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  Jun 2016 gray rain
Alex's Pipe Dreams
It’s Saturday night
And you call me a fool
Because I’d rather stay home
I don’t live to play cool

It’s still Saturday night
And you drink as you dance
Your arms wrapped around a body
As if you ever stood a chance

It’s almost Sunday
And everything has changed
You went out to have fun
But a gun is pointed at your face

It’s almost Sunday
And blood has been shed
This was your safe place
Now all you see is red

It’s Sunday morning
And the world isn’t fair
The culprit was a weapon
That shouldn’t have been there

It’s Sunday morning
And I’m calling you instead
But you don’t pick up the phone
Because you’re dead
The US are not a safe place to be right now with these gun laws. If you defend them, I'm sorry, but you're not right. People hate on other people's sexualities in other countries as well but they don't walk into clubs and start shooting them, why? Because they don't have guns. Sure, it's the thought that kills and not the weapon, but it's much harder to ****** people without one. The day before this, some random guy shot a singer in the head 3 times after her concert. Today another guy was caught with weapons as he was driving or something to the LA Pride Festival. This is not right. These people should not be allowed to carry weapons. My condolences to the families of the victims from the mass shooting in Orlando. I once wanted to live in the US, I'm not sure about this anymore.
  Jun 2016 gray rain
The Revolutionist
What the hell is up with the assassination attempts towards LGBTQ+ community? what did they even do? I mean, why hate someone for being different, why try and **** someone for being gay, or, bi, or transgender? or whatever they associate themselves as? like it just baffles me how much hate and animosity this world has, if someone is different, let them be different, because we all have differences and that what makes us the same, we're human beings and should be treating each other as such, I have friends that are gay, and bi, and I'm a straight guy myself, but you don't see me treating them any different, I respect them and they respect me, at the end of the day, it's all about love, respect and character, when did we turn a blind eye towards those values and morals? it's just crazy the amount of hatred and violence this society will stoop to....
gray rain Jun 2016
nothing flows
the anger controls
hitting the walls
so no one else falls

silence a friend
time together we spend
anger the enemy
part of identity

so I am alone
with my friend and foe
sometimes I hate both
and they hurt just as much
gray rain Jun 2016
It started raining
drip
drip
drip
then the flood comes in
drip
drip
drip
destroying everything
drip
drip
drip
puddles forming
drip
drip
drip
the rivers bursting
drip
drip
drip
then nothing.
gray rain Jun 2016
I wandered down a path
until I started to stray.
How we walked it made me laugh,
so I went the other way.

I had to step over an obstacle
as I made my way through.
At times it didn't seem possible,
that I would breakthrough.

As I watched others take the easy route,
I didn't know what to say.
I wanted to do something they couldn't do;
to do that, I couldn't stay.

So I lead myself off the trail.
I didn't care anymore.
It no longer matters if I fail.
I did something different. Something you'll remember.
gray rain Jun 2016
This may not make sence if you haven't read The Girl
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1669837/the-girl-trigger-warning-self-harm-suicide/

She fell in love with a girl
and then fell in love with the world.
They traveled hand in hand
over mountains, hills and desert sand.
On a journey of self discovery
once she was saved by her princess and started her recovery.
Many years later the scars are still there
but she is too lost in her girl to care
They became memory of the past,
as she no longer felt like an outcast
but accepted as another human, not hated for the cuts that she made to bleed,
or the scars from the many times she left to be alone like she was some sort of disease.
She was free from the hurt and pain they caused
and loved by her girl who embraced every flaw.
They were inseparable they would never leave eachothers side-
they took life as it came and everyday was a different surprise.
She could look forward to life and what would come next...
but what happened then was not what she would ever expect.
her girl - the only one who ever supported her was stood opposite,
she suddenly became less talkative
as she realised her face was turning maroon
and the girl she loved wasn't going to be leaving any time soon.
I suddenly got the idea to write an alternative ending for the girl where she didn't die.

If anyone wants to write their own ending
the structure is 22 lines long but the rest depends on what story you are telling.
gray rain Jun 2016
****!
Sorry I didn't mean it.
****!
Don't worry we'll work out it.
****!
Stop dwelling there's nothing you can do about it.
****!
Well ****, would you stop saying it.
Well ****, I don't know where this came from.
written 7th June 2016
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