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.