Self Harm
Have recently counselled a young lady with a proclivity towards self injurious behaviour
dope DIDN'T kill ME but BEING a DOPE almost DID
THIS IS THE REASON I CANNOT RETURN TO MY BELOVED NEW YORK CITY
PILLS IN pink, PUrpLE AND paNIc
danny and i did sort of this...we robbed 1500 Valium and buried it where you had to jump off a moving train and know where it was buried. it was so cool to hear who the cops thought did it. Danny's dad was a Sgt. in the local precinct so Danny and i were eliminated as persons of interest....Danny died in my '67 fire engine red Chevy supersport back in '71
ExTRAorDInarY EXtrAMent
this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANS
THE DENIAL OF DENIM
it's about cease and glove
C. J. IS moRe tHAn OKaY
MY BABY'S MAMA....PEOPLE NEVER SAID THAT YEARS AGO with all due respect to those single mothers who work so hard so her three children can eat despite a man who pays no child support an should be harmed in some awesomely cruel and public manner AND RAGGAE CHAMPAGNE IS AN ACTUAL PRODUCT
my twin brother's name is PEE-tah
because i had severe pain in my left arm and i'm all sweaty and out of breath, and my heart feels each pulse as painful
google" water charity" & C what $20 can do!
because i want all six of you who read this to tell six other people, ad infinitum and pretty soon "water Charity" won't have to worry
Forgotten Bones
i wrote this poem when I was dealing with some nasty memories from my past.
N E 1 WHO reads this will SAVE A DOVE'S LIFE
because she took a lot of stuph from me!
Hades (Abc)
Try something different
Life?
Close you're eyes and picture joy, imagine its forever, until the day you die, now place yourself in eden and hold it deep within, would it compare to everything you've seen and where you've been? our life experience and what we've seen a
coffin in the dark
mad one day
Voices Revisited
Sometimes you feel the need to revisit
Where Do You Go?
Wrote half of it a few years back and decided to finish it today
THE PRODIGAL S U N
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
THE PRODIGAL S U N
it's just that when the wind blows with a mindset to whip us ritually and reprehensibly it's hard to want to make love, no matter how sexy she is
shud n e 1 read this their PARAKEET will DIE
I DON'T REALY SEE ANY PARAKEETS DIE JUST CUZ PEOPLE WUD READ MY STUPH ~free!~
teef tsrst daed
this is free's whatever he deems me de jour and i would just like you all to pray that tomorrow free wakes up anyone else except him again, that would be a favor for both of us Carrie Anne Perfection
HIDE and go WEAK (SUM UV U PARENTS NEED TO READ TH
people say "not my precious little laura" until it's their pecious little laura
METHINKS OLIVIA newton JOHN wants 2 kill the pope
PATHETIC PEOPLE ARE PERPETUALLY PISSING AND/OR PUKING ON THIS PUNY PLANET AND DOWN THERE, WHEN THEY ASK ME WHAT TYPE OF POETRY IS, I WANT EVERONE TO REMEMBER, IT IS GHAZAI FOR TWO YEARS I TOOK A DOUBLE MAJOR, CREATIVE WRITING/ANALYTICAL POETRY, ME AND AIN'T NO ONE IN MY GRADUATING CLASS CAN TELL YOU NEITHER. AND BY THE WAY GOOGLE WATER CHARITYAND FIND OUT WHAT ONLY TWENTY BUCKS CAN BUY YOU! thanks, you may want to thank me! ~free cee!~
i ain't a'lyin i'll KILL diS here lion
this poem was written because someone dressed sort of like The Green Lantern held a gun to my head and threatened to waste my brain (hollow as it may be) if i didn't write this poem. OKAY BIG SHOTS, WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? google water charity see what $20 can do thanks ~free cee!~
CHICKEN LITTLE MIGHT BE RIGHT after all!
i wrote this because it is my belief that we are all doomed to hell, and heaven is going to go out of business due to bankruptcy!
tall PHAWL DOWN
I WAS THINKING ABOUT A TOY, A LOT OF YOU MUST REMEMBER THE ERECTOR SET, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT MY HELICOPTER LOOKED MORE LIKE A PRAYING MANTIS. BUT AS IRONY WOULD HAVE IT I NOW DRIVE A SAKORSKY 142 FOR THE CONNECTICUT HIGHWAY PATROL....NO, I'M ONLY KIDDING, I JUST PLAY ONE ON T.V. ~free cee!~
past last at the from
because much as the Bible was dictated so men would scribe his words, instead i heard the voic of the dearly departed Mr. William Burroughs..there was a dude who wrote a lot of stuph and injected a lot of stuph
MODIFYING an ADJECTIVE, OR OBJECTIVE
THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE WORD ABOUT, I MEAN IF YOU SAY IT FAST 3,287 TIMES IT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT
COULD FLIPPER HAVE BEEN JACK THE RIPPER?
I JUST WANT HER TO SAVE SPARE CHANGE IN A COFFEE CAN SO WHEN I NEED BAIL IT WILL BE THERE, THAT'S ALLS I'M SAYIN'
hey handsome, BEND OVR and get me that soap
YOU KNOW, MILDRED DOVER' BROTHER SILLY, BEN DOVER AND I HAPPEN TO BE BRAD PITT'S BROTHER STU PITT
i use 120,045 profane VERBAGE, now will u read me?
ALL RIGHT...I LIED ABOUT THE PROFANITY, I'LL WORRY ABOUT MY MORALITY AND YOU WORRY ABOUT YOUR VANITY (NOT THE ONE IN THE REST ROOM)
i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM!!!!
FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS
MEETNG THE DUDE WOULD BE A GAS, MAN!
come to think of it, when i left my wife after 26 arduous years i would have gone to prison but instead Denise rescued me WE ARE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE
I TAUGHT JAMES DEAN HOW TO BE COOL
YEAH, I MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT FOUR OR FIVE AND JAMES DEAN WRITES ME TO REQUEST THAT I TEACH HIM HOW TO BE COOL. HEY, I'M SO COOL HOW COULD I SAY NO, BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UN-COOL
if u don't read this amy weinhouse might o.d.
like if amy had gotten hit by a train, would you say "rest in pieces?"
i MEAN I''VE heARD Of RUnaWay bRIDEs
this is dedicated to my decease little pet squirrel who when to squirrel heaven last week. i held a non-denominatial service since "TUFFY" and i greed, early on, never to speak politics, cruelty and reiogion.
that moment
something new
night fall
new
Never Again (A Promise To Me)
Depression I know well
DID will, BILL, and GILL get THERE pill?
because a ferocious looking black dog i heard in my head kept demanding "go write poem, go write home, oh, and the dog's nme was SAM and i hear tell, he had a son named Sam
hey doc, your daughter makes MINE LIKE a rock
this poem was written by a 63 year old man who have buried seven pshychiatrists who provided me with what i needed to reach 63,if i was careful
Held by fear
facing up to reality' refusing to live in deniel anymore...... it may hurt but when not to becomes too painfull, then one must.