Alexander
Alexander
4 days ago

Allow the young to grasp the hands of death,
pull the strings of their brains,
shape them into monsters
and make them endure the worst.

Create tragedy from their touch,
give them guns
and send them to war.
They are hollow,
their heartbreak written in the spilled blood.

You took their hope and exchanged it for hell,
yet still they breathe
and stand tall
as their knees quiver
from the heavy burden of the things they've done.

written on 2017-02-20.
#war   #guns   #battlefield   #the100  

Grab your pitchforks run him outta town,
only because his skin is brown.
If he knocks on the door don't let him in,
only because he lacks white skin.
Punch his face with a bang and a whack
only because his skin is black.
Pull out your gun shoot him in the head,
only because he grows his dreads.
Lock him in jail for nothing bad,
call him a loser and a deadbeat dad.

If you don't think you've gone too far,
you're wrong you soul's as black as coal tar.

The sun moves through the sky so quickly,
and you sit there and look, while the moon rises swiftly.
But the friend of the Gods, still can't call on the rain.
He cannot do a thing he couldn't even destroy young Cain.
A gun in the hand of a one eyed man,
destroys any dreams of the half minded lamb.
Removing so many of the mice you called men,
destroying the oath made from the princes demand.
Killing the things that desire only life,
to dress the rich men in clothes from the sacrificed.
Why evil men? Do you know what you've lost?
The trust of the people. Has this ever been worth the cost?
Luckily, this is all that's been told, we have to write the story.
We'll write it alone, correctly for us, write it in gold, and write our glory.

#sonnet   #story   #guns   #write   #men   #liberty   #glory  

In order to drum up business
I roam the streets of my hometown
handing out my hand bills
dressed as a circus clown

I can see the fear in eyes
passing them my sheet adverts
never a clown will they deny
threatening, in a violent shirt

They'll hem and haw, uncomfortable
trying to ignore my ad and spiel
my entrapment, so intentional
extolling my sales, and deals

Has my business increased?
why yes, it greatly did expand
my gun shop advertisements
creating, new demand

Hehe BLAM goes the Ronald! :D
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#guns   #humor   #business   #hand-bill  
Glass
Glass
Jan 1

I stared at you
with a familiar feeling
gasping unaware
of you're melody
that black silk was an answer to mercilessly
violet prophesied romantics
because thunder were
hollow shots of gun fists
like an alter not worshiping
but closely listening
to blossoming ceaseless mummers
plastered on
illuminated pulsating
illustrations

worship my tongue like you're drowning in different philosophies
wow its 2017
#metaphor   #poet   #melody   #guns   #drowning   #thunder   #hollow   #writer   #worship   #skins  
Ana S
Ana S
Dec 30, 2016

This is my fire range
The place I put my thoughts when they are rearanged.
Yes this is my firing range.
The only thing keeping me partially sane.
When I need to let go I hold on
This page gives me a new dawn
So yes this is my firing range
Where I fire the most hateful words
With a wirl in my brain.
Welcome to my firing range.

A metaphors
#love   #hate   #pain   #sadness   #screaming   #insanity   #guns   #sane   #refuge   #safty  
Joshua Dougan
Joshua Dougan
Dec 26, 2016

Speak from the heart. The tip of the tongue.
Fly off the cuff, The hip of your gun.
Set scenes apart, a trip to the sun.
Getting High on the huff, the gifting of love.

Speak from the heart, easier said then done.
Treat it like art, Feeding the dread with glum.
Speak from the heart, easier said then done.
Freezing at start, leading the dead with guns.

#heart   #sun   #hip   #guns   #dread   #fly   #high   #glum  
Joshua Penrod
Joshua Penrod
Dec 20, 2016

Watch them as they
Wage war on innocent souls
Upon their hollowed ground

"Hollowed Ground" -JP

#war   #hate   #passion   #death   #guns   #innocence   #violence   #rage   #sacred   #hollowedground  
Tamal Kundu
Tamal Kundu
Dec 2, 2016

Siachen

At the savage, indigo sky,
draped in snow, claw the mountains high.
By the cirque, a base, sheltered 'neath,
his gun sings the ballad of death.

A field of kash, in autumn swirl,
the dark braid of that village girl.
Mother's white, unwavering faith,
his gun sings the ballad of death.

Skin burns through the synthetic girth,
frozen blood inseminates earth.
Echo of loss shudders his breath,
his gun sings the ballad of death.

At the savage, indigo sky,
his gun sings the ballad of death.

Form: Kyrielle Sonnet
Siachen is a glacier located in the eastern Karakoram range of Himalayas mountains just northeast of the LoC between India and Pakistan. It's also the highest battleground on Earth.
#war   #death   #sonnet   #guns   #army  
Devin Ortiz
Devin Ortiz
Nov 28, 2016

Guns
Slick metallic
Fully loaded sidekicks
A right held higher than most

Opinions vary, more or less
For laws and restrictions
For availability and freedom

A country divided, a hot topic debate
And while you ponder your side of the fence
Remember that the leaders and lawmakers
Prefer prayer as a means to relieve such tragedies

There is no plan to change how things are
There is no answer from the left
There is no answer from the right
Accepting complacency and prayers

Prayers, which have done nothing, not a thing at all.

 
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