recently
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiots
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevents such disasters
in the first place

At the end of the day
My path forks:
A path of bones and
A path of gold.
Yet I only have the will
To take none and revert
Back...

How come when I write something nobody notices  no comments no good hell I must be that bad t poetry I like everyone poetry's and I can't even get advise from anyone oh my god

As I watch you strum
away at your guitar,
I hope the only thing
you're playing is music.

Besides the screams and panic
Besides people becoming maniac
Was the most haunting of sound ever heard
It was more haunting than any word
It was the continuous ringing cellphones of the dead
You could hear in the ring the realization and dread

I've traced the pillow's edge pretending it was your back for some time now,
acting as if you'd been lying beside me this whole time.
Whether sharing a bed with you is plausible or not is still a mystery to me.
I'd always imagined you to be a very warm person,
and I'd like not to have to get more blankets every night.
Lately, though, I'm beginning to think the opposite.
Maybe the bed being cold and empty
is a proper representation of your presence after all.

If they've built a wall,
don't tear it down and
bring them into reality;
take a few bricks out
and sneak inside.

Have yourselves
a fantasy with a
bit of reality
seeping in
through the
hole you made.