Peom(even though it's not about my topic)

Found my place,
Time to leave without a trace.
Now focus,
with everything moving, not much faster than a tortoise.
Step, Step, Step, thunk
spinning furiously, takin' out the wood by the chunk
across the arrow
flying as straight as a one winged sparrow,
but right before fallin'.
It stops approaching the cliff stallin',
and whips back to the middle as if on it's own little track.
Smack!
1,2,3,4,5,6,
X
The X
What I always try to expect, waitin' for the ball.
Damn lanes, will it return at all
this stupid thing, Now to start again.

Picture Prompt

           All of this begins on a Thursday morning, already read hotter then hell itself. The

cloudless sky was just another intensifier of the sun, making it more direct. There is a man

leaning on a brick wall of a pub with a cigarette drooping from his mouth. He is an attractive

man, with a slender tone body, his straight flowing hair down to the bottom of his ears with

not an obtrusion, his strong jaw line matches his hard-but-soft eyes, his nose is as it was

perfectly molded nothing crooked about it but a true straight nose. He loos as any girl would

dream about, only curiosity is the scar starting at his eyebrow working it's way down to his

mid cheek. His leather jacket and slim fitting blue jean complete the devilish figure, he

seems calm and content.

            He throws the butt of his cigar away and returns into the pub.

        "Hey Adam, you still have $80 to pay on your tab!" Yells the bartender.

"Yeah, yeah. I gotta do somethings first then I will be back to pay ya." Adam says lighting

another cigar.

"Get the fuck outta here you little shit, no smoking!" Yells back the bartender with a big grin

as he gets done yelling it. As Adam steps out the door a car pulls up to him for a brief

second. The bartender hears a few loud cracks, as if he heard gun shots.







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      "OK kids, time to clean up!" she says with about a million thoughts running through her

head. After this I have taxes I need to be getting to, bills to pay, I should just have my kids

go over to the their friend's house, and bug their parents.....

     "That's good, you can go play now." she says irritated as the phone rings. She throws

her arms up, My god may I never get a damn break!!! She answers the phone, "Hello?"

"Hi is the Steffani Zurich?"

"Yes who is calling?"

"Ma'am this is the captain of the police department," she puts her hand to her head fearing

the worst. Oh Adam, what have you gotten yourself into this time? "Your brother Adam was

shot 3 times today leaving the bar. He is in the hospital right now, I believe he is resting. The

people who shot him weren't known for sure, but the bartender said he thought it looked like

the car that the guy running the gambling circuit gets drove around in."

"Yes, that  sounds about right" Steff says with tears rolling down her cheeks, and eyes

closed about ready to faint.

"I am going to go see him at the hospital."

"Of course, when you feel ready to talk call me." Says the policeman.

Bedroom Picture

      It was a chilly winter morning my breath would have turned to ice if not for my walls of my

room. My alarm goes off, I pick it up and throw it down so that the battery pops out of it. I sit up, feels like muhammad Ali went a few rounds on me last night, I try to shake the tired off. Someone

 must have built a brick wall around my morning sensor. I look at the time the clock reads 6, "****!" Oh, well I am leavin' in an hour anyway. I get up walk to the bathroom, look in my mirror that is

dirtier then a dirt farm, I need to clean it one of these years. I look past the grim, and see the dumbest

facial expression that I have ever seen. I reach down and grab a cigar out of my pack, and for my

lighter. My lighter isn't there, "Where the ****?" I look down and it is about an inch from my fingers.

"Oh...." I chuckle a little to myself. Throw in the cigar, and light it up. My parents would be pissed if

then found out that I smoked in my bathroom. To be honest though I don't give a ****. After the

cigar is smoked, I throw myself in the shower. I start thinkin', "wow I don't want to get through the

same bs as always again for the 5millionth time. But it will pay off in the end, I have to keep

reminding myself.

T-rex Foot

Ten feet,
Thirty Feet.
Scratched Brown
old bone
stories to be told
but not sayin' a word.
The memories it holds
lookin hard to find
any hint or sign
raking the edge of my mind.
trying to go back in time
was it honest or commit some backstabbing crime,
the symbols are right there to read
but the never taught us this in Pre-K
maybe one Day
I will know what these bones are trying to say.