He beat her with his fists each and every night,
i heard it from 10 people from the left and right,
not wasting a moment to correct this wrong,
while i drove over there listening to a soothing song,
stopping out the front with high beams to glare,
i looked through the window at him holding her by the hair,
opening the door while hearing her cries so sad,
looking directly at him filling myself with mad,
his mouth said words to me that my mind didn't take,
all my thoughts were about him being here a mistake,
i don't remember the part where i ran through the hall,
coming to a realization of him covered in blood after a fall,
the wanting my mind of him was ripping eyes from his head,
breaking bones in his body and causing lumps until he's dead,
i stared down at him as he was still alive looking through the gap,
then i took my sister with me as now she will never again take his crap.

loneliness soaks me in waters as i drown,
currents pull me deeper in the depths down,
ice forms over my body to freeze in place,
the blue takes over my red face,
letting out a scream that i can only hear,
there is no light or sound as i disappear,
only my thoughts to myself in the deep,
as i close my eyes and begin to dream asleep.

dumbass driver takes the back street to speed,
the signs of the school too blurred for him to heed,
driving down in one moment he passes by quick,
i slowly catch up as he spins his wheels of smoke thick,
the next lights ahead i slowly pull up behind,
i get out walking up to his window signalling to wind,
he does it thinking ill just have a word,
but instead i punched him the ignorant little turd,
go back to my car then remembered the prediction before,
when i didn't do anything about it to only ignore,
a child walking across the road was hit by this dumbass,
i have visions of it with people standing on the grass,
predicting this fate of a life so young taken away,
i decided to do something about it so this kid could stay,
now i am in court awaiting my assault charge,
i am hit with a fine of money so large,
where is the true justice when i prevented a death,
to save an innocent child from taking his last breath.

standing at the top of a hill with rubbish around,
the stench and wind lifts up from the ground,
throwing his treasured junk from the tip face,
at one time he valued them with embrace,
picking up a bag so heavily filled with memories of care,
looking at it roll to a stop with an emotional stare,
getting a bag again then seeing part of it ripped,
he ties it again tight and lifts it firmly gripped,
throwing down to the depths of the massing pile,
finally the last bag gives him a smile,
along comes a tractor that drives in shredding them all,
while the man waits he hears the tractor driver give out a call,
looking down at the remains of this family he killed,
the sick twisted person covered in the blood he spilled.

sweetened blood drips from the fang to the chin,
does it seem survival is a sin,
taking a life to continue your own,
so we live our life to not be alone,
bury the past under the dust,
as the leaking tap begins to rust,
no view in the mirror of a dark soul,
as living a life no matter what the goal.

A breath of fog covers the glass,
staring out the windows before class,
then looking over to see the teacher arrive,
ready to learn what is needed to strive,
in the 1980's and before this person was called a nerd,
now they are mixed into a conjoined word,
everyone is just about in or has technology to use,
while the instructions are hard and only seem to confuse,
if someone was in a coma from the 80's and wakes,
the technology that exists now is just how long it takes,
no longer is there just a small group of nerds in a school,
there is millions and now all is thought of as cool.

with sudden confusion, she walks to the door,
and trouble balancing, she falls to the floor,
unable to understand why she can't move,
down there with the dirt, like stuck in a groove,
the headache pounds over her skull down her back,
at first her mind thinks she is having a heart attack,
blindness in her eyes as they look each in a different place,
one side is ok, while the other has no muscle in her face,
the stillness in the air as all dust settles to rest,
her mind still awake but her breathing compressed,
she had a stroke and now lays waiting for help to come,
so make sure you visit your parents as this happens to some.

i climbed that ladder to the top,
for a moment i looked down after a stop,
the height made me dizzy and weak in the knees,
the wind hit me suddenly almost to freeze,
a vibration in my pocket as my phone gave an alert,
i reached in between my jacket and shirt,
taking it out and answering it then,
talking to my love and hanging up when....
i missed my pocket and down went the phone,
sliding down the tiles all alone,
a hope as it might stop at the gutter fast,
but instead it jumped when i saw it last,
falling down who knows where,
all i could do is give a blank stare,
so many photos with so many contacts inside,
my missed things made my imagination so wide,
as i climbed down the ladder i saw a faint glow,
the phone was still lit up after its deadly blow,
i picked it up and the screen was ok,
but the buttons were shot far away,
i could still press the places with my fingernail,
after getting my contacts and photos it then began to fail,
a missing bottom with a bent plastic half exposed circuits nest,
the war of technology with me involved is usually not best.

When does a word mean so much,
A wait for your caring flows of touch,
When I shivered with breath filtered between teeth,
It adventures to reveal what was underneath,
Stretches of skin showing pulses faster beat,
The swelling beads of sweat gather in the heat,
It hurts too much now thinking this way,
As now made comfortable to never go away,
Patterns of you stuck in my skin,
A hope now among the dry hair so thin,
I only want you here with me and never go back,
That nurses station I saw after the heart attack.

artistic thoughts of creation flow in each mind,
just need to do something to find,
draw a picture and post for others to see,
not copy and paste spreading like a weed vine tree,
steal the talent and put some words so others get impressed,
but what are your true feelings to be confessed,
originality is dead with simple CTRL C command,
this is the poem where i make a stand,
write something yourself from the heart,
draw something yourself for a start,
stop your copy and throw in front of others face,
because you doing this will never feel in place.