The gun shots are heard
one two three four
at first until people realize
what is happening
and start to run
while toppling over themselves
as they try to find a safe spot
but the gun shots keep coming
five six seven eight shots
and the space is
too wide
too open
too empty
only full of bodies running
or bodies already down
nine ten eleven twelve shots
the music from the stage stops
and the festival is turned upside down
and vision blurs
senses dissipate
except for one
the sense of hearing
thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen shots
ring
buzzing
blaring
in the ears
of those watering the grass with their blood
and those still trying to find a way
to avoid being shot
seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty shots
accompanied by screams
loud screeching screams
that will haunt the survivors in their dreams
and in their time awake
but yet still the overwhelming
amount of screams cannot overpower
the sound of bullets
cutting through the air
and piercing into flesh
twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four shots
there is nowhere to go
there is nowhere to run
just massive amounts of people
all huddled in one large chaotic group
enjoying music one minute
and knocking people over
to get as far away
from the shooter the next
through the tripping
and the running
and the panting
and the screaming
are the arrival of two colors
red and blue red and blue red and blue
and sirens sirens sirens
twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight shots
and then none
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC
Justice is a Lady
standing confident and tall.
Justice is a Lady
breaking down all the walls.
Justice is a friend
staying honest and true.
Justice is a friend
showing you just what to do.
Justice is an enemy
catching you in all your lies.
Justice is an enemy
loosening up your closed ties.
Justice is a rebel
being nice to very few.
Justice is a rebel
and she don't like me and you.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
What is your inspiration?
Well, you see, there is no easy answer.
My poetry is not one thing
but everything put together.
When I befriend the darkness,
sad poetry occurs.
but when I am happy,
my poems have no trace of hurt.
When I am confused,
My problems are solved in verse.
It helps me stop and think
and not make the situation worse.
A tree can even inspire me,
for just look how each branch forms.
Each perfect little-crooked edge
and leaf falling to the floor.
Sometimes when in love
I'll write out all my feelings,
and then I'll just move on
and give someone else all the meanings.
Sometimes I just sit and write
and see what comes out.
Sometimes my poetry is a lie,
full of reasons and doubt.
I write of how I wish my life would be
or about a love I do not have,
and most of my inspiration comes
from what I want not what I have.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
I had never seen so much blood.
Just blood, blood, blood.
It was so red and so dark
and so pure that I feared
one simple touch from my unclean
hands would contaminate it.
I had never seen so much blood.
Just blood, blood, blood.
It was the richest thing I had
ever seen and if I could've
I would've ****** it up
and kept in a locket.
I had never seen so much blood.
Just blood, blood, blood.
It ran from your bald head
out onto the cement floor
and I cried over your body
laying there cold and dead.
I had never seen so much blood.
Just blood, blood, blood.
I cried over you while I
watched you die but my
tears were not from your loss
of life but from the fact that I was
not the one to cause it.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
I want to touch you–
just one innocent touch,
dripping with desire
and coated with love.
I want to touch you–
my lips onto yours,
glazed with a passion
that can't be unhooked.
I want to touch you–
just my hand in yours,
enveloped so softly
we forget we've been hurt.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
darkness is my friend
for he'll always hold me tight
and he never gives up
on me after a hard night.
darkness is my friend
after a long stressful day
and i'm tired of being tired
and I have nothing to say.
darkness is my friend
and together we dance
for he'll hold my hand
and put me in a trance.
darkness is my friend
when no one else cares
and all I can see are the streaks
of mascara from my tears.
darkness is my friend
when I'm alone in my room
and my thoughts just keep coming
whispering "it could be over soon"
darkness is my friend
and I feel so alone
anytime I'm without him
for he's all I've ever known.
darkness is my friend
he isn't any stranger
but he ***** the life out of me
and puts me in danger.
darkness is my friend
because there is nobody else
all I have is him
and then I have myself.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
From the time I was a little girl,
I feared love.
I had seen my parents fight
and I thought to myself that
no man was worth it.
No man was worth being
slammed to the ground.
As I grew older,
boys tried to pursue me
and I put up my guard,
thinking that if love is
having bruises all over your body,
then I do not want it–
not even a little bit.
However, when you came around
you showed me something new.
Not every man is my daddy.
In fact, you are the man that my
daddy wishes he could be.
All my dad wanted was to show love,
but he never knew how.
You radiate the sun
and make me feel loved.
You make me feel beautiful
and special and happy.
You are the reason I love
love and I do not fear it.
I crave it.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
Dear little girl with stardust in her eyes,
never stop dreaming.
Dear tired mommy with wrinkles of stress,
never stop caring.
Dear over-worked daddy with alcohol breath,
never stop trying.
Dear little baby giggling and so blessed,
never stop smiling.
For each day it gets harder,
each second gets tougher,
but if you just hold on,
I promise you'll get stronger.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
The opposite of creativity:
Staring at a blank sheet of
Notebook paper and thinking
The simplicity of the neatly
Placed blue lines is
Good enough.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
Art is just art unless you start feeling.
Words are just words unless you give them some meaning.
Love is just love unless you do actions.
Hate is just hate unless you give it some traction.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC