds to make more than one,
a place to live for animals to keep a look,
with the fairy finished reading the book.

kinks in the hose,
is when it froze,
the chills of ice,
passed through twice,
paused life on hold,
in the deepest cold,
memories of a past,
snap frozen in a blast,
now they remain,
without decay or pain,
forever it would seem,
maybe they still dream,
coldened to remain still,
awaiting a change until,
but never it would be,
trapped to not be free.

His horns blocked his peripheral vision,
not noticing the glare to affect his decision,
turning his dark red skinned head,
to decide on if these captured should be made dead,
or convert them into more like him in the pits of hell,
he looks at her to his side remembering the day she fell,
an innocent mind among the crowds of evil souls,
his own evil mind dared not penetrate her holes,
he left her be to remain a hope among them all,
make them suffer more after their forever fall,
something to admire but never touch,
as a love for her the fallen angel of pure is too much.

driven to insanity in the back of a van,
the thoughts race over the mind of this man,
troubled by a past that only added more,
the cuffs on his wrists now red and sore,
shutting his eyes deeper to press the tears,
going over the edges from fits happy to fears,
dreaming his mind into float away from this place,
lifted by the uncaring hands to be thrown into his own space,
there in the darkness he sleeps more dreams,
to eventual light where he can heal it seems.

Piss off pain in the ass days,
for this week it has happened these ways,
first it was long but handled still good,
but at the end of it didn't work out how it should,
then another unplanned length that could have been short,
the result at the end of that day was not thought,
moving things to catchup in hopes to achieve,
then another long drawn out problem would you believe,
making it to the end with a swimming brain,
the last of it all could be the worst of the pain,
finally to collapse and hope to never wake,
the mind still thinks of it creating a headache,
the candle burns down to the end of the wick,
a result like the pile of wax is that it all makes me sick.

I did a typo, and typed Firends instead of friends. but hey i like firends instead.

so i have made my own comparison.
A firend, based on a flame that never ends.

you can keep warm near a Firend when they light up your life,
they can cook for you too and you enjoy their food with a fork and knife,
Firends have been around forever and should be around more,
ignite your cigarette after you went to the store,
firends leave memories when you touch them causing a sting,
and if you handle them wrong they can burn away everything,
you can be close to a firend when the cold comes to surround,
and listen to them when they make a roaring sound,
with all firends you cannot cross the line that some want so much,
as you will burn yourself if you inappropriately touch,
but a firend can be there you just need to spark and hold them near,
gently let them grow and they will always be here.